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trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
makeherblue) wrote in trans_92011-08-10 02:08 am
Hanger - TARDIS
[Takes place right after clone plot and arriving back on Stacy. After there]
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
“First sharks and now explosions!” The Doctor held up his ruined sonic screwdriver and turned it in the light. “I’ll have to proof against both, I suppose.”
He crossed the Hanger in long strides, expecting Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to keep up. Daniel had held himself rather well during the whole clone thing and what was more, he even saved his sonic for him! The Doctor found himself feeling rather fond of the human right this moment. Good man! Resourceful! But also being annoyingly close-mouthed about what he might have picked up from that encounter with the Other Doctor, which was surprising because he thought he knew humans and if there was anything he learned from all his time amongst them, it was they loved talking almost as much as he did! Questions in particular were their favorite, no matter how obvious or rhetorical or downright silly. Big big fan of the obvious questions. Basically they were a chatty species.
Part of the reason why he’d asked Daniel to come with him to the TARDIS.
If he was lucky, Daniel would tell him what he’d seen from that clone on his own, given enough time and company.
The Doctor was tucking the sonic back into his pocket when they came into sight of the TARDIS. He only paused for the briefest of beats as he took in the fact the old girl’s doors were wide open, positively gaping open! This wasn’t looking very looked out after and he wondered if maybe Jamie’s memory retention was failing thanks to him being an ex-dead man. Clearly the human needed a talking to! He approached cautiously, poking his head inside.
Everything in the console room looked in order, if you ignored the suspicious trail of foam cups leading away from the door and a few minute scratches on the glass which he knew for a fact hadn’t been there since he last checked. The Doctor’s lips pursed as he peered about, head weaving as he checked under the control console and then straightened. Where was Jamie? In fact, where were the rest of his friends?
“Better have a look around,” the Doctor lied, perhaps too cheerfully. “Long time away from home and I’m afraid River’s gone and organized things. I’m very specific on my organization system, I’ll have you know.”
He made a vague shooing motion at Daniel.
((So basically this is thread two, with the Doctor/Daniel/Rory jumping into a TARDIS taken over by the Master. Since the Master can switch up rooms (up to the players in the threads for what's wrong with the rooms) and trap people/shift people around, I guess assume timey-wimey things to allow different characters to stumble into each other? But yeah, I guess do subthreads for characters stumbling and we can subthread different people running into them.
I think we're looking at people in the TARDIS as: Victoria, Martha, The Master, River, Jamie, Doctor, Daniel, Rory, Amy, Eva. If I missed anyone, poke me!))
I CAN TYPO GUD :|
The Doctor stumbled out of the door snapping closed on his heels, nearly tripped, and caught himself neatly as if that was precisely what he intended to do in the first place. Fresh perspective on things when you had a decent half-trip over your own feet! Or at least that was what he would insist if anyone asked, the Doctor straightening to brush himself off, his hair puffing out after trying to fight his way through a wind-tunnel that hadn't been there last time he'd gone this way and so far he had established he wasn't shark proof, otter proof or hurricane proof. He tried in vain to smooth it back into place as he turned at the voice muttering off to the side.
Jamie McCrimmon! The very human he'd been looking for! That and his...unfortunate paradox still loom over his shoulder, still wanting desperately to kill the Scot and restore Time, but at the moment, Jamie was right where the Doctor wanted him.
Of course he lost Daniel Jackson in the process, he wasn't sure how, but he was (mostly) certain he could find the human once he sorted out the TARDIS's hiccups. The Doctor made right for his Scot. The hair would have to wait.
"Did the definition of 'look out for the TARDIS' change while I was gone? Or is this one of those human things? I know, memory, faulty, you're only human, but really. I know you humans aren't that bad off!"
Typo? I see no typo. XD
It wasn't until his light was blocked that he actually paused and looked up at the Time Lord. Rather than be dismayed at being called to task, however, he simply blinked slowly, giving the Doctor a faintly puzzled look that wasn't entirely out of character for the Scot. Still, there was something off about the expression...as if it only existed on the very surface and lacked a depth of feeling that was normally there.
"Oh, you're back, Doctor," he commented, almost absently, turning his attention back to the sporran. "I don't suppose ye have a bit of charcoal on ye? I need to find my way back to the cups."
