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

[timey_wimey]

((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.]

Comments

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...An alien.

[timey_wimey]

[Prods it and tugs on one of its antennae]

It's quite sweet.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[nods] It is.

[timey_wimey]

Should give it a name, really. Something that cute needs a name.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

Are we taking him with us then?

[timey_wimey]

[Grins slightly] If you don't want to, I do.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[nods and cradles it against her chest]

[timey_wimey]

[Smiles at that]

So, how about a name for that little fella?

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[looks down at it and thinks deeply]

[timey_wimey]

Bob? Actually, no, not Bob, that's what the last me calls me.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...Neil.

[timey_wimey]

[Looks at her sideways and nods.]

It's a good name.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[maybe so but it's all starting to crash in on her, she is starting to tremble all over and the color is draining from her face]

I-I'm gonna be sick.

[stumbles across the hall and starts unceremoniously tossing her cookies into a trashcan, much to the disgust of people passing by]

[timey_wimey]

[Follows her immediately and stands there rubbing her back and glaring at all the passers-by. One unfortunate woman who is standing there with a snobbish look of disgust even gets a "Do you mind?!" from him.]

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[manages to get ahold of herself and wipes her eyes before leaning back against him]

Thanks, papa.

[timey_wimey]

[Hugs her and says quietly]

Don't mention it.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[is limp in his hug]

Suddenly everything felt so heavy and my body just...couldn't take it.

[timey_wimey]

It happens.

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

...Happens to me too much.

[timey_wimey]

I'm sorry.

[And he is - he knows he says that a lot, but he never wanted this for her.]

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[takes his hand and wraps it around her]

I know.

[timey_wimey]

[Squeezes her hand as she takes his.]

D'you want to go and sit down now?

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Sounds good.

[timey_wimey]

Alright then. There's got to be somewhere round here.

[He takes her hand again and starts walking slowly in the direction of the waiting area.]

[godisagirl.livejournal.com]

[is still shaking rather violently as she walks next to him]