• I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive. •
"If you throw the piece down here, I'll be able to throw it in!" the Doctor called up to Jim, who had decided, in the Doctor's opinion, that suicide was a fantastic idea. It was the only explanation for his reckless use of the portal gun.
The Doctor had tried to explain to Jim that the gun was tearing tiny holes in the universe, but Jim decided it was the only way to get from one corner of the complex to the other. And then he decided to infuriate the machine, GLaDOS (and then blame it on the Doctor! Honestly! The Doctor may have called the machine a 'homicidal tin box', but that wasn't really enough for it to release poisoned gas throughout the room, was it?)
Oh, yes. The gas.
"Jim! You've got under a minute! Just throw it down to me!"
"You don't know if it will work!"
"I know you'll die if we don't try!"
There was something resembling a grunt from above him, and then a large, spherical object fell from the upper platform. Without hesitation, the Doctor darted to the button which opened the flaming pit. Why there was a) a button to a flaming pit or, indeed b) a flaming pit at all, they weren't certain. It probably had something to do with the recipes for cake that flashed on GLaDOS's screens.
The Doctor tossed the ball into the flame. That was the second. Or was it third?
Beep. Beep. The Doctor spun around, just in time to notice a green beam of light shoot out of a sentinel droid. An orange portal appeared next to him, and suddenly Jim was pushing the Doctor aside, knocking them both into an pile by the wall. The green beam hit the wall harmlessly.
"Thanks," the Doctor said, looking up at Jim.
"No probs, Doc," Jim replied with a gazillawatt smile that the Doctor would've bet might have rivaled one of Jack Harkness's.
"Cough Cough. The poison. So deadly," The huge, hovering machine mocked. "For you."
"No time to waste," the Doctor said, awkwardly untangling himself from Jim. "Where's the portal gun? There's another piece---"
Without warning, Jim dropped, coughing at the heavy, poisoned gas. The Doctor fell to his side, checking pulse. Thready, weak. He didn't have much time.
"I'll be right back," the Doctor promised. He tugged the springs off of Jim's shoes and quickly fit them to his own hightops.
"You don't know how to use it," Jim wheezed.
The Doctor grinned. "Yeah, but I'm really good at puzzles, remember?"
He grabbed the portal gun and aimed the blue entrance to the wall behind himself and the orange one up to the robot. As the sentinel fired, the Doctor stepped aside and the blast went through the portal onto the robot, knocking another vital component away, onto a high platform. Without hesitation, the Doctor fired the orange portal up towards the component and hopped through the hole in space.
Electricity crackled around him, but he found himself immediately on the other end of the room, high up. He leapt out, grabbing the component and landing safely on the springs.
"Brilliant." He darted across the room, pressing the flame pit button and then threw the component, where it fizzled and burned.
GLaDOS screamed, and a wave of energy crackled through her. She was dying, and she cried out, but the Doctor had no time for her. No time for this place at all. He raced back to Jim's side.
"No, no, no, this is not where you die." He opened Jim's mouth and breathed a breath of air into his lungs. While not a doctor, the Doctor did learn a thing or two about CPR from Dr. Martha Jones. He pressed his hands above Jim's heart and pressed. One, two, three.
Wind whipped around him as GLaDOS fell to pieces, but the Doctor focused on Jim. Another breath. One, two, three. Another. Another.
He didn't die here. He couldn't die here, he died in the future, the Doctor knew it. This couldn't happen, it couldn't---
He gave Jim one more breath, and suddenly the other man coughed, shaking himself back to consciousness as his hearts started. The Doctor broke into a mad grin. Martha would be proud.
Jim, however, looked more than a little disoriented. "Were you just kissing me?"
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 728