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[RL - Haruhi; Lockon later on - ... and sometimes, everybody lives.]

((Just setting this up now so we can get the ball rolling, albeit at a nice steady pace. :3))

[The Doctor was sitting in the TARDIS. Not to go anywhere - the TARDIS was staying safely parked in Haruhi's living room until everybody was properly ready for another adventure. After all the recent hijinks, even he was feeling the strain.

No, the Doctor was in here to think, leaned back in the pilot's seat with a faraway, odd expression on his face. Now that everything had calmed down, he'd been doing quite a bit of thinking, and the TARDIS was the best place to do it. Nice and quiet.

You see, to the Doctor's mind, there was a certain something that... wasn't quite adding up. And it was niggling at his mind. Not just a discrepancy of logic, but a discrepancy of time. An ever so small one, small enough that a distracted enough mind would miss it. And he'd certainly been distracted enough.

But where? He'd had an idea, asked Feldt if he could borrow Haro and review the tapes from... from before the rescue. It had taken a bit of persuasive talk, but he'd finally got a look at them. And something... was definitely off. But what? What was it?

He'd been in here for quite some time, and he wasn't moving anytime soon. If he kept this up, people were probably going to start wondering where he was. But the problem was annoying him, so in here he would stay until someone startled him out of his reverie.]

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[Blinks as the monitor starts registering a signal and throws out his hand to alert Haruhi]

Alright Haruhi, on my signal! Five... four... three... two... one... okay, do it, let go!

[tumbles backwards as she lets go and the lever catapults forward]

[Immediately the TARDIS is thrown forward - it can be felt physically and the Doctor is also thrown to the floor. He picks himself up shakily, clinging to the console and staring at the monitor with wide eyes.]

Please work please work please work...

[Lockon had been drifting amid the debris and wreckage of the battlefield, almost at the point where he couldn't even feel the pain that had dogged him since Dynames exploded. The Earth had what little remained of his focus, and he reached out the arm closest to it. It was so beautiful from space. So peaceful. None of the stupid fights and wars, not from here. This was how the world should be, but it wasn't there, not yet.

Lockon had accepted the fact he was dying, and this wasn't his fight anymore. He'd done what he'd set out to do, and he'd gone out fighting. The larger job was up to the other three, now. They were like him, they wanted to bring the world to this ideal, but the rest of humanity...he began to speak aloud, without even concious thought. Between deep, wracking breaths with too-little oxygen,]

You guys...are you satisfied..? With... [And then the world begins to shimmer out of sight, along with the tiny green speck that is Setsuna, derailing his thoughts - and instead he's seeing flashes of...of somewhere that he recognises, but can't quite place right now.] Wha?

[When the fading begins to solidify, realisation dawns - the TARDIS? He has just enough time to think This is a really weird hallucination to die on before he feels the floor of the TARDIS underneath him and the gravity hits - and then the pain that was at the edges of his conciousness doubles and bites back at full force and he can't help but flinch away from the floor - which doesn't help the broken ribs not hurt - and cry out in pain.]

Oniichan!

[Haruhi stumbles towards the young man who just appeared on the floor of the TARDIS, still only half accepting that he was truly with her again. She reaches him and takes the sides of his helmet, cringing at the blood, and pulls it off to confirm it's her brother.]

Oniichan...

[Yep, it's him and she just can't keep the tears from coming her eyes. She uses all her strength to lift up his torso and cradles him like she did to Setsuna a few weeks before. Not giving a damn if she gets all bloody as she strokes his hair]

We have you, it's all going to be alright now. We have you.

[The Doctor meanwhile is breathing heavily and allows himself a brief moment of dazedness where he stays gripping the console, making sure they're safely back in the Time Vortex.] We did it...

[Then he's all business again, rushing to Lockon's side with Haruhi and digging in his pockets for the sonic screwdriver.] Oh Lockon. I'm sorry, I am so sorry.

[Immediately he flicks the screwdriver to a setting he's been using too often lately, the diagnosis setting, and sets to work. They're not out of the woods yet.]

[Lockon's breath is coming in harsh and ragged pants, now, and without the filtering effect of the helmet visor the bright lights of the TARDIS make him screw up his eyes. Whoever it is says something that's muffled to his ears by his slowly blacking-out brain, but before he recovers enough to focus on...anything, really, she pulls him up - and it hurts, shifting his ribs and pressing on the burns on his back. It's too much, on top of everything, and he can't even find the strength to push away, just give an agonised hiss and lie limply in her arms. With the pain overwhelming his system, he doesn't register Haruhi's words, or Doctor's approach.]

[Haruhi turns to her father]

He's hurting! Do something!

[she turns back to Lockon and gently places a kiss on his forehead. She was pretty sure he couldn't hear or understand her but she was going to keep talking even just for her own comfort]

It's gonna be okay.

[she rests her forehead against his and speaks quietly to him, tears running down her face] I promise you, it's all going to be okay. We'll make it all stop and then you can go find Tieria and Setsuna and Feldt and show them you're okay and then we'll all be happy and everything will be alright.

[she moves her hand from stroking his hair and grips his hand]

We're going to be okay.

