Which wasn't much good when said archaeologist was suddenly getting the equivalent of a Time Lord memory word vomit.
Nothing prepared him for the sudden rush of feelings, memories, sights or sounds that followed. It was so sudden and so strong that it was like getting sucker punched. Daniel clutched the gun, fingers whitening, and huddled under the temporary shelter, barely aware of the other Doctor doing the same.
The sorrow was so intense it physically hurt in his chest. Nothing he'd ever gone through could even compare, not even losing Sha're. A planet and millions, billions of lives snuffed out in an instant under him, and in the fraction of a second, he had the presence of mind to know he'd done what had to be done. The right thing. Doing the right thing also left him alone, the very perfect definition of the word in this entire universe.
Then the aftershock hit the TARDIS and it threw him back against the console. The TARDIS ripped and tore around him, space-time distorting with the blow he'd dealt it. He knew, kind of, what to expect when he'd used The Moment, and the merciful thing was that there was a good chance, an eighty percent chance or a ninety percent one if you were feeling optimistic, that he wouldn't survive too long to feel what alone really was. Dying hurt. It always did. Worse was Daniel felt himself dying. This was different than the other times, because somehow he could feel every single cell dying, right after he watched his own planet go under his own hand.
The last thing he remembered was the TARDIS taking on a queer golden color, and then a snapping sensation, of something, space? closing around him. The gold turned to an aqua color. Life was coming back to him, a rush of yellow energy and then the images and feelings abruptly ended.
Daniel gasped and jerked up. He managed to pull himself upright,and looked over, to find the Doctor with the other Doctor. They had their foreheads pressed together, and for all he knew, they were dead to the world. That left only one archaeologist to protect them all. Shakily, Daniel loosened his deathgrip on the gun, and carefully peered around their temporary shelter, looking for anyone coming at them. He looked down, to find his fingers starting to tighten around the weapon again, knuckles whitening.
Re: Sure thing
Nothing prepared him for the sudden rush of feelings, memories, sights or sounds that followed. It was so sudden and so strong that it was like getting sucker punched. Daniel clutched the gun, fingers whitening, and huddled under the temporary shelter, barely aware of the other Doctor doing the same.
The sorrow was so intense it physically hurt in his chest. Nothing he'd ever gone through could even compare, not even losing Sha're. A planet and millions, billions of lives snuffed out in an instant under him, and in the fraction of a second, he had the presence of mind to know he'd done what had to be done. The right thing. Doing the right thing also left him alone, the very perfect definition of the word in this entire universe.
Then the aftershock hit the TARDIS and it threw him back against the console. The TARDIS ripped and tore around him, space-time distorting with the blow he'd dealt it. He knew, kind of, what to expect when he'd used The Moment, and the merciful thing was that there was a good chance, an eighty percent chance or a ninety percent one if you were feeling optimistic, that he wouldn't survive too long to feel what alone really was. Dying hurt. It always did. Worse was Daniel felt himself dying. This was different than the other times, because somehow he could feel every single cell dying, right after he watched his own planet go under his own hand.
The last thing he remembered was the TARDIS taking on a queer golden color, and then a snapping sensation, of something, space? closing around him. The gold turned to an aqua color. Life was coming back to him, a rush of yellow energy and then the images and feelings abruptly ended.
Daniel gasped and jerked up. He managed to pull himself upright,and looked over, to find the Doctor with the other Doctor. They had their foreheads pressed together, and for all he knew, they were dead to the world. That left only one archaeologist to protect them all. Shakily, Daniel loosened his deathgrip on the gun, and carefully peered around their temporary shelter, looking for anyone coming at them. He looked down, to find his fingers starting to tighten around the weapon again, knuckles whitening.
What the hell was all this?