Not Your Savior
You're running out of places to hide from me. When you go, just know that I will remember you.
I will be there one last time. I lost my fear of falling.
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You're running out of places to hide from me. When you go, just know that I will remember you.
I will be there one last time. I lost my fear of falling.
‘M startin’ to think that wanderin’ ‘s a thing of anyone who lives in the TARDIS for an extended amount of time. All of y’all do it. Jasmine does it. Jude’ll probably do it. ‘S funny.
[Not even going to deny it.] I have baby talked a lampshade an’ that was very disappointin’ when it didn’t, thank you.
Or maybe people who like to wander are just naturally drawn to me and the old girl.
I’ll have to teach you to speak lampshade then, won’t I?
The Master had less idea what to do than the Doctor did. For one, he could not do as much as the Doctor could, nor could he tell the Doctor what he’d like to do. He had an idea and began scanning the room for the mobile phone. He didn’t find it and decided to go out and get it, falling flat on his face in the process of getting up.
His delicate nose began to bleed and he groaned, spitting and spluttering all over the place.
The Doctor scooped up a spare towel (because one should never be without a towel immediately at hand, that’s a universally acknowledged rule) and walked over to the Master quickly, pressing the towel to his face gently and pressing the Master’s head forward slightly. “Take it easy,” he said softly. “There’s no rush.”
“It’s just Oswin, Doctor,” She said as she watched him play around with his screwdriver. Why did he always insist on calling her by her first name? Also, why did he have a tumblr? “Tumblr’s a bit dated, don’t you think?” Oswin said to him as she walked over to the bow tie box. There were a couple of bow ties in it similar to those of the Doctor when she thought about it. “Sorry, chin boy, but I’m helping my Mum go through my Dad’s old things. She wouldn’t appreciate it if I just up and left,” As much fun as it would be to go on an adventure with the Doctor, she felt as though it would be wrong to leave, even if she could be back in a second. “You can help, if you want.”
“Yes, I’ve still got a MySpace, too,” he informed her with a grin. “I like Clara better, Clara hasn’t got divine connotations. Any gods you meet, you are not going to want to be their friend, let me tell you. Gods are all liars and cheats, I know that from experience, and I make a habit of toppling their regimes whenever I can manage.” He peers around. “Your dad had a lot of things, didn’t he? Could be worse, this could look like my room of old things. I could probably fit your entire house inside it with room to spare if I ever bothered to empty it out - which I don’t.” He pokes around a bit. “Is your mum going to come up here and wonder how a strange man and a blue box got into your attic or is she used to strange, impossible things happening?”
[he squints, not especially impressed so far] Start getting weird. After you. If you say so, mate. And who are you calling “stuffy?” So’s your dad. [his eyes widen at this sort of claw-machine variation on percussive maintenance, and he wonders what sort of mess he’s gotten himself into] The… Cloister Bell sounds in case of temporal collision, don’t tell me you’ve dismembered that, too? Blimey, I’ve had some cowboys in here before, but you are out-cowboying the lot of ‘em.
[hauling off his coat and tossing it over a railing, he moves forward to The Console, familiarizing himself hurriedly with its new layout] Many hands make light work, as they say, and I’m wonderful at making light of things. Mind if I have a look?
[He raises an eyebrow at his younger self, and resists bristling because, well, it’s him, and he was always an uppity know it all. Still is, he hasn’t any room to talk, so he waves a hand at Ten.] Be my guest.
I have dismembered absolutely nothing, there was a system crash - literally - and I expected factory default but I came back in and it was all… Fancy. Less blue than this, this happened when I was moping like… Like I was 900 again, frankly. [He adjusts his bow tie.]
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Pilot’s log. Stardate 2259.345. I have taken a leave of absence for a week to help my mother go through my father’s old belongings…
“Dad had a really big bow tie collection, didn’t he?” Oswin said as she opened up a box filled with bow ties. Reminded her of an alien she knew.
“Your father was a very funny man,” Eva Oswald said as she peered over Oswin’s shoulder. “He had read in a Starfleet manual once that ‘Bow ties are not recommended to be worn in uniform’ which he found so hilarious that he started collecting bow ties just in case the occasion would occur in which he needed to wear one while on duty,” She smiled weakly. “Too bad it never did.”
Oswin closed the box and stood up. Everybody was taking Irwin’s death hard, but it was especially hard for Eva. “Mum, I can look through the rest of these on my own, why don’t you go run out to the shop and pick up materials to bake some soufflés?”
Eva nodded. “Perhaps that’s best. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” She walked down the steps.
Oswin sighed and returned to looking through the bow tie box. It would’ve been interesting to have reported for duty with her dad with him wearing a bow tie. It would’ve been a great laugh for everybody onboard, She thought, feeling her eyes begin to sting. She blinked her eyes a couple of times to get them to stop. Eva couldn’t return home to find her sobbing, that would just make things worse.
“We need a doctor,” Oswin muttered under her breath. Some hair flew into her mouth. She spat it out and walked over to close the window, but it was already close. That’s odd, she thought. Then a loud creaking noise came from over the corner of the attic, and more wind. This could only mean one thing.
“Doctor?” Oswin said as the TARDIS materialized into her attic.
“Yes! That is my name,” the Doctor beamed, practically skipping out the door, staring intently at his sonic screwdriver. “Hold on a second, though. Tumblr’s mobile app is a joke,” he snapped at it, shaking it and attempting to adjust it. “Oh, never mind, I’ll blog about it later when I’m on the desktop - hello, Clara!” he all but shouted, bouncing over to her and kissing her forehead, barely able to restrain his excitement. “Never mind the internet when you’ve got friends standing right in front of you ready for danger and adventure! You are ready for danger and adventure?” the Doctor asked, looking momentarily worried, but it passed quickly. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time, so I suggest you get ready if you aren’t. Put on your boots and cowboy hat, young lady, we’re going to the rodeo! Not literally. Figure of speech.”
