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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy doesn’t appear on the Plane, as much as he is walking the Plane.  He hasn’t left since he found Reinette earlier.  His clothes are stained with blood, as are his hands.  He has been walking aimlessly.  Still shaken from what happened.

Finally he stops.  Not wanting to walk anymore.  His legs are tired.  He is tired.  He sits down.  Relieved to be off his feet.  Crossing his legs, fingers tapping the floor, eyes studying the stars below.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and he throws a punch]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[And is punched, and it hurts, and he's a bit shocked.]

You punched me!

[He gets over the shock and rushes to knock over the Doctor]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Why is everyone always so sur----

[and is knocked over with a WHOOSH of air]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Smuggly has the upper hand, and having tackled the Doctor he throws a punch]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[it hits, but the Doctor attempts to flip them both over]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor succeeds and there is an oh crap thought as the Doctor now has that upper hand. Goodbye smugness.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor pins him in place and it's rather unusual, fighting like this with oneself, he imagines]

Don't blame me!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[It's odd, being pinned down by someone with your face.]

Why shouldn't I?

[And with the Doctor on top of him like this he decides to try for a knee to the stomach, hoping to catch the Doctor by surprise and flip them over again.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's your fault not----

[air leaves him with the knee to the stomach, and he cries out as he falls backwards. Good thing he hadn't eaten anything, he'd have probably lost it!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He might have laughed at the Doctor falling backwards and crying out. He scrambles up, and is pinning the Doctor again.]

No, it's your fault.

[And he throws a punch hoping to connect with the Doctor's nose.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and dodge! Followed by his own attack on the nose of his attacker]

Because you were there and I wasn't?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[And impact! Bloody, possibly broken nose. His hold on the Doctor loosens a bit here, but he still has him pinned down.]

And where the hell were you? Driving lessons with your new little friend?

[Now he decides that knee to the groin might be useful]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and the Gallifreyan words that come out of the Doctor's mouth at THAT impact are probably not suitable for a 7 pm timeslot if they translated]

It has nothing to do with Lucy!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Such blue language. The Doctor should be ashamed. He studies the Doctor. He's still angry, but his question is sincere.]

What happened then, back in France, back on that ship? Why did they get through so early?

[He pushes himself off of the Doctor, taking a seat on the Plane floor, nursing his nose.]

I think you broke my nose.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I don't know. It must be this place, things that shouldn't be are bleeding through. Bleeding through too early, causing paradoxes.

[sits up gingerly, wincing. Well, it's a good thing he doesn't use his joy department all that often anyway, because he's not going to for a while after that]

Good. [which is not sincere, and he hands him a handkerchief]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is there a way to fix it? Since it's a paradox, shouldn't there be a way to right the time line?

[Gives the Doctor a wary look, but takes the handkerchief anyway, applying it to his nose to stop the bleeding.]

Thanks.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's impossible. If she died in her timeline then she died. The universe will have to compensate.

[winces again and rubs his jaw]

I've heard stories about the Plane bringing people back, but the logistics of it make no sense. This is a machine, it isn't a God.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Paradoxes have been reversed before.

[His entire face hurts, and he wonders how long this will take to heal]

Someone else mentioned that before too, people coming back. I'm just assuming she was confused. Or wrong. Because....

[Pulls the handkerchief away and puts it to the side. He sniffs, and winces with it.]

Oh, that's disgusting.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Had our nose broken before, don't be so dramatic. And it was a lot bigger back then, so it probably hurt worse.

[sitting up is too painful, so he lays back down]

Only way to find out now is to wait.

[sigh]

Did she say anything else?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It still hurts.

[Looks over at the Doctor laying down] Now whose being dramatic?

How long does that take?

[sighs, and remembers]

"....I sometimes wonder ... if I did not get my sense for single-minded pursuit from them."

[chuckles]

Which seems very...her.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, stop complaining about it.

[grumble]

It really is, though. Very her.

[sad chuckle]

She was always too hard-headed. Too stubborn.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not complaining.

[He lays back on the Plane as well. He suddenly feels the need to explain himself, but keeps his gaze on the stars overhead.]

When I found her, it was over in minutes. I really did try, I just...

[sighs, focusing on the constellations instead] They did a pretty decent job, but is it me or does Circinus look a bit off right there?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up at the stars]

Looks all right to me.

[he could just be being contrary, though]

Come on, I'll get you to the TARDIS, get that bandaged up.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Is about to open his mouth to argue, but, stops himself when he hears the second part. Caught off guard by the offer.]

Yeah? [Quickly tries to cover, changing his tone to casual.] I mean, yeah. Of course.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I broke it. I'm told I don't fix what I break often enough.

[winces and stretches, trying not to hold the part of him that hurts, then leads the way to his TARDIS]