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[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz stood in the Sensoriums, gripping a cricket bat, and he just kept breaking things.

Smash

That was his flat.

Smash

The little building where they'd kept his mum.

Smash

That little pub he liked to drink at.

Smash

That was London.

Smash

Earth.

Smash

Espero.

Smash

Gallifrey.

There was no more Gallifrey. No more Doctor.

Well, that was it. He refused to believe it. There was no existence without the Doctor. The Doctor would come, and the Doctor would fix everything. The Doctor always fixed everything and where was he? He was supposed to be here. He was always supposed to be here!

Fitz threw the bat past the disappearing shards of vases, televisions, broken guitars.

A cosmos without the Doctor? Hardly bearable to think about.

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[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry was starting to feel like he spent too much time in the Sensoriums. But they seemed like the best place on the ship. A place were he could forget for a little while that he was on a spaceship. And a place to come and break his hand punching people.

But this... someone just destroying things? This was new.

"Um, hi?" Terry called out, a little wary of all the shards of, well, everything all over the ground.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fits looked up from the ground, frowning at the new bloke wandering in.

"Sorry, figured it was empty."

Fitz kicked a broken radio lightly. "Never heard of breaking stuff for therapy, or whatever?"

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Nothin's ever really empty around here, is it?"

Terry looking around at all the damage, gently pushing a broken tv away.

"Actually," he couldn't help but grin a bit, "I'm pretty good at breaking stuff for therapy. And beating stuff up." He was a troubled youth, after all.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz snorted. "'M just...angry, I suppose. You know." He's not sure where the cricket bat went, but at a thought it's back in his hand. Ah, the good old Sensoriums.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry nodded. "Yeah, I know," he said. He was feeling pretty angry himself. "Do you have anyone from your world here? On the ship, I mean?"

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"One person. Says he knows the Doctor, at least, which at least means it's the same universe."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

It was the anger she had followed, then eventually the noise, and then she was face to face with a-- A flying bat-like thing, which sailed by her and promptly ceased to be. Arha flattened herself against the doorway before sliding into the Sensorium.

Arha paused, staring at the man for a long moment and then at the things around her. A moment later and she closed gentle fingers loosely around his arm.

"Hope is not lost," she murmured, turning her blue-within-blue eyes onto his own. "It is not lost."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Erk. Fitz wasn't new to the whole strange looking birds suddenly appearing and saying esoteric things schtick, but Arha still startled the hell out of him. "Jesus, lady, warn a bloke."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"I should have made more noise?" she asked, her smile a wry tug. "You were doing enough by yourself." Arha blinked a few times, her expression mildly concerned. "Did the smashing of things help any?"

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz relaxed a little, smiling back ruefully. "Yeah. Did, a bit."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"This is a good thing, then," Arha said, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as her smile widened. It dimmed just a bit as she spoke once more.

"I am sorry the things and people you love are gone. I would give them back to you right now if I could, but all I can offer is company and my own hope. These you may have, if you wish them."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

The company of a pretty girl is something Fitz never turns down. "Yeah, sure. Pull up a seat, or something. I'm Fitz. Fitz Kreiner."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

It took a thought, thanks to the Sensorium, and Arha had an actual chair, though it was more of a cushion, really, and she sat smoothly.

"I am called Arha," she said, folding her hands across her lap as she caught sight of something relatively familiar. "There is a broken stringed instrument over there. Do you play or was that simply for smashing? I have, in my time, played such a thing and others, as well."

[bonnypiperlad]

That's...a lot of noise. Not quite as spectacular as an explosion, but it's enough to get the attention of Jamie as he's passing by. He's careful about intruding, mostly because he doesn't want to get caught in the middle of whatever it is that's going on, but he promptly forgets about that when he sees who's there.

"Fitz? What are ye..." He breaks off, belatedly noticing the mess. "Oh."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz looked a little embarrassed. "Hullo, Jamie. Sorry 'bout the noise."

He hadn't meant to be so obvious with his noise. He'd just wanted to vent his temper on not-real things.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Och, don't worry about it." Jamie picks his way over something that might have once been a television but is now pieces, and looks a bit bemused as it starts to vanish. "Ye haven't been the only one using the place to fight in." Even if it's fighting things that don't fight back.

Still, he has to ask, "Any reason, though, why ye are smashing things?" There's a few, but Jamie thinks he might have an idea which it might be.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz shrugs, clearing a space to sit down in, guitar suddenly in hand. "If our universe is gone, then where's he at?" He doesn't have to tell Jamie who he means.

[bonnypiperlad]

Oh, Jamie knows perfectly who Fitz means. "He's got to be one of the ones Stacy saved," he says, kicking away bits of a broken vase so he can sit as well.

"I mean, why save /us/ if she didn't save him?" Because that would make no sense at all, in Jamie's mind.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz sighed, fiddling with the strings of the guitar. "He's out there, yeah. But what if he's one of the ones that died? Why hasn't he woken up, yet?"

Something prods at the back of Fitz's mind, but it's gone before he can follow it. "It just doesn't feel right."

[redeyes_andblue]

"Feeling better now?"

Sheik has been watching from one side, unnoticed in the shadows, curiously watching Fitz destroying anything he can get his hands on. Now that he's stopped, he's deemed it safe to reveal himself.

Especially with that bat far away.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz jumped slightly. "Er, yeah, a bit."

[redeyes_andblue]

Sheik nodded, smiling wanly. "I expect it can be satisfying," he starts carefully, "Ridding oneself of their demons with physical force."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it is. Wouldn't say demons, but yeah." He scratched his head.

[redeyes_andblue]

Another faint smile. "I doubt there is little consolation I can give you," he says quietly, "But if it would help to talk to someone...?"

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz shrugged slightly. "Just-- waiting for someone who isn't here yet." He's supposed to be here.