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my_belfry_of_fun) wrote2017-01-22 10:16 pm
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PSL for Doctor Spazz :D
Title:To come later?
Who: The Tenth Doctor (and the TARDIS), Trunks Briefs (Mirai/Future), others...
What: The TARDIS takes the Doctor where he is needed, not necessarily where he wants to go.
Open/Closed: Closed.
Additional Details:TBD
The TARDIS Sensors indicate Age 787, Planet 4032-877b. More specifically, it's a variant of Earth--not surprising in some ways. But the continents and a map don't match some of the other more modern versions he's been to before. What could be wrong here?
Well, a look-around would tell him that. The city he arrived in looks like its seen better days, to be frank. It's a hive of demolished buildings and streets, debris and abandoned and scrapped vehicles everywhere. While there are hints of greenery, the large city looks like it's not been demolished long enough ago for it to start recovering from inhabitation, but there's certainly no regular inhabitants visible.
Who: The Tenth Doctor (and the TARDIS), Trunks Briefs (Mirai/Future), others...
What: The TARDIS takes the Doctor where he is needed, not necessarily where he wants to go.
Open/Closed: Closed.
Additional Details:TBD
The TARDIS Sensors indicate Age 787, Planet 4032-877b. More specifically, it's a variant of Earth--not surprising in some ways. But the continents and a map don't match some of the other more modern versions he's been to before. What could be wrong here?
Well, a look-around would tell him that. The city he arrived in looks like its seen better days, to be frank. It's a hive of demolished buildings and streets, debris and abandoned and scrapped vehicles everywhere. While there are hints of greenery, the large city looks like it's not been demolished long enough ago for it to start recovering from inhabitation, but there's certainly no regular inhabitants visible.
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Which leads Trunks to the garden that's blooming from floral and plants that Trunks probably doesn't at all.
The Doctor himself is sitting on a long flat rock, that has a quiet waterfall that leads into a deep pond.
In front of The Doctor are groups of rose bushes and seems to be crying.
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Near enough to provide company, but not interrupting. He understands grief--far too well. His own tears have been shed painfully again and again.
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He should have kissed her! What was wrong with him? Alright. It was a hologram projection but still and eyeing downwards into his lap with his fingers still clinging onto his head makes some a noise that's a cross between a sad moan and frustration.
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It had seemed to be the right thing to do, to follow him. But now that he'd found him, Trunks wasn't quite sure what to do. Finally, he cleared his throat softly, and spoke. "They say it gets easier with time. All that it really does, is become less sharp." The pain and loss--easier only in that it wasn't as sharp a sting, not easier to forget or go on.
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He only whispers, "Yeah..." And is trying to see that at least Rose isn't with the Daleks and Cyberman in the void. She's with her family now. So close and yet so far out of reach. And he kept his promise. To return her safe to her mum.
"Problem is. Thar shouldn't be any reason that this should be hurting. She's safe - in another universe but safe..."
Lying to himself again, tsk, tsk, tsk.
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Still said quietly in a mix of offering company and letting the other man have his privacy.
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Looking around, and letting the statement hang before getting to his feet and stretching his arms. "Even if you don't want our help, good luck persuading Mom to not give it to you." A hint of smile there. "She's the most stubborn woman I've ever known, and that's even after meeting her in the past."
She had to be, to put up with his father.
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Not entirely true--as the past... It hadn't suffered quite the way his time--the current world--had. Goku, and the others--and his father--were alive in that alternate past. They'd changed the future, in a way.
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"We didn't change the past the way we expected. There were difference androids, and battles. But that world, it's still better than this one." He is going to stand by that, and those are some defiant blue eyes there.
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"If that's how things are suppose to be - yes."
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A heartbeat, and blue eyes show pain, sadness. "Besides, we didn't change this world. There was no paradox."
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"Honestly, preventing what happened here from happening in another world...it would be worth it." He still believes that--and that's still why they'd done what they did.
"I found out myself that we altered it, but didn't change it beyond preventing a death. By the time I'd found that out, I was already born."
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Even if he kind of wasn't sorry he'd come to find the other man, in some ways. Holding it for a moment, before moving to retrieve his sword and let the other have his privacy. He'll pick up and re-offer the handkerchief though.
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falling in love with her. And wanting to tell her. Having moments when he could. And still couldn't verbalize that.
His fault for losing her.
Ten takes the handkerchief and gives Trunks a weak smile and dabs his eyes.
When he believes he's alone, "I'm so sorry my Rose. So very sorry. I should have been able to save you." Then screams in rage, "Why did I fall in love with you?"
Then a pause and on a softer note, "Why couldn't I tell you?"
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He hadn't been so far away that that scream of rage hadn't been heard though. From the sudden look in Bulma's eyes, maybe she'd heard it too. She's even starting to stride towards where it came from, before Trunks puts and arm out to stop her. "I'll find out what's up." Quietly, and reassuring his mother who gives him a look, before she sighs and nods. Mouthing 'call me if you need me' she heads back the way she came, while Trunks turned around.
Still on soft and quiet steps, before getting closer and purposefully making some noise.
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Pulling one of his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knee and looking at the waterfall.
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