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[a large, blue police box appears on the Plane, surrounded by piles of broken and burned debris, the remnants of what appears to have been part of a city square. snow is piled against the sides of the box -- soft and impossibly white, created through atmospheric excitation. copious amounts of rain water drip down the sides of the box, which looks to have been in the center of a rather terrifying and unnatural type of weather disaster.

the box itself exudes anger and pain and sorrow, a low, jarring hum vibrating the air around it. it just LOOKS gloomy.

it might be a good idea for any and all Doctors (except Eight, Eight's okay) to keep a wide berth, because this particular police box is having a rather bad time of it. approach with care]

[ooc; Again, tags back will be slow, as I am at work, but I really wanted to post this, so]

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[Jack hesitates for a moment before finally approaching. He doesn't say anything yet, but he's almost close enough that if he reaches out, he would be able to barely touch her]

Edited 2008-11-05 05:48 (UTC)

[she can feel you, Jack, but she's so incredibly angry at Ten right now that she'll suffer your presence. for now]

[He's torn between coming closer because of his worry and wanting to get away simply because he knows what it's like for her when he's around. So he simply stays where he is, hands in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to the snow gathering in his hair and the rain slowly wetting his clothes]

Edited 2008-11-05 06:34 (UTC)

[still tries to ignore you, because you're one of the reasons she's angry, Jack, but she can't keep up her SHOW OF ANGER because, uh, she's too busy trying not to get sick, the snow beginning to melt and give way to more rain, instead]

[Jack notices this and is tempted to walk away again. Instead he takes a step forward and places his hand against the wood, looking incredibly guilty as he does so]

[shudders violently at the touch, trying to retreat but can't, electricity arcing wildly around her as she tries to buffer him away from her with cold and rain, though it isn't as strong as it could be, hindered by her overwhelming time sickness]

[Jack quickly pulls his hand away and takes a step back, then another. He's not even looking at her anymore, just staring down at the ground as he backs away. Eventually, when he is several feet away, he speaks up]....I'm sorry.

[continues to rage, rain soaking her exterior, continuing to try and push him away. not because he makes her sick, though there is that, but because he is the reason her and the Doctor fought in the first place and it's easier to blame him than herself]

[Jack backs away until he is far enough that he hopes his Fact-ness is not making her all that sick, and there stands his ground. His clothes are partially soaked now, by both rain and snow, but he seems unwilling to budge from where he is]

[she hates you so much Jack, but she can't fight anymore and just sits, silent and broken and soaked in the rain, simply waiting to see what he does]

[Sorry TARDIS, but the day you willingly approached him while he was his Fact self gave him hope, and he's not willing to let go of that. He looks up again, and there is no pity in his eyes. Just an immense sort of sadness and longing] I meant what I said before. If I could find a way to make myself human, I would.

[being human still wouldn't matter. you'd still be a companion, still be around, still be someone else the Doctor would choose above her. she makes a half-hearted attempted to chase him away, groaning quietly, upset and lost and just ... tired]

[But Jack doesn't budge, just continues to stand there and watch her quietly. He wants to do nothing more than be near her, walk inside and be surrounded by that soft hum, repair all those little nicks the Doctor never seems to quite get around to, take care of her.....but he knows better. And he hates it]

[she almost wishes he were psychic so she could at least assault his mind, but he is not. he is not and she can't even talk to him, for good or ill, nor can she stomach his presence, and so they remain at an impasse]

[Jack is stubborn and patient enough to simply stay as he is, even when his clothes are completely soaked through with water]

[continues to sit in silence, fighting off the pain of his presence, before finally giving up, opening her doors to allow him inside. if he will not leave, she will make him, even if it means having him near enough so she might talk first]

[There is the slightest hesitation, but in the end Jack can't resist and walks forward, stepping inside. Something inside him seems to relax as he does, and despite the guilt he seems more...calm somehow]

[appears from the shadows of her console room, near the Doctor's study, keeping a wide berth]

Why will you not leave?

I don't want to.

Why? What purpose does remaining serve, other than to cause me harm? I thought you claimed to care for me? This is subversive.

[He doesn't say anything for a moment, looking away] I'm worried. I want to be able to do something to help. And I want to be able to be near you again.

[snaps]

You do not help! You ruin everything, just as the Master does! You take away my Doctor and you ruin everything!

[He seems to bristle at that, but doesn't raise his voice any higher] Don't compare me to him. I am nothing like the Master, and I don't take the Doctor away from you.

Do not be stupid. All of his companions take him from me. You do so and harm me in the process. You do so and take away my well-being.

[quietly]

You do so and it is unfair. He does not suffer the effects of your presence as I do. He is not forced to lose you as I am.

[For a while, he doesn't respond. When he finally does, his voice is no louder than hers] I know what I do to you. I know what I do to the Doctor and the Master. I don't enjoy it. I loathe my immortality, and I waited more than a hundred years for the Doctor so he could fix me.

You wont lose me, not yet. It's when you meet me as a human that you'll loose me, because I was only worth keeping around back then.