Edited 2009-01-01 22:52 (UTC)

I am doing something!

[His face as he completes the scan looks serious. More than serious, worried. Incredibly worried. Multiple burns, fractures, damage to his organs, oh this is so not good in so many ways... He jumps up, tucking the screwdriver back in his pocket, and rushes to the console.]

We need to get him to a hospital. Don't move him yet, it'll just make things worse. [He twists a few buttons and looks over his shoulder at Haruhi.] Keep talking to him.

[Something about the Haruhi's comforting gets through to him, and although his breathing is still ragged and every breath looks and feels pained, the grimace fades slightly from his face. He cracks open his eye, attempting to focus on her through the fog taking over his mind. Dark's tinging the edge of his vision, now, and his thoughts are disjointed - he looks at her, brown hair and comfort and familial feelings and his mind makes a connection with the memories he'd been lost in and consumed by just before - and he smiles, albeit weakly.]

[Hoarsely] Amy...

[freezes. Did he just say? Just call her? Starts breathing more heavily and leans closer to him.]

No, no, no. Haruhi, I'm Haruhi. Don't you know me?

[Of course, he didn't hear what Lockon said, concentrating too much on piloting the TARDIS. But he heard Haruhi, and now he looks up with a huge frown.]

Haruhi, what is it? What's wrong?

[Suddenly the entire TARDIS shakes and his attention is momentarily distracted as sparks fly off the console and he brings his ship back under control.]

[Too far gone to hear anything clearly or notice the TARDIS jolting, he still fuzzily sees that she looks unhappy. His arm twitches as he tries and fails to lift it, and his wan smile flickers with the accompanying pain that manages to breach his drifting mind. He takes a deep breath]

Got him... I got him, Amy. 'venged you...

[coughs, and more blood joins what's already on his face.]

[it's taking everything in her not to just shake him to try and get him to understand and she's starting to cry a bit harder now]

No! I am not Amy! I'm Haruhi!

[He might not have heard Lockon, but he definitely heard Haruhi, and that doesn't sound good at all. He knows that Lockon is almost completely blacked out, but he also knows that Haruhi won't take that well. At any road, it seems like he might need to interfere, so he sets the TARDIS to auto-pilot for now and rushes back over to the other two.]

Haruhi, he doesn't know what he's saying, I'm amazed that he can even see at the minute. [Frowns as he looks at that blood] Maybe I should knock him out before he does any more damage...

[Whether that meant to himself or to Haruhi was debatable. Probably both.]

[He's staring at her, or at least in her direction. Past seeing anything, Lockon's eye is unfocused and his breathing is even more ragged. Ten's intervention might not even be needed, as Lockon is on the very edge of his conciousness as is. He doesn't respond to her except with an unintelligible murmur that would probably have only made it worse had she been able to understand him.]

[just cradles him to her chest, tears still running down her face but it's too much for her to argue anymore. She just strokes his hair quietly.

[The Doctor's expression is one of infinite sadness. Luckily, all of them are saved by the TARDIS engines stopping, signaling their arrival on... wherever the Doctor's programmed the TARDIS to take them.

And immediately, he springs into action again, heaving a heavy sigh before speaking.]

Right. We need to get him moved, but we can't do that on our own, we'll just make things worse. One of us'll need to go in and get help. If I've done this right, we should be parked right in the middle of the reception as it is, anyway...

[He's digging the psychic paper out as he speaks.]

[With a final, hacking cough, Lockon blacks out, sagging even more limply into Haruhi's arms.]

[just hugs him tightly to her chest, tears still running down her face but she's not going to let him go anytime soon.]

[Waits for a few seconds more before making a decision.]

Right, I'll go then. [He waves the psychic paper as he springs to his feet and heads for the door.] This'll get us past all those pesky queues and things in no time. I'll be 2 minutes tops.

[Without waiting for an answer - time is of the essence - he rushes out of the TARDIS, and true to his words, it's no more than 2 minutes or so before he throws the doors open again, looking slightly hassled and talking quickly to two humanoid people in white uniforms who are wheeling a stretcher up the ramp into the control room. He runs ahead of them and kneels down next to Haruhi, reaching out a hand to squeeze her shoulder.]

It'll be okay, I promise. [He lowers his voice so that only she can hear it.] These people think I'm the President of New Mercury, so there won't be any trouble with making sure he gets looked after.

[looks nervously at the people clad in white before squeezing her eyes shut and hugs Lockon tighter to her chest, turning away from the people and the Doctor]

I just got him back, I don't want to lose him so quickly again.

[Gently]

I know you don't. But if we don't let him get help then that's what'll happen. [In a low, conspiratorial voice again] Besides, they're not going to deny visiting rights to the President of New Mercury's daughter, are they?

[rests her cheek against Lockon's forehead as she thinks it over in her head. Finally she turns to him and whispers.]

I-I'm going to leave you for...for awhile, but I'll be back...with you soon.

[Ten watches sadly before getting to his feet and speaking with the two doctors, who slowly wheel the stretcher closer and smile reassuringly. One of them says:] Don't worry, your brother is going to be just fine once we see to him.

[They clearly want her to move out the way so they can get on with their work.]

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