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trans_92012-05-24 02:10 am
bonnypiperlad) wrote in trans_92012-05-24 02:10 am
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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?"
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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"Hey, Doctor!" he said suddenly, more brightly than before. "Maybe ye could check with Lash and see if she's got a toaster in that shop of hers. If not, I bet she might be able to come up with something like a toaster that'll work. And then ye can fix the TARDIS!"
Sounded easy enough to him - well, assuming Lash had the right parts. If not, well, it was a big city, with plenty of places they'd not gotten to yet. It was only a matter of time before there was one of them with a toaster, or another shore leave or something that would work.
He'd almost completely forgotten his original moping by now. Instead, he was much more animated, the prospect of the TARDIS being fixed enough to get him to focus on that instead of other things. Good job, Doctor.
"Have ye told the others yet? I mean, I could tell Victoria for ye, but Barbara? Ian?"
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"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."