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Jamie McCrimmon ([personal profile] bonnypiperlad) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-05-24 02:10 am

Losing Them In Pieces [Open]

Who: Jamie and open!
Where: The Brig, unless someone drags him out from it.
Summary: A reaction to Billy's repodding and Zetta's subsequent announcement.
Warnings: General unhappiness warnings. Possibly a bit of sulking and a reluctance to do things.

Zetta's announcement had infuriated Jamie, and for a few moments he had forgotten it was supposed to be an act. All he wanted to do was get out of his cell, hunt down that overgrown piece of parchment and find out how hard it would be to punch a book in what served for its face. But the anger soon faded as the reality set in. Another teammate, gone. Only this time it was someone he had grown to care for like the members of his clan - like a brother. It wasn't a mistake or a joke. Maybe it wasn't as permanent as Punchy's death, but in some ways it hurt even worse.

And...maybe Zetta had been right, act or no act. What was to stop the Daligig from repodding the rest of the rebels or even the crew entirely? Yes, they'd lose the investment they had in the crew, and have to start all over again, but they'd have the time to adjust the systems, undo the changes that had already been done and start over with a group that had no idea what was going on. Or what if they decided a more effective tack would be to pod the rest of those who the rebels cared for? What if they repodded the Doctor? Or Victoria? He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, too, not now. Not again.

A wave of listlessness rolled over him, and he slid down the wall to sit heavily on the floor. His eyes found a random spot, and he stared at it despondently, too caught up in the downward spiral of his thoughts to actually see it. Why should they even bother trying to fight? Was it even worth it anymore?

"Och, what's the use?"
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-05-28 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
It breaks the Doctor’s hearts to see Jamie in that sort of state. He tries not to show it. The last thing his human needs is to see his Doctor having any second thoughts. “I had hoped it was more of a rhetorical question,” the Doctor says.

He looks around for a place to sit and short of chairs to pull over, he opts to fold himself down onto a squishy little knob protruding out the side of Stacy. Like Jamie’s cell, it’s white, run-through with veins of some sort, and so far not having issues with Time Lords using it as a chair. The Doctor folds his hands in his lap, long fingers interlaced as he regards his Scot with one of those thoughtful expressions of his. For a moment, he looks alien, that too-young too-old face of his smoothed out.

“I can think of loads of uses, Jamie! Useless at regenerating, I think.” The Doctor ticks off the points. “So you’ve really only got one go at it. Not much fun sitting in a brig with that one go. And you’re on a ship that bends time and space. There’s third and fourth and fifth chances.”

He doesn’t add that those chances might be incredibly hard to come by, not without fully understanding Stacy and her capabilities.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-05-29 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)

The Doctor has a bit to go, apparently. “That’s a possibility,” he concedes. “But then we’d simply start all over and it’s possible he could start all over differently. Sort this whole mess out. Or we could be wiped from existence and I suppose then it won’t really matter if things matter.”

He seems to realize after the fact maybe that isn’t the most comforting thing he could say to his friend. The Doctor chews on his bottom lip, frowning. Humans are tricky sometimes. For all the centuries you think you understand them and then there are moments like this, tricky and heavy in the air that doesn’t make sense because it’s not exactly mass related. It’s just a Thing. A complicated Thing, one of those Things he for some reason never thought he’d have coming from Jamie McCrimmon because….because, well! He’s Jamie McCrimmon, that’s why!

Shifting his weight on his seat, the Doctor falls silent for a moment, worrying away at the material of his trousers. It’s one of those things about his new body – it has a habit of fidgeting and shuffling itself in a way the other one hadn’t.

“My point, Jamie, is I don’t think you want to sit your chance in a stuffy, boring old cell. You’ve already had far too much experience with cells and…prisonish things.” The Doctor says.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-06-04 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
That's the look that looks so very right on his human. His own mouth quirks up a bit, happy to see a little bit of his old Jamie peering out at him. "You could say it's a life skill, if it makes it an easier. That's what I do. Put it right on there if I want to file an application anywhere."

