The Doctor {ｔｅｎｔｈ} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timey_wimey) wrote2009-12-06 02:55 am
timey_wimey) wrote2009-12-06 02:55 am
[RL - Lockon, Nena, Tieria, CB as a whole - Damage Control is my middle name!]
[To say that the past few days had been... interesting... would have been an understatement even by the Doctor's standards. Dealing with unstable and unsavoury people was part of his everyday life, but when said person was someone you saw as a son, under the effects of a virus, it was rather different. Especially when said person was also intent on apparently wrecking all his relationships.
Including the one that he was already wrecking by sheer virtue of his own obliviousness.
Still! Damage control was in order, and since he wasn't in the mood to have any part of the might of Celestial Being brought down against him - and since he was also pretty sick of the obliviousness and moping of certain people who he would not name - he was now busily piloting the TARDIS towards Lagrange point 3, circa 2309.
If truth be told, he'd known this would probably be coming for a while, he thought glumly. Even if this visit was temporary, he knew it was only a matter of time now before Lockon also left the TARDIS for good to go back to the organisation. He hadn't thought it would be quite like this, but... he still wasn't relishing the thought of him leaving, whatever way it happened.
No point in thinking about that though, not when there was going to be some sort of 'throwdown' once they got there. He busily piloted the TARDIS, throwing a final lever so that it materialised right on the Lagrange base.]
Well, here we are.
Including the one that he was already wrecking by sheer virtue of his own obliviousness.
Still! Damage control was in order, and since he wasn't in the mood to have any part of the might of Celestial Being brought down against him - and since he was also pretty sick of the obliviousness and moping of certain people who he would not name - he was now busily piloting the TARDIS towards Lagrange point 3, circa 2309.
If truth be told, he'd known this would probably be coming for a while, he thought glumly. Even if this visit was temporary, he knew it was only a matter of time now before Lockon also left the TARDIS for good to go back to the organisation. He hadn't thought it would be quite like this, but... he still wasn't relishing the thought of him leaving, whatever way it happened.
No point in thinking about that though, not when there was going to be some sort of 'throwdown' once they got there. He busily piloted the TARDIS, throwing a final lever so that it materialised right on the Lagrange base.]
Well, here we are.
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Listen, I just crawled through the ventilation shafts between here and the cargo bay to get to you as fast as possible. Give me one reason why I'd do that if I actually cared so little about you. [Despite the hint of humour playing around his words, he's totally serious.]
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I. I d-don't know! [It comes out as a high-pitched, stuttered mess, but it's the truth. Tieria doesn't know what to think anymore. He wants to believe Lockon, knows he shouldn't, and finds himself starting to do so anyway. He's being weak again, but he doesn't know how to stop.]
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I don't make a habit of hanging around with people who aren't worth my time, Tieria. Even less people who I don't like. I don't have anything to gain by lying to you about this, do I?