10; I am a scientist [I can live on science alone]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor hasn't been on the Plane in a while. Funny, though, whatever he's been up to has made him a bit happier than he was the last time he was here]

[And now, the Doctor is sitting with a chemistry set and