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Nevermind how he could've gotten down there when Eva had trouble squeezing into that hole! The Doctor peered more closely at Jamie. He'd missed the signs in his hurry to get an explanation from the human but now that he was standing this close and really, truly looking at him, he could see the human wasn't himself. He looked well enough, from a glance. But his pupils were dilated, despite the bright lighting, and Jamie's eyes had this almost unfocused look to them now that he thought about it. The Doctor reached out and cupped Jamie's cheek without asking, tilting his face toward him for an insection.
"That was you? Jamie, you left the door open."
It would be so easy to look inside, find out what happened. But the Doctor didn't dare, not after what happened with Dark Soul. Not with Jamie of all people. Never with Jamie. Not unless he asked and right now, the Doctor was suspecting that even if he asked, he'd have to turn the human down. The Doctor turned Jamie's chin this way and that, trying to get a better look at his best friend.
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Jamie didn't resist the inspection, and turned a remarkably relaxed appearing face to the Doctor, eyelids fluttering slightly before he blinked again and tried to nod - a motion that didn't quite work as the Time Lord moved his head back and forth. "Aye, that was me."
Even that didn't seem to bother him, but when the Doctor mentioned the door being open, something shifted slightly, the slightest hint of worry working its way into his expression. "I...did?"
A heartbeat later, it was gone, leaving just that blank, vaguely unfocused look about him again. "I was supposed to get the cups. He said it was important I get the cups."
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That left just about everything else in the universe. Still, to be able to turn the TARDIS on its head -- not that it had a head. Closest head-like thing? -- and do something to poor Jamie here, which edged out many of the humans he'd seen on the ship. He wanted to say Jamie's mind had been psychically tampered with, judging by how he was reacting, barely, to the stimuli the Doctor gave him. Coerced? Or maybe it was hypnotism, except the most obvious candidate had died twice within the last couple of years.
So it had to be someone else. At least he knew it was a someone, not a something.
The Doctor steadied Jamie, trying to get him to focus on his own eyes. "When did he ask you to get the cups? Did you see where he went?"
He glanced over his shoulder. Obviously the intruder was still, well, intruding elsewhere on the TARDIS. He turned back to Jamie, not liking the look of how relaxed the human looked -- not that there was anything wrong with a little relaxation, but this looked wrong to him, more like he was almost drugged and less like he was enjoying a lazy summer day on the beach. He didn't let go of Jamie.
"Jamie, you're on the TARDIS and whoever this man is, he shouldn't be aboard. Understand? Of course you don't," the Doctor sighed, answering his own question. "Those meditation lessons! We'll have to get to that after I sort this."
He tried snapping his fingers in front of the Scot. The paradox probably had a hand in this. Put Jamie in the right place in the wrong time, just because it could, and because it was oh so convenient that he was one of the few here who could actually open the TARDIS doors. The Doctor found himself frowning at the paradox over Jamie's shoulder and had to turn his eyes back on his friend.
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While there was a faint furrowing of his brow at the admission, unfortunately that was all the focus he could manage, and the Scot's face smoothed back out once he was done speaking. He continued to look at the Doctor with that slightly unnerving expression, not even the snapping of the Time Lord's fingers having much of an effect on his current state. Whoever had done this was more than likely a cut above your average stage hypnotist.
It was likely going to take something more drastic to bring Jamie back to himself. Jamie would likely be grateful the Doctor didn't care to take that peek into his mind, as temptingly easy as that may be. But that left the question as to what would work, in that case.
And possibly, there was one other question, namely that of why the hallway seemed to be a little smaller than it was a few seconds ago...
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But Jamie first, now that he'd at least found one of the humans. The Doctor gave Jamie a slight shake to bring his attention back to his eyes. The Doctor made sure to hold his eyes, peering into them, looking again so incredibly alien and old as he didn't blink.
"Jamie," he said, almost conversationally. "I want you to focus on that task. No, no, don't look away. Back on my face -- or my chin, if that's easier, there you go. Go back to your very first cup. Do you see it? There is is, in your hand. Funny little thing, that cup, the being the very first of everything. A single cup!"
He kept his voice level. This was delicate work -- it would be easier and faster to go in psychically but he wouldn't do that to Jamie, not unless he was in a position to agree to it himself and he was certainly in no state for that right at the moment. This hypnotism ran deep. Expert deep. As in the slightest wrong move and suggestion could only drive it deeper until Jamie could be trapped in it. That sort of deep. The Doctor tried to ignore that paradox creeping in on his human, instead adjusting his hands on Jamie's face and trying to look for any sign that he was breaking through the hypnotic suggestion.