Amazing it actually helped get him into some clubs and the occasionally knitting group - apparently it was up there with knowing how to swim and riding a Gringle bicycle. The Doctor adjusts his weight on his little seat.

"Ah, fairness. Tricky thing, that!" He thinks he can understand Jamie's issue with fairness. He's young, even by human standards, and impossibly young by the Doctor's. For all the worlds and timelines this Scot has seen in that short flicker of a lifespan of his, it all boils down to his human standard of what counts as fair. The Doctor finds it endearing. It's one of those things that's special about being a human being, this dead certainty of what is fair and right in the universe. "Repodded, though. I'd say that's still hopeful."
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Gonig to allude to his near-success coming up :|a

[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-06-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll see," the Doctor said, slightly evasively. Unfortunately he couldn't say either way with Billy being repodded. What Jamie brought up about possibilities, now! That he might have a better answer to. "Oh yes. I expect someone could - and by someone, I mean a Certain Someone -- will. Nothing a little timey-wimey and a toaster couldn't fix."

He beamed at Jamie, glad to be able to break that too him. This time he was close to fixing the TARDIS, both her space capability and the time engines. If he could also get a way to deal with the temporal issues of any hops in Stacy's wibbly-wobbly timeline, the Doctor was more than sure he could find a way to get people out. At any rate, he was much closer than he was months ago.

But he didn't plan to stop there.

There was all the universes and timelines out there, the Ohm still spreading. With the TARDIS operational, the Ohm problem seemed much more approachable.

He hadn't given much thought to what to do with Jamie, though. Maybe he hadn't wanted to admit that the proper thing to do was to drop him right where he ought to be, back on the Moors and without these memories. He had that death waiting for him the future, after all. The look the Doctor gave was slightly sad, but fond. Maybe he could cheat somehow. It was a thought he liked to entertain every now and then.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-06-13 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, there it was. That spark of realization in his Scot's eyes. It fitted Jamie, of course. There was always a reason he asked people to travel with him and that was one of them.

"I'd say I've almost got her sorted," the Doctor corrected Jamie. He looked slightly offended at his remark, puffing himself up, and then abruptly deflated because there it was: the toaster. It always came down to the toaster! "I'll start with the City and see if I can find any. I'm sure someone somewhere must have a toaster."

Of course he'll have to tell the others too. But Jamie was here since the Doctor spilled out of those pods and the Doctor wanted him to have that hope. He couldn't yet tell him that in all likelihood he would have to drop him right back off in Scotland or that all of this? Stacy, all his friends here? He might not even remember it then. The Doctor got to his feet, shaking a bit of feeling back into his legs.

"We ought to go looking together whenever you're free again," the Doctor made it seem as if being brigged as much an inconvenience as stopping to notice your shoelaces were untied.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2012-06-18 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
These were all very brilliant suggestions, Jamie, except for the fact the Doctor couldn't be in multiple places at once - especially since he couldn't seem to locate his past selves! The Doctor beamed at the fact that Jamie seemed to be more or less back to his usual Scottish self, his face having that energy that hadn't been there a few minutes ago.

"Not yet. I will. Preferably once I have a toaster. As for Lash..." the Doctor trailed off and it was one of the few times Jamie may have seen him look geniunely uncomfortable on Stacy. "Maybe not. I'm afraid she'd try to weaponize it! So maybe a not-likely-to-kill-you toaster."

The Doctor peered at the cell, then back at Jamie. Jamie, it would be downright fab if you could help him on the Great Toaster Hunt, but it was all very difficult to do brigged, wasn't it? The Doctor had that look like he was sorely tempted to get it over with and break Jamie out himself. Eventually the Doctor heaved a sigh and flapped a hand at Jamie's currently situation here.

"Get yourself sorted, yeah? You can pop by the TARDIS once you've seen enough of the brig."