[Rose and Ten - RESCUE POST!]

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor's (hereafter to be referred to as Ten to avoid confusion) TARDIS materialises into view in a small niche on Cassiopeia V, out of sight of any passers-by - not that he doesn't trust the perception filter, but he'd rather not take any chances.

Stepping out of the TARDIS, he glances around for another one, his normally carefree face sporting a worried expression. It's time to put an end to this madness.

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[timey_wimey]

Ten snaps back to reality, his gaze being drawn back from somewhere in the locality of a point about a foot above Rose's left shoulder and back to her face. "Yes. Plan. Um..."

He shrugs and sighs. "Well, I managed to get a reading on him. Only briefly, mind you," he says heavily, leaning on the TARDIS. "Then I lost him again. So, at the minute, the plan is to come up with a plan. I've always wanted to say that! Plan to come up with a plan..."

He quickly sobers up again. "Anyway. We'll find him. Somehow."

[godownfightin.livejournal.com]

Rose moves forward, until she's standing right in front of him, and reaches up, briefly resting her fingers against his cheek. "We'll find him. Bring him back. Fix him up right. Don't for a minute think we won't, Doctor."

Beat.

"I'm so sorry, Doctor. I am." Then, "Better take yours. We'll leave his hear and come back for it when everything is over."

[[Ohgod latetag is late. I AM SO SORRY.]]

[timey_wimey]

His eyes flutter shut briefly, and he nods, though to which statement is unclear. "'Course we will. When haven't we ever?" He smiles.

"Right then, let's get to work!" Taking her hand, at first hesitantly, but covering it quickly by wrapping his fingers around hers, he leads her over to his TARDIS.