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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]

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.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Running it, is she? Well, good for her.

[stuffs his hands in his pockets]

You're good to her, right?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[unconsciously mimics the Doctor, stuffing his own hands in his pockets]

Do you think I wouldn't be?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That's a very safe answer.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm just going to assume that means yes.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm going to assume that means "no".

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

You assume everything else, so I'm not too surprised.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Stop that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Fine. I'll stop if you stop.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not doing anything. I was just asking!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're just thinking the worst! You do that with everything. You even have a problem with my hair.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[beat]

Did she break up with you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[his faces says 'wtf???']

How does what I just said even segue into that question?