Twelfth Doctor (
not_the_question) wrote in
faderift2017-03-21 03:10 pm
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Big Guy in the sky, He lied too
WHO: Doctor and Open (Some locked options in Comments)
WHAT: Doctor’s slower than usual recovery and other needs-must before the shift to Kirkwall
WHEN: From TTT return to Drakonis 30
WHERE: All around Skyhold and nearby outside
WARNINGS: The Doctor's story is sad and depressing and might come out a bit these days.
NOTES: Feel free to use these as starters, or make your own. If you have an idea and want me to write up a starer, send a PM.
WHAT: Doctor’s slower than usual recovery and other needs-must before the shift to Kirkwall
WHEN: From TTT return to Drakonis 30
WHERE: All around Skyhold and nearby outside
WARNINGS: The Doctor's story is sad and depressing and might come out a bit these days.
NOTES: Feel free to use these as starters, or make your own. If you have an idea and want me to write up a starer, send a PM.
Healing Tents
The little TTT group had made sure the Doctor got this far. He was fairly disappointed that he hadn’t healed as quickly as he was used to. On the other hand, given the bit of road-rash on his face from when he fell, it was probably for the best. If that healed too quickly, the game would be up for him. Now he was here, in one of the tents trying to ward off anyone trying to heal him with magic. Mostly, he just wanted to slip back to the cubby that he shared with Jamie and be done with it. He just needed to slip into his Time Lord healing coma and he’d be fine.
"Look, can you possibly do any of this without touching me?"
Herald’s Rest
The Doctor drinks wine now. He can’t stand anything else for now. He’s spending more and more time here. Partly to escape everyone and partly to watch everyone. Mostly, because he’s trying to ignore his feelings about River and his TARDIS. He hates that he feels so alien here. Oh he’s an alien everywhere but on Gallifrey, but here? He actually feels alien. So, he drinks and watches people. He might even be drawn into conversation, if the person is interesting enough.
"You're right, that wasn't a good story."
Griffons
The Doctor felt a special connection to the Griffons. Not only because he could talk to them, but they were a bit like his TARDIS. Glorious creatures. While he knew Potatoes was quite fond of him. Well, story of his life when it came to companions. Today, he was spending time with Little White Monster. Mostly because while none of the griffons were neglected, he had noticed that she had a personality that very few had the patience for. His ability to speak Griffon helped with that. In some ways she reminded him of River. Which he found oddly comforting.
"All right, girl, let's see what we have for you today."

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Still, something stops him, even if he's not sure what it is, exactly. Instead, he pushes the cask over towards the Doctor, letting him know it's okay to have more - if that's what the Doctor wants. As for Jamie, he seems more or less to have forgotten the glass in his own hand in favor of giving the Doctor a thoughtful look.
"So is that what happened with you and your wife, then? Someone forced you to be separated? Could you not have stopped it somehow?"
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"No. Like I said, I met her on the day she died. If I hadn't sent her on her way, she wouldn't have been able to save me. If she didn't save me in my personal past as had already happened, then both of our timelines would have disintegrated..."
He took a sip - pacing himself again.
"Jamie, think of all the people I've saved in my lifetime. Hell, think of the people I saved just in the time we were together... If my timeline disintegrated? The change would probably cause the universe to implode. My... footprint is too big. The universe wouldn't be able to compensate for that kind of change."
So, no, he couldn't have saved her, even if he wanted to.
"She always loved me. Even when she thought I didn't love her in return, she loved me. And then, I repaid all of that by sending her to her death." His voice and breath both catch. He doesn't want to cry, but he might.
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"You had no choice, it sounds like. But...och, look. If you came to care for her that much, she must've been almost as clever as you are. I can't imagine you falling for anyone who wasn't."
Becoming friends with someone? Sure, that'd be different. There's him, after all, and while there are times that Jamie wonders why exactly the Doctor is willing to put up with someone who like him, they're still undeniably friends. But when it comes to love he imagines it has to take a special sort of woman to be able to keep up with the Doctor - and being almost as clever as the Doctor is is probably just the start.
"Plus you said that you kept meeting in the wrong order, right? So what makes you think she'd not figured out there was a chance something like that might happen at some point? And if she ran into you in your past and something happened where knew she had to save you...aye, well, seems to me that she'd likely thought about what she'd be willing to do a long time ago."
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"I know... I do. I just..."
He misses her. Terribly. Another sip. Smaller this time, there's not much left and he's not going to ask for more.
"Immortality isn't living forever. That's not what it feels like. Immortality is everyone else dying. I just never quite get used to it."
He's quiet for a moment and then forces himself to smile. And it might be sadder than when he was close to tears.
"But, then why would I? Everyone has already figured out that I don't like endings."
It's partly why he doesn't stick around for the cleaning up.
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It's hard not to notice that, given how keen the Doctor's been about slipping away once they've managed to fix whatever'd gone wrong in the places they'd wound up. At one time he'd thought that the main reason behind it was a sense of adventure, his not wanting to stay in one place for too long a sign of his wanting to see what was out there. Then he'd found out that at least part of it was because he was running away from his people.
Now? It seems that there's even more to it than he's realized. He, too, falls quiet for a few moments, nodding solemnly before reaching for his own glass and bringing it to his lips.
"Although I'd be surprised if anyone could get used to that sort of thing, to tell you the truth. What would you think your wife would tell you if she was here, though? Say she fell through a rift from another time. What would she say?"
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His lips quirk.
"She'd probably slap me and call me a sentimental idiot."
And then cup his cheek tenderly to easy the pain and snog him senseless. Not that he says that part, he has some boundaries.