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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor appears beside the elegant armchair he brought to the Plane ages ago; once again, he is battered and exhausted; his eyes are bloodshot, his body pale and bruised, his jacket torn and his shirt stained with gore

in one hand, he's clutching a laser gun; it, too, is dirty with violence

he lets it clatter to the ground, collapses into the chair, and mutters]

I really do hate Daleks.

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[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

A species unique to your own world?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Doctor! [kneels beside him, concerned] Doctor, are you well? Let me help?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[musters a wry but warm smile, and slowly shakes his head]

I'll...be fine. I just need a little while to recover.

[didorothy]

[runs up to him immediately and starts looking him over]

Do you need a medic?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[straightens, as he gazes up at him; his voice is even, if a bit hoarse]

To my universe, yes - or rather, our set of universes. I certainly hope so, at least.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[smiles up at him, before carefully shaking his head]

I'll be all right, Sam. But thank you.

[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

Oh my! They can't follow you, can they?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[holds him] What happened?

[didorothy]

Is there anything I can do to help? What happened?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fdskj] Signore! [It is a Henrietta with large, dove-gray wings. ]

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[Makin' with the glowy healing waters now.] Do people always come here hurt?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Doctor! What happened? Are you alright?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

None have so far. If any do, well. [vague gesture at laser gun]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[relaxes against her, after a moment] We were...caught in a time corridor.

[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

I see. [Appears to be scrutinizing it closely.] But... surely this isn't a gun!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a few deep breaths] Have I ever told you about them, the Daleks?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight smile] Henrietta. I'm...

You have wings.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jsdlkfjsdf] Y...yes. It's an experiment, I guess. They... [BLUSHING NOW BECAUSE IT SOUNDS SILLY.] They made me an... an angel, I guess.

Oh! That means... [Frowning. In an experimental tone:] You're... healed now? [AND POOF, HE IS HEALED. She looks delighted with herself.]

Then... maybe... You're clothes are clean, too? [Once again, as soon as the words are out of her mouth, he's tidied up and gore-free.]

Um. Will you be all right now?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen considerably] It...does seem rather common.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[straightens immediately, repressing a wince] Yes, I'm all right.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

You don't look it. What are Daleks, anyway?

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[ :\ ] It's Waterbending. It's... well, not the same as what I was doing before. Another kind. [Gently cleaning and healing his bruises and things.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] It is indeed.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[stays very still, but smiles a bit]

Fascinating. It does make sense - most humanoids are mostly water.

[and it widens, a bit] Thank you.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...Mutants. Creatures genetically engineered to desire nothing but destruction, encased in machines designed to kill.