Overhead the lights flickered. The room shook a little.
They probably didn't have much time in this room before it changed like all the others.
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"Aye, I see the cup." He curled his fingers around the empty air as if he were holding it in one hand, and lifted it up, turning his wrist to show the non-existent object to the Doctor. "Here it is."
With an almost inaudible grinding sound, the hallway started to shrink again, walls, floor and ceiling moving in conjunction with one another in an effort to take away what space remained to the Time Lord and his Scot.
It was slow, for now - so slow Jamie didn't notice, his gaze remaining fixed on the Doctor's chin. But there was a faint spark in it that hadn't been there before. His eyelids opened and closed a few times, more rapidly than they had been before, and his brow furrowed ever so slightly.
"What...what do I do with it?"
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He couldn't. Not until he could snap Jamie out of this. He took Jamie's reaction as a good sign, because it was a reaction at all and the blink-rate certainly seemed to be improving, so that was that. Rather big tell for a human, blink-rates. To some species, humans blinked entirely too much. But right now the Doctor was glad to see Jamie blinking away like that, his mouth quirking up in a relieved smile as he tried to hold onto that little bit of self-awareness and nurture it back for Jamie.
"You give it to me, Jamie. Wouldn't you know it, it turns out the TARDIS isn't in any danger at all."
The Doctor held out his hand.
"I've sorted it out," he went on in that comforting tone. "You know how I am with sorting. Sorting Master, you could even say. Give me the cup."
The ceiling groaned again, giving a squeaky sort of low crunch as it dipped so they only had a centimeters of clearance above their heads. The Doctor swallowed. Jamie was making progress but at this rate, there was a chance he'd have to go in psychically and worry about Jamie's reaction later. That was the worst case scenario -- second worse case, actually, because the first worst case was they would get crushed and he'd really rather not think about it in too much messy gooey detail if he could. The Doctor's hand on Jamie's cheek flexed, this warm point of living contact he hoped Jamie in there could feel.
Who had done this to him? The Doctor struggled to push down however angry he felt. Jamie first, then getting out of this corridor, and then answers, hopefully in that order.
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But the Doctor said it was safe. Nothing was wrong with the TARDIS. Nothing at all. The Scot's eyes flickered and started to look back and forth - luckily, in a small gap where the walls decided that they weren't actually going to move. It helped lend weight to those reassurances, and he slowly nodded.
"The TARDIS isn't in danger."
Somewhere, deep inside Jamie, something protested that - maybe because those straining, groaning noises were starting to break through. But he trusted the Doctor, and if the Doctor said it was safe...well, then, he could hand him the cup.
He stretched his hand out, still carefully cradling the imaginary object, and 'placed' it in the Doctor's hand, his own hand warmer than the Time Lords. Something about the motion had an effect - his eyes started to focus of their own accord now, focusing on his friend. If the Doctor was going to try and wake up him up, now would likely be a good time to do so.
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He kept snapping his fingers in front of Jamie’s face, watching as his eyes seemed to focus and actually respond to the stimuli. Humans might not be the most advanced or intelligent species in the universe, but they did share loads of similarities with the other species out there and that was that generally, as a rule, humans weren’t terribly fond of anything close to their eyes. He kept snapping until he could see his Scot blinking more naturally.
The ceiling creaked overhead. The Doctor resisted the urge to duck, feeling it brushing up against the top of his hair and a low groan he could feel in the heels of his boots that was so deep it sounded almost like some sort of giant animal. Probably not the best time to admit he was only fairly sure there weren’t any giant space animals sneaking around the TARDIS, given how long she could’ve been out in the hanger while he was in the pods. It wasn’t as if he could’ve used to the scanners to make sure! The Doctor finally stopped snapping his fingers.
“Jamie?” He frowned at Jamie, searching his face.
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"Hey, how did I get here? Doctor? What's going on?"
The hallway groaned and shifted again. Now the walls were starting to move in as well, the TARDIS apparently deciding it wanted to squish the pair of them in every conceivable way possible. Jamie's eyes widened, and he clutched at the Doctor in alarm, a feeling of fear running down his spine at the realization of what was going on.
"Doctor! What do we do?"
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He looked up at the ceiling just as Jamie clung at him. The Doctor clung back automatically. Maybe it was muscle memory from all those lives back, seeing as the Doctor these days didn't consider himself much the clinging sort and Jamie McCrimmon apparently was one of the few who could bring it out of him!
