The Doctor watched him, “Good, you’re already got it with aliens, not alien. Usually the bad sort, I don’t think you’d want to meet them. Probably see a human like you as easy prey.”
Maybe that wasn’t the more reassuring thing he could’ve said.
Now Tom got it. All of it, not just the little bits. The Doctor beamed at Tom the Human as he came to the same conclusion. Right, yeah. Hi, hello, he’d ask how Tom was, but he was looking almost ill at the moment. The sort of face when someone was trying to keep on and act like everything was perfect; even had that weak smile down perfectly, the one the Doctor always thought looked queasy. Considering what he’d learned about the human’s history, the Doctor couldn’t say he blamed him. Bad first encounter with aliens. Extremely bad. Really, of all the luck he could have on this alternate Earth, he had to have colossally bad luck.
Which really made his attitude toward the void and his place in the universe stand out that much more.
“Always time for a first,” the Doctor said, eyes on his companion, “Human with a name like Tom -- you’re not letting that stop you -- on a big interdimensional ship. Sorry, interdimensional ex-prison ship. No fear of the void. Survived Yeerks. Surprisingly positive, I’d say.”
Shame he hadn’t had a different first contact. Those glow in the dark slugs would have been much less…invasiony. The tabs would’ve been horrendous and they would have probably eaten Tom out of house and home easily, but they would have repaid the favor. Helped humanity to the stars, even suffered through their baby steps. Not take Tom over like he was just another body.
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Maybe that wasn’t the more reassuring thing he could’ve said.
Now Tom got it. All of it, not just the little bits. The Doctor beamed at Tom the Human as he came to the same conclusion. Right, yeah. Hi, hello, he’d ask how Tom was, but he was looking almost ill at the moment. The sort of face when someone was trying to keep on and act like everything was perfect; even had that weak smile down perfectly, the one the Doctor always thought looked queasy. Considering what he’d learned about the human’s history, the Doctor couldn’t say he blamed him. Bad first encounter with aliens. Extremely bad. Really, of all the luck he could have on this alternate Earth, he had to have colossally bad luck.
Which really made his attitude toward the void and his place in the universe stand out that much more.
“Always time for a first,” the Doctor said, eyes on his companion, “Human with a name like Tom -- you’re not letting that stop you -- on a big interdimensional ship. Sorry, interdimensional ex-prison ship. No fear of the void. Survived Yeerks. Surprisingly positive, I’d say.”
Shame he hadn’t had a different first contact. Those glow in the dark slugs would have been much less…invasiony. The tabs would’ve been horrendous and they would have probably eaten Tom out of house and home easily, but they would have repaid the favor. Helped humanity to the stars, even suffered through their baby steps. Not take Tom over like he was just another body.