A Servant to Time and Consequence (rude_not_ginger) wrote,
A Servant to Time and Consequence
rude_not_ginger

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ROTM 'verse, RP for decadentmind

Well, that was bracing, at the very least. Quick stop off to Ireland in the 13th century to sightsee, and the first thing the Doctor did was walk right into a pack of bandits. They'd kidnapped a local woman and were holding her ransom. And, because the Doctor had seen them, he got held for ransom, too. The sonic screwdriver wasn't very handy, but the local woman---Aeryn, by name---was clever enough to distract one of the brutes while the Doctor snatched his pocketknife and cut them free. Insert chase scene, clever getaway, and, oh yeah, a rather steep fall into a river. The two of them managed to get away with only a few scrapes, amazingly enough. Back to the mysterious blue box parked in the clearing.

He asked her to come along. She said no. She had a family, husband and a daughter (Katherine, in fact, and the name made the Doctor start involuntarily), and she wanted to be with them. He couldn't blame her. He took her home, went back to his TARDIS.

"Looooonley, I'm Mister Lonley, I got nobody---"

Chssk.

"All the time I thought, there's only me---"

Chssk.

"On my own---"

Chssk.

This was getting rather ridiculous, even the radio stations the TARDIS picked up were against him. The Doctor sighed, flipped on some good ol' Blue Eyes, and went to the wardrobe room to change out of his suit, which was only just about caked in 13th century mud.

"In the wee small hours of the morning, when the whole wide world is fast asleep..."

He flipped through some of the clothes that were piled haphazardly around the room. He'd tried organizing it once, but color or date or whatever only wound up becoming overcomplicated and confusing. His eyes fell onto an aged-looking leather jacket, still folded a little lopsidedly (what else would one expect from Jackie?) as it sat next to the mirror. He ran a hand along the skin of it, trying to remember what it was he liked so much about the jacket in his last incarnation. Was it the protection? The simplicity? He couldn't imagine donning it now.

New new Doctor. He sighed, and turned back to the wardrobe. A smirk touched his lips at the sight of a black A-line dress with red trim. Good couple of memories came out of that dress.

"You lie awake and think about the girl, and never ever think of counting sheep...."

He missed Rose. Loving her was so very simple. She was companion, he was Doctor, and they fit. Her hand in his, the way they laughed in disgustingly cute unison at jokes. It was a slow fall into love, but, of course, by the time he got there, well, it was a bit too late, thank you very much.

With Catherine...it was so complex. He remembered falling so hard and so quickly in love with her that it was almost jarring. Scratch that. It was jarring. It was startling and a good bit scary, too. He felt like a fool and, in retrospect, he probably was.

He sighed, picked the blue suit, and tried not to think about it.

How long had it been for her and his former self? Days? Weeks? More? Less? He tried to remember when it was she called, when he dropped her off on the Eye of Orion. He sighed. A watched pot never boils, and a TARDIS phone with two weeks' worth of staring would remain silent until Time decided differently.
Tags: community: realm of the muse, featuring: catherine endicott, roleplay: complete
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