YES I'M A BIT LATE HUSH

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a battered, messy Doctor! he's without his coat and gloves, leaving him in a blood-stained white silk shirt and torn trousers; he's stiff and sore and breathing heavily; he's clutching a sonic blaster in one hand]

Every planet we've been to has been horrific.

[the dashing traveller, exposed and exhausted, laments the tragic state of the universe he longs to better]

So far, we've been trapped in a supposedly abandoned sanatorium - [he grimly raises his slender yet toned arm, mottled with needle marks] Oh, do stop it. Was it really necessary to follow me here?

[you should never split up, you know; I wonder how your handsome young apprentice is faring]

He's not my - [deep breath]

In our last escapade, my friend was infected. With what, I'm not certain, I've never seen its like before.

[a great scientist, he's frustrated with the perilous mystery that has already taken so many lives]

I was wondering if anyone has experienced something similar, and if you managed to stop it. It may not last past this experiment - but then it might.

[troubled by tumultuous emotions, and fearing futility, our anxious hero begins to pace]

I am not anxious. I am concerned.

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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the lone doctor's eyes widen, conflict brewing in their ocean's depths]

[a mutter about mixed metaphors, and then a cautious smile] Hello, Cy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shiver.]

...I don't know why I'm doing this... I might as well just disappear, like her. You have Nyssa, you have everything you need.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the smile freezes and cracks, and he takes a step back]

Cy. You're not - you're pulling him from my mind. This isn't you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She rocks back and forth.] It hurts to talk to you like this, but I'm still trying. At least I'm trying.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[swiftly steps forward and kneels down; intently]

You are not Adric. Do you understand me? Adric is gone.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bitterly] Thanks, Dad.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[takes a breath, and closes his eyes]

If there was any way to get you back I would have.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Would you? Would you really?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[soft, low, intent] Yes.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Why didn't you try harder? Why didn't you go back? It hurt. It hurt so much. Did Nyssa help you forget me? Did Tegan help you more after I died?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

To bring you back, I'd need to snap Time in half. I can't do that.

[deep breath] I sent them away. Sent them back home.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[A long moment of silence. And then, Cy.] ...Allo, pathy. [She falls over.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[catches her! and cradles her in his hands; all distress gone from his voice] Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Dizzily] I think the line was disconnected.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

From what, precisely?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

The merry old land of Oz.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sigh] Thank you, that's very helpful.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Well I don't know. He's still talking in there.