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Who: The Doctor and Miss Evie and open! GET IN HUR! /o/
What: THIS IS NOT WHAT WE EXPECTED!
Where: Random room in a random corridor. But oh my, this hotel looks dreadfully familiar...!
When: It's a little hard to tell without any external doors or windows, even for a Time Lord. He'll just say half-past a freckle and be done with it.
Why: Because we has a shiny new DR to play with, LET'S PLAY! 8D
The Doctor didn't need sleep very often, an interesting difference between Time Lord and Human biology. He certainly didn't get so tired that he simply blanked out completely and woke up after the next few hours completely unable to recall having laid down in bed and put his head to pillow.
So when he found himself waking up in just that particular way, his face just half-buried beneath a pile of blankets and pillows and feeling somewhat stifled from the heat of his breath, he was more then a little confused. He sat bolt upright in bed, glancing around himself through bleary, sleep-fuzzy eyes, and began to take stock of the situation even before his brain had caught up with him.
New room. Not on the TARDIS, that's for sure. Miss Evelyn is in bed next to him, right, good. Wearing her cute little nighty, oh, she's so lovely in that. Oh, he seemed to have gotten half-undressed as well sometime during the night. Are those his shirt and pants folded up on the chair nearby? That's new. He certainly should have remembered going to bed with Miss Evie and doing anythi-Wait.
He scrambled out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets when his mind finally achieved full consciousness, the familiarity of the room striking an instant, dreaded chord in his hearts. Then he scrambled to his feet, looked down just long enough to see that yes, he was in fact wearing his shorts - and a pair of socks unusually enough - and then dashed to the door and threw it open, glancing both ways down the long corridor.
He slammed it shut before taking one more look, as if to be sure he wasn't imagining things, and then slammed it shut again and ran to grab his clothes and reach down and shake Evie awake all in the same motion.
"Evie, Evie get up, we need to get up and out right now, something's happened and it's very not good."
What: THIS IS NOT WHAT WE EXPECTED!
Where: Random room in a random corridor. But oh my, this hotel looks dreadfully familiar...!
When: It's a little hard to tell without any external doors or windows, even for a Time Lord. He'll just say half-past a freckle and be done with it.
Why: Because we has a shiny new DR to play with, LET'S PLAY! 8D
The Doctor didn't need sleep very often, an interesting difference between Time Lord and Human biology. He certainly didn't get so tired that he simply blanked out completely and woke up after the next few hours completely unable to recall having laid down in bed and put his head to pillow.
So when he found himself waking up in just that particular way, his face just half-buried beneath a pile of blankets and pillows and feeling somewhat stifled from the heat of his breath, he was more then a little confused. He sat bolt upright in bed, glancing around himself through bleary, sleep-fuzzy eyes, and began to take stock of the situation even before his brain had caught up with him.
New room. Not on the TARDIS, that's for sure. Miss Evelyn is in bed next to him, right, good. Wearing her cute little nighty, oh, she's so lovely in that. Oh, he seemed to have gotten half-undressed as well sometime during the night. Are those his shirt and pants folded up on the chair nearby? That's new. He certainly should have remembered going to bed with Miss Evie and doing anythi-Wait.
He scrambled out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets when his mind finally achieved full consciousness, the familiarity of the room striking an instant, dreaded chord in his hearts. Then he scrambled to his feet, looked down just long enough to see that yes, he was in fact wearing his shorts - and a pair of socks unusually enough - and then dashed to the door and threw it open, glancing both ways down the long corridor.
He slammed it shut before taking one more look, as if to be sure he wasn't imagining things, and then slammed it shut again and ran to grab his clothes and reach down and shake Evie awake all in the same motion.
"Evie, Evie get up, we need to get up and out right now, something's happened and it's very not good."
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Date: 2012-09-16 02:13 pm (UTC)From:That still didn't explain the lack of Evie's clothing.
Her questions - even the one left unfinished in her irritation - only spurred his rambles on as he began stalking around the room, now, opening the closet, inspecting it as if there were some nook or cranny for something to jump out at them, racing to the bathroom and poking his head in the door before stepping inside and shoving the shower curtain aside in the rattle of metal-rings-on-bar, coming back out once he was satisfied it was safe and sticking his head under the bed. No, no scary things in there, either.