"Well! I'd say we're about to get squished and the obvious plan is I'd rather not get squished," the Doctor babbled. He looked down, looked back up, and then suddenly looked back down. "The floor! Jamie! Help me feel around for -- "
He cut himself off as he felt around frantically with the sonic and his fingers, groping about as the closest wall started to press in on him. By now it was impossible to stand upright, that ceiling pressing down with a hideous sort of finality. It creaked and groaned and a little bit of dust came filtering through the cracks between the ceiling and walls as the Doctor searched on his hands and knees for any sort of seam.
If they were lucky, they might end up finding that chute to that lake he didn't much care for. It had to be around here, didn't it? This hall looked familiar, as if he'd been this way before, only the Doctor wasn't quite sure.
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He quickly found himself on his hands and knees as well, doing his best to try and ignore the way the TARDIS sounded as though it was going to collapse on him at any moment. The dust wasn't quite as easy to ignore, as a rather large-sized puff of it came out of the wall right at head level - or, well, more accurately, right where Jamie's head was at the moment.
Coughing from the dust, his eyes watering, he groped about on the floor for something - anything - that might help them find a way out. His hand bumped up against a rounded shape just barely sticking up from the floor, something small enough that he might have overlooked. He still couldn't quite tell what it was, but it had to be better than nothing, and he called over to the Time Lord to get his attention.
"Doctor! I think I found something."
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"That's it," the Doctor said, with a silent probably thrown in there for good measure. "Hang on!"
The Doctor began to poke at the rounded little bit of floor - it reacted to his touch immediately, glowing blue and then red as something tick-tick-ticked right out from under him, with the same finality as a bomb about to go off in their faces. The Doctor had about enough time to reach out, grab Jamie by the arm, and brace for what he hoped would be a soft landing before the floor suddenly went out from under them.
The two tumbled through the darkness toward the flicker of water underneath them. The Doctor hit the water first with a loud splash, the water churning white as he flailed to the surface and tried to get a better look around him as he gasped for air. Green dim lighting, the hole they'd tumbled through rapidly growing darker as the corridor they'd been in began to close above them. The Doctor splashed in the water, turning on the spot and looking for Jamie.
"Jamie!" The Doctor yelled. His hand slapped in the water and then moved to brush his bedraggled hair out of his eyes. "Jamie!"
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"Doctor!"
There was a faint crunching sound as the corridor up top finished collapsing in on itself, and he found himself feeling grateful not to be in it at the time. However, it did cut off the last little bit of light from above, leaving only that dim green illumination coming from...somewhere. He felt a brief tickle as something moved past his legs, but whether it was a beastie or a fish or just a bit of plant life, he wasn't sure. Whatever it was, he didn't want to stick around and find out. So, then, which way was the shore? Maybe the Doctor would know - assuming Jamie could actually find him.
"Doctor! Where are ye?"
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"Over here, Jamie!" He floundered and splashed and generally flailed his way over toward Jamie's voice. "There we are. Safe! Actually, safe as in 'all things considered' -- bit of a mouthful, I'd think!"
He treaded water next to Jamie, turning toward that faint green light. It looked rather sickly, this ugly green color just shy of pea soup and swirling slightly off in its little corner. The Doctor fished around in his pocket for the sonic. The poor sonic, battered after getting half-blown up, buzzed weakly in the darkness and signaled that if they wanted any dry land, that green light up ahead was their best (make that only) bet so far. The Doctor spit out some of the water and splashed so he could face Jamie.
He could pick out the human's features. Despite nearly getting crushed and his TARDIS determined to try to kill him at its own leisure, he could at least say he was glad Jamie wasn't hypnotized anymore. "This way. Come on!"
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It was a bit of a relief, although that faint, slightly off-sounding buzz of the sonic screwdriver made it somewhat less of one. He had to wonder what happened to it to make it sound like that. Maybe it had something to do with whatever was wrong with the TARDIS...but he couldn't very well ask about it while trying to get out of a large body of water. And it did seem like it was helping point in the right direction, given the Doctor now seemed to know where to go. "Aye, all right."
He started to swim off towards the light, slow but steady. As long as it wasn't too far away, he figured he could likely make it without getting too tired. But, then there was that sensation again, the faintest tickle of something brushing up against his leg. It shouldn't be anything to worry about, he thought to himself. However, for some reason, he was beginning to feel nervous. "Hey, Doctor. You've not got any beasties living in this lake, have ye?"