He went back to fiddling with his screwdriver intently, completely unaware that he’d just barged into Clara’s attic acting like a manic golden retriever.
None of that now, I promise. [Winter is doing her level best to not laugh at that since she knows what he means.] An’ I can promise you that he’s gonna be talked to like the mini person he is. Though there’s no guaranteein’ that baby talk won’t slip through when ‘m deliriously tired. Sides, we don’t baby talk with Jas. [She snorts quietly.] Oh he probably will be. We’re goin’ to do everythin’ we can to make sure he grows up right.
…’M glad you’re gettin’ to meet him. Hopefully Amy an’ Rory can as well.
Rory was out like a light, Amy was off wandering - I’ll drag them along later.
Winter, you’d baby talk a lampshade and expect it to respond when you’re tired.
[He scoots right over, peering down at his grandson.] Well, hey, Jude! [He grins at his own joke.] Said I’d still be here. So there. [He sticks his tongue out at Winter before turning back to the newborn.] Hel-lo there, little darling. Welcome to Earth, population almost seven billion. You just increased overcrowding of the planet, thanks for that - no I’m kidding, it’s fine. There is plenty of room. [He is off and carrying on a full conversation with Jude, who may or may not even actually be speaking to him - the Doctor could very well be making the whole thing up.] I’m your grandfather, incidentally, your mum married a stowaway on my ship who I should have made walk the plank but I adopted him instead because I’m a madman.
[She doesn’t say anything for a while. Instead she just listens to the Doctor carry on with Jude (though for the life of her she can’t figure out if he’s putting her on or actually conversing with the newborn.] Married the best stowaway there was. That’s your Papa, Jude. That stowaway. An’ your grandfather ‘s one of the best madmen you’ll know. [Looking up at the Doctor.] I think he’s already taken to ya.
Love a good baby every now and then! Especially ones as cute as this one! I think everything’s cute though, don’t get a swelled head now. [He glances up at Winter.] Regardless of whether or not they can understand you, and it’s often a toss-up, you should never baby talk to a child. It’s insulting and condescending and does them no favors. They are small people who will one day probably be smarter than you - such is the nature of humanity these days - and you do them a disservice by treating them like idiots for the few years in which they are.
[Preventative lecture over, he starts humming.]
The chair felt as wonderful as a throne to the master, so he treated it as such. He slouched back in it and twisted and turned until he was utterly delighted with himself and the beginnings of a smile twisted onto his face. The comfort did not stop his trembling, nor did it stop any pain he felt - which was a lot - so the smile stopped almost simultaneously with it beginning.
He desperately tried to get words out for the Doctor. He had so many things to complain about, yet he could not express them. If he shut his eyes and tried the hardest he could, he could manage a ‘kak’ noise but - sadly enough - that was about it. He hated how pathetic he looked now, dumb and shaking like no other. He resolved to punch the Doctor as soon as he could, to show him how unpathetic he was.
The Doctor bit back a smile. The Master was already irritated - that much was obvious. Just like old times. “You can tell me later,” he told the Master, “likely by making me eat those words and complaining for three hours straight about anything and everything.” The Doctor stood up, looking at the Master thoughtfully. “I’m putting this ship on lockdown, not because I don’t trust you, but because I really don’t trust you.” He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to patronize the Master, simply because he seemed to be incapacitated. “In the meantime, we need to work out a means of communication because you can’t just sit there glaring at me forever, there’s going to have to be meal breaks and the like.” He turned to the console, messing with it briefly before turning back to the other Time Lord.
[he stands there, hands in his pockets, eyes a bit wide, and he glances warily about] …you’re awfully blase about this, considering we’re about two minutes to Belgium.
(You’ve redecorated. Blimey, why does no-one like the coral theme except me?)
[but, more to the point, he rubs one side of his nose with the finger of an unpocketed hand] Shall we take measures to prevent that, erm, end of everything? If, for one, am awfully fond of corners to go ‘round, and it’d be a right shame to see them all go fizz.
I am always blase about everything, most especially my other regenerations because wowza do we start getting weird after me! [He looks really excited about that.] It’s like a school reunion but better, I haven’t got to see a bunch of stuffy people I hate, just stuffy people that I used to be… That’s loud. [He looks up at the alarm.] That is really, really, loud. How do I turn this thing off? It never worked before. This is the only time in the history of time travel that I have ever had a working paradox sensor… Aha! [He does the equivalent of taking out the batteries and stuffs the whole mess in his pocket.] Better.
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BABY.Y’wanna meet your Grandson?
[He bounces in with a grin on his face.] Where’s the little tyke? I do love babies.
[Gently tapping the side of the clear bassinet beside her hospital bed and grinning back at him] Right here. An’ ‘s good to see that you’re still ‘round.
[He scoots right over, peering down at his grandson.] Well, hey, Jude! [He grins at his own joke.] Said I’d still be here. So there. [He sticks his tongue out at Winter before turning back to the newborn.] Hel-lo there, little darling. Welcome to Earth, population almost seven billion. You just increased overcrowding of the planet, thanks for that - no I’m kidding, it’s fine. There is plenty of room. [He is off and carrying on a full conversation with Jude, who may or may not even actually be speaking to him - the Doctor could very well be making the whole thing up.] I’m your grandfather, incidentally, your mum married a stowaway on my ship who I should have made walk the plank but I adopted him instead because I’m a madman.
BABY.Y’wanna meet your Grandson?
[He bounces in with a grin on his face.] Where’s the little tyke? I do love babies.
