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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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Ignores the Doctor and moves towards a mirror, studying his reflection.]

How long am I going to have to keep this bandage on? I look ridiculous. Are you sure you don't have any nanogenes lying around somewhere?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Blimey, you're a vain one, aren't you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Leans in to the mirror, inspecting more closely] This body, it doesn't heal right. It stays bruised for too long. Scars too easily as well.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's mostly human. That's what they do. You're going to have to get used to it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Takes one last look in the mirror, then turns around to face the Doctor]

So I'm guessing that's still a no on the nanogenes?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[flatly]

It's still a 'no', but I'm sure if you continue to complain about it I can make some magically appear.

[reconsiders and goes to one of the cabinets and starts ruffling around]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No need to be like that about it, I was just asking a question.

[Starts poking around the room as well, more out of boredom and curiosity than actually looking for anything]

Been anywhere good lately?

[still rooting through things] I had a dream about Felspoon the other day. No reason really, just because. [laughs] Mountains swaying in the breeze. Mountains that move. Can you imagine?

Well yeah you can imagine, but still. Mountains that sway with the wind.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[heavy nostalgia and saddness]

Yeah, good old Felspoon.

[finds a vial and turns, offering it to Nameless]

Here.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[unrelated nostalgia and sadness.]

Have you been there lately?

[stops mid-rooting and goes over to take the vial]

Thanks.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not lately.

[shuts the cabinet and turns around]

Donna wanted to go there. Just cause.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[heads to the mirror, ready to use the nanogenes. He stops at the Doctor's words, turning around]

I didn't - [pauses] I'm sorry.

[looks down for a moment, then back at the Doctor]

You know, I haven't used these yet. [waving the vial around] If you wanted, you could get in one more punch, if it would make you feel better. I wouldn't hold it against you, too much.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not your fault. You two are practically the same person when she was the DoctorDonna.

[waves his hand]

No, go on.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Not exactly though, I -

[Pauses and looks at the vial, then turns around facing the mirror, removing the bandage and applying the nanogenes]

There we go. [studies himself in the mirror for a minute, then sighs] Good as new.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. I'll make a specialty trip back to Chula to pick more up later.

[eyes him]

And no, not exactly. Donna was funnier. And ginger. If you ended up ginger on top of everything else, then I'd have definitely hated you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's not like I fell on my face. You broke it.

[turns around and faces the Doctor and eyes him as well]

I can be funny! [He's decided "I'd have definitely hated you" means "I might not actually hate you." Which makes him way too happy, and he's doing his best not to show that] Also, I can't type 100 wpm. 75 on a good day, but super temp, I'm not.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You started it.

[sighs and crosses his arms again]

Nope. Only one SuperTemp in the universe. Well, my universe. Other universes have their own. Even ones where she gets to stay the Donna I knew.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I seem to remember you throwing the first punch.

[thinks]

Agatha Christie!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[blink]

Is that a new euphemism for an obscenity?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

Remember Agatha Christie? She forgot, yeah, but deep down a part of her always remembered, despite everything. Maybe it works the same way for Donna, too.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I sliced those memories from Donna. I never miss.

If she remembers, she will die. Her mind will overload and I couldn't let that happen.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh. I just thought -

[more curious than worried] Shouldn't I be dead, then? I mean, I know, Time Lord biology, but still I'm mostly human, I think. There has to be some sort of fall out. There's a reason there's never been a human-Time Lord metacrisis.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You've got the Time Lord brain to start out with. As many thoughts as you need can run through there without you burning up. Donna's always been so human. It's limiting, in the end.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but -

[sighs]

Rose is good, busy defending the Earth. She's brilliant at it, you'd be proud.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[small grin at the mention of her]

Still working for Torchwood, is she? Jackie giving you a hard time?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

More like Torchwood is working for her.