"Well, not really a Minotaur, at least not from Greece, it was an alien that had been imprisoned here for a very long time. And this is a prison ship that was set on an automated system and set out to drift through space. The Ponds and I were dragged here in the TARDIS against our will when the ship caught our signal and pulled us in to serve as supper for the Minotaur, but I was able to stop it and let it die. Sad creature, really, he'd been alive for far too long and didn't have any way of escaping it all until I came along."
His ramble seemed to pull up a sad thought and he slowed for only a moment, wilting ever so gently at the memory. It had not been a pleasant day. But then he threw off the emotion as quickly as it had come when she exclaimed his name, spinning yet again to give her a confused look.
And that was about the point the little gears in his brain started to visibly turn in his head, and for a moment, he turned a slight shade of red and gave a surprised, aroused look of dawning realization. "Oh, oh yes, well-..." But no! He had no time for that, he had to find the TARDIS and get them off this ship and stop it from doing what it was doing. Perhaps not in that order but definitely involving the getting off and with the TARDIS bit.
Which meant going out into the hall. With Miss Reed in naught but her nighty. He finally noticed what she'd said and spun again, looking around for a moment in a frantic search for her clothes before stopping once more facing her and staring at her for a brief moment in bewilderment.
"I suppose they're still on the TARDIS. Wherever that is. Here. Wear this." He shuffled out of his tweed jacket, stuffing his sonic screwdriver in his pants pocket, and held it out for her to slip into. He could handle walking around in his dress shirt and bracers. Even if he did feel a little naked without the coat.
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Date: 2012-09-17 09:57 pm (UTC)From:She was drawn out of her head as he stood abruptly and looked her over, and oh how quickly that glum look of confusion became enlightened. Nodding with him as he stammered over his words, with that silly, knowing grin on his face, she couldn’t stifle a chuckle.
Evie whistled playfully at him as he shrugged out of his jacket; after all of this time, it still caught her eye to see him without it. He was spotted out of it but rarely, aside from before bed – still, he looked nice. A little ruffled, but, that was to be expected. Her exasperation melted, looking at the bewilderment on his face as he held his tweed out for her, and she flashed him a small, charmed smile as she stepped into it.
“What a gentleman, y’are. What do you think,” She spun around and struck a pose, pouting her lips, “New look?” The awkward way that the sleeves hung well over her hands was answer enough, and she flapped them, trying to pushing them up to her elbows. “Blimey, your arms are long…” She commented as she reached up, straightening his bow tie, and smoothing out his shirt, “What do you say we chivvy along and sort this out, huh?”
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Date: 2012-10-11 08:09 am (UTC)From:He didn't voice the concerns, though, simply stewed over them uneasily, his face pulling into a bit of a frown. Even when Evie's delicious teasing brought the slightest tingle to him at the memory, it wasn't enough to push the worry out of his mind. His expression as he smiled at her when she posed in his jacket was tense, tight and pensive. He tried to keep up appearances, but it was hard. "I dunno, I think I like the sleeves where they are on you. Looks sexy." He whispered the last conspiratorily, unconsciously leaning into her touches as she smoothed his tie and straightened his shirt, feeding off of the love she gave for a moment.
And then she was suggesting they leave the relative safety of the room. And her sweet attention to his needs and his worry suddenly crashed into one another in the most horrible ways. Safety was in these rooms. For the time being. Even if it was a Minotaur outside...this one would most likely be younger then the last. Stronger and healthier. And...
And feeding off of her faith in him.
His face pulled into a pained grimace in the instant before he was wrapping her up in his arms, holding her tight and burying his face in her hair. And the entire time, he remembered what he'd had to lose for He and Amy and Rory to survive the last time. What he'd had to give up and who he had to hurt to do it. He hated the thought of doing it again, but he knew he could. Even to Evie.
Especially to Evie.
Because that was what would save her life. And the conflict of emotions inside of him drew a timid whimper from his lips.
"Evie, I can't-...I don't...if I have to..." He huffed in frustration, squeezing her gently in his arms as if he didn't want to ever let her go. Knowing him, it was the truth. "I don't want to hurt you, Evie...! People died last time...People, Amy..."
He whined again, burying his face deeper into her hair, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck.
"I can't save you from a Minotaur, Evie...! They feed on faith and it will kill you! Your faith in me will mean you'll die! I can't save you from that!"