| Date: 12 December 2007
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, The Ninth Doctor Location: hotel bar Link to IJ: thread #4808 |
 He was poking about behind the bar, not looking for anything particular so much as just looking. He popped up just in time to spot a very, very, familiar face. He grinned, broadly. "Hello! I know you!" |
 The Doctor narrowed his eyes slightly, "I keep hearing that." |
| "No! Really, I do. Wow, your ears are huge. I'd forgotten that." |
| "Your mouth is huge." he said a little threateningly, "I won't be forgettin' that." |
| He threw his head back and laughed, wandering around from behind the bar. "The growl! Oh, I did that well." |
| "You did that?" he raised an eyebrow. |
| "Sure!" He stopped, pulled his glasses on and squinted into the Doctor's face. |
| "You're me, aren't you?" he sighed. |
| He grinned and nodded, a lot. "Oh, yes." |
| "Susan's here," he said idly, watching the other Doctor's face, "So is Jack and a crazy time lord who was a student at the Academy." |
| "Jack! Wonder why I didn't feel him," he frowned. "Everyone was insane there," he dismissed, and then. "Susan?" he asked, and his face shifted, toward serious and a little pained. |
| He shrugged, "I know why I didn't. Don't know why you didn't. I mean this guy's really insane. Totally insane. Talks to himself, had to show him how to build a shield insane."
He nodded, still watching, "Susan." |
| "If you didn't feel him why would you expect to feel him and be confused that you didn't?" he asked, badly. "Huh. That's crazy, all right, even by your standards."
He lifted both his eyebrows. "How?" |
| "What?" he stared, confused by the first part. |
| "You said you didn't know how you didn't feel him. Or why. Or something." |
| "No, I said I know why I didn't feel him. I didn't know why you didn't." |
| "Why would you expect to feel him?" |
| "Because you said you didn't know why you didn't!" |
| He rolled his eyes. "Stop being pendantic. " |
| The Doctor rubbed his face, "Please shut up." |
| He shut up. For about three seconds. Then stopped and squinted. "Want a drink?" |
| "Like you wouldn't believe." |
| "Great! Come around, let's see what we can find. There's green stuff and purple stuff, and something that I think I saw once on a television show, and." He held onto the leather jacket and tugged the Doctor around. "So. Barbara." |
| "What about Barbara?" |
| "Do you know how she's here?" he asked, and rummaged around bottles. |
| "Susan," he emphasized, "Not bloody Barbara Wright." |
| He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so sue me, I came out with the wrong name. You knew who I meant." |
| "Your granddaughter? Last living member of your family?" |
| "Yes, I know who she is. I botched the names. Back off." He was not quite snarling. He looked through the bottles, found something blue and shoved it at the Doctor. "Take that." Then he went to find glasses. His hands were shaking. |
| He took it, "You're scared." |
| "I am not bloody scared," he snapped, made an 'aha' noise when he found glasses and put them on the bar. "Pour." |
| The Doctor poured two huge glasses, "What are you then?" |
| "What do you mean what am I? I'm the Doctor." |
| "Emotionally, you wanker." |
| He took his glass, took a big drink, spluttered and glared accusingly at the glass. "Better than you." |
| "How would you know?" |
| "Because I was you, remember?" |
| "You remember doing this as me?" |
| "I remember being you." |
| "Emotions change." |
| "Yeah, but mental state doesn't, and you? Your state of emotion's a mental condition."
Oh like he was one to talk. |
| "OY!" he protested. |
| "Oh, come off it. I'm surprised you didn't get 'round to wearing eyeliner and cutting yourself." |
| "Possibly because I'm a skinny little boy with floppy hair," he shot back. |
| "My hair is not floppy." He made his point by raking his hand through his hair and sticking it up everywhere. Because yeah, that was much better. He was distracted. "Oh, guess what?!" |
| "...What?" he asked warily. |
| "The Master isn't dead for you, yet!" |
| "Yes, he really is." |
| "He is not!" He paused. "Well he is now, but he wasn't for you. Just human and hiding from the war." |
| "He wouldn't do that," the Doctor frowned. |
| "He would and he did." |
| "What did he do?" |
| "...didn't I just answer that? Drink your drink." |
| The Doctor took a long gulp, "I don't want to be you. You're making me dizzy." |
| "How am I making you dizzy?" |
| "Talk talk talk." |
| "I'm making up for lost time," he said, primly. |
| "Since when?" he asked incredulously. |
| "Since you." |
| He just looked skeptical and drained his glass, pouring another. |
| He finished his own drink and shoved it at him for a refill. |
| He refilled it, pushing it back over, "What?" |
| "What do you mean what? I didn't even say antyhing that time." |
| "Doesn't mean you don't want to say something.' |
| "Whole lot of things I want to say. Doesn't mean I'm going to. Especially since I know more than you, and you're better off leading." |
| "You should talk to Jack." |
| "I talked to Jack! Well, not here, but I've talked to him." |
| "You're gonna need to talk to him again. I don't know what the bloody hell's going on with him, but he needs some answers." |
| He frowned. "About what?" |
| "Livin' forever." |
| "Oh. He must be before me. We've already had that talk." |
| "Have it again," the Doctor ordered. |
| He drew his chin back. "What for? He'll find out when he gets there and telling him now'll either be pointless or screw up ... wobbliness." |
| "It's not going to screw up anything, but he needs to know while he's here." |
| "For what? I can't fix it!" |
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