but doesn't it get lonely riding up there to the sun?

[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.

Erm. Well.

... There's really no right way to say this in an entry. Um.

Right.

I think I've got something that you lot... really should know.

[The Doctor ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the corridors of the TARDIS, panting in his hurry to get to Haruhi. Omega, he was so worried about her. As if Lockon wasn't enough - enough for all of them - Haruhi was still sick, and all this stress couldn't be good for her fighting off the infection that was still stubbornly clinging to her system. That sound... that hadn't sounded good.

Damn it. He wished this would stop happening. Or at least stop happening all at once. Haruhi could yell at him or cling to him, whatever, but he was sick of seeing her so sad. That was happening far too often lately.

He tore around the last corner and burst into her room, wild-eyed.]

Haruhi?

[Having located Haruhi (via this RL Here~) and dragged her in some way, shape or form through the driving rain back to the safety of the TARDIS, the Doctor throws his soaking wet coat over the rail as the door swings shut, and begins to help Haruhi as much as he can to the pilot's chair next to the console.

They're both completely soaked, of course, and the Doctor takes only a couple of moments to get the TARDIS back into the safe retreat of the time vortex before he sighs heavily and leans against the console. He's quite honestly expecting a Q and A from both of his daughters right now, but he's not really making eye contact. Yet. There's a Donna-shaped hole in the TARDIS now, and he's sure that he's not the only one who can feel it.]

[Is hovering and leaning heavily on the doorframe of Haruhi's room.]

"Haruhi? Can I come in?"

... He called me Theta.

Omega.