[RL, the TARDIS]

[timey_wimey]

Ten sat at the TARDIS console frowning at the screen. This community was starting to be more trouble than it was worth. The Master and now the Daleks? The only way this could get worse was if someone pulled a Donna and got into the TARDIS.

He ran a hand over his face. Luckily Martha was busy somewhere.

"Well, this is just brilliant, isn't it?"

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[timey_wimey]

"Because I might be sweet, but you shouldn't mistake that for nice," Ten says conversationally. The 'I'll find some way to make your eternity a living hell' remains uspoken but implicit.

"By the way, who created you in the first place? Just out of interest."

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

Smiling, Schrödinger ignored the implied threat, and appeared to inspect his white gloves for dirty marks.

Still seemingly examining his hands, he offhandedly replied to the question posed to him.

"Who created me? Vhy, The Doktor created me, mein Herr," he said, with a little smile.

[timey_wimey]

Ten did a double-take. "Wait, your universe has a Doctor?"

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes," Schrödinger said, fishing around in his pocket, eventually producing a battered black and white photograph of Millennium. He held it out, gloved finger tapping at the figure of the Doctor. The man in the picture was dressed in a bizarre white outfit, with a lab coat over the top. His entire outfit was spattered with blood, and his eyes were hidden behind strange multi-lensed glasses.

"This is my Doctor. My creator."

[timey_wimey]

Ten looked at the man indicated with mounting curiosity, disgust and interest. "Well. Can't be a parallel me. For a start I don't much go for blood," he says lightly. "No offence, but he looks a bit... well, odd."

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

"Odd, Doctor?" he said, smiling. "That's frankly an understatement, nein?" He laughed and put the photo back in his pocket.

"But you must admit," Schrödinger laughed, "it's very curious. That someone like him could create something like me."

[timey_wimey]

Ten shrugged. "Well. I'll take your word for it. Don't know the man, after all. And as for curious, you'd be surprised... still! What makes you so different?"

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

Schrödinger laughed. "Everything, Herr Doctor! I can be anyvhere, do anything! I can stand at the beginning and end of the universe, at the same time! I'm doing it right now. I'm everyvhere, everyvhen. I know...so, so much, Doctor. Vhy," he grinned, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, "I'm even on Gallifrey."

[timey_wimey]

Ten jumped up from his seat. "That's impossible. You can't be. It's gone. I saw it. It's gone." The mention of his home planet had shaken him so much that asking Schrödinger just how he KNEW about Gallifrey in the first place. For now.

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

"It is possible! More than possible, it is an actuality!" Schrödinger crowed, stepping away from the Doctor.

"You should see it, mein Herr," he said, leaning closer, "the sun's just rising in the south. It looks like the trees are burning."

[timey_wimey]

Ten swallowed convulsively at the description but otherwise managed to regain his former calm. His eyes narrowed. "Stop it. How do you know about that anyway?"

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

"I told you, Doctor," Schrödinger said, almost beginning to look bored, "I'm there, I've seen it-- am seeing it. You can't know vhat this is like, being able to see the entire construct of space and time at once."

He tapped his head. "Vhy, it's amazing I'm still sane!"

[timey_wimey]

"Alright, fine, so let's say it IS possible. And you'd be surprised," he muttered, aggravated. He grinned slightly at the sane comment.

"Ahhhh, but how do you know that you still are?"

[katzchenjunge.livejournal.com]

Schrödinger looked at him strangely.

"...of course I know I'm sane, Doctor. Vhat a silly question."