"Doctor, I think two of you in the TARDIS might blow up the universe." He paused. "Again."
It really was creepy, either the clone was picking up more of the memories via that thing he did with the mental fingers and the headaches, or the Doctor simply oozed experience to the point that any being left in close contact with him would eventually become as mad as he was.
Now that was a scary thought.
The clone glanced at the other Doctor, confused. He hadn't been programed with any of Rory's memories, no pretty ginger to galvanize him into being anything, no nursing ability, simply the skills of a soldier, dressed in a different suit. But he wanted, oh he wanted. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he did. Desperately. And the other Doctor was offering it and he knew that if he stayed with him, he'd get it.
Whatever 'it' was.
Complicated thing, existence.
There was no 'ex' to Rory's status as a Roman, really. More Roman plus than anything else. War wasn't something he was a stranger to any longer. "How exactly are we going to prevent cover from being blown off of us, Doctor?" But he followed, used to at least obeying the Doctor's orders. Not listening seemed to give people a bad case of the dead.
Re: 2/2
It really was creepy, either the clone was picking up more of the memories via that thing he did with the mental fingers and the headaches, or the Doctor simply oozed experience to the point that any being left in close contact with him would eventually become as mad as he was.
Now that was a scary thought.
The clone glanced at the other Doctor, confused. He hadn't been programed with any of Rory's memories, no pretty ginger to galvanize him into being anything, no nursing ability, simply the skills of a soldier, dressed in a different suit. But he wanted, oh he wanted. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he did. Desperately. And the other Doctor was offering it and he knew that if he stayed with him, he'd get it.
Whatever 'it' was.
Complicated thing, existence.
There was no 'ex' to Rory's status as a Roman, really. More Roman plus than anything else. War wasn't something he was a stranger to any longer. "How exactly are we going to prevent cover from being blown off of us, Doctor?" But he followed, used to at least obeying the Doctor's orders. Not listening seemed to give people a bad case of the dead.