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[Everyone missed the Doctor, right? Of course. But today is a bit different.

You see, he's talking to a plant. The plant is on a metal, rounded picnic table and he brought a tree that appears to be going through autumn and an area of grass with it from whatever planet he was on. But the important part is that he's sitting at the table with a sandwich, eating it and talking to this plant]

You know, you really are brilliant. ...No, really! I mean that. Sane, nice, loves Elvis. Also, you're not violent. You have no idea what a rarity that is these days.

[he shakes his head with a sigh and keeps munching on his sandwich and talking to the plant]

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No, actually. I haven't been there in a few years. This is just a plant I saw in a shop.

Then why are you speaking with it, if it is not sentient?

It seemed like a good enough conversation partner.

...I see. More so than myself? You know if there is anything bothering you, Doctor, you can always come to me.

Well, yeah, I know. I just wanted a more private conversation. Someone is generally listening in. I suppose this ended up being not very private anyway, though.

[considers him, curious, then takes a seat beside him, studying the plant, running her fingers gently along the edge of a leaf] About what were you speaking? What is so private for you it cannot be told even to me?

[he trails his finger along the outer rim of the pot] Sometimes I wonder why I keep trying. Oh, not that I'll ever really give up. But objectively speaking, mind you, I really do fight a lot of hopeless causes, don't I?

You do. [frowns, then lays her hand on his, stilling it] But it is what makes you who you are. If you did not fight battles others felt had no positive outcome, you would not be the man you are now. Or even the man with whom I currently travel. Whether I agree with your battles or not, I would want you no other way. You are my Doctor, in all that entails.

[lets his hand go and looks away] I will talk to myself, if you need. I will tell her to be more understanding. That is what this is about, is it not? Him?

[strokes her hair now] Mm, it's him, yeah. You're helping best you can, so don't give yourself a hard time.

I am not doing a proper job if you must resort to speaking with plants rather than me when you are concerned. [sighs and leans into his hand] Will you tell me what happened, at least? I can offer proper support if I know what is bothering you.

[frowning a little] If I tell you, do you promise not to go do anything, ah, rash?

The fact you must request that of me is telling, but yes, I agree I will not do anything you would frown upon. [makes a face] Even if I want to.

Thank you. Well! Right, where to start. We landed on this planet, battle torn area, something felt off but you know me. I rather like it when things are unexpected. Except this planet happened to be in the middle of a Clade war. He jumped on it, made deals with them, everything. He betrayed me for Clade. Then he...well, he tortured me. I had quite enough for his torture during the Year but at least I usually expected it. And while I was trying to recover from that, he was allowing Clade to possess him in order to reprogram them to obey him. Naturally, I had to save him so they didn't overpower him. And on top of all that, he refused to come aboard you unless I let him keep those...things. [a bit hastily] I've already done scans, they're not on board anymore, so he's storing them somewhere.

[pauses] Then I ignored him and he got upset about it, apparently he's been making deals with that other self of mine and I don't know.

[very, very, VERY OBVIOUSLY restrains herself from getting up immediately, digging her nails into her legs, eyes dark and cold as she considers him. when she speaks, her voice is deep, with that echoing quality of her Heart and every negative emotion she's capable of] How long ago did this happen? Why did you say nothing? I could have helped you! You did not--

[takes a shuddering breath] Forgive me. I promised. I will not ... I will not hurt him. I promise.

[He always gets a bit nervous when she gets so upset] Ah, well. It's been several weeks. I just...wasn't going to involve anyone. I didn't even know what I wanted to do. There wasn't much that could be done. I'm sorry, old girl.

[as he should be! she argues she's every right to be this upset, however] Several week. You have been hurt ... in pain ... for all this time and you did not tell me. I did not know. That is unfair, Doctor.

[she does indeed have reason to be mad! and he sighs] I know, really. But I forgave him. He's still living with me. It won't change.

Of course it will not. [scowls, turning her attention to the plant almost exclusively, drawing Gallifreyan symbols in the potting dirt. they aren't exactly the kindest things she could write] Tell me something, Doctor. Will it happen again? Will he harm you again?

[he sees what she's writing there. Oh, TARDIS] I don't doubt that he will. He does hate me.

[she may or may not be writing about the Doctor, now. and yeah, it's still sort of unflattering] You expected it to be any different? He has hated you for centuries. Why should it have changed because you force him to live with you?

[This makes him sulk a bit. But she is justified in being mad at him, so] No, I didn't expect it to be any different. I just...hoped it would.

[he can sulk all she wants, she's sulky and pissy, too. though she does sigh and start writing slightly nicer things, mainly memories she has of Theta] Your hope will be the death of you, Doctor, and that terrifies me. [quietly] But if you want to hope ... I will allow it. Hope, and I will protect you so that you might.

[smiles a little at that, though it's a strangely amused smile for what he's about to say] He said he has faith in me to recover from anything that happens to me. I think that's what's really going to kill me.

[bitterly] That he has faith, or that you will allow him to continue harming you to prove it?

Hope and faith, very dangerous things in our hands. [he sighs] I don't know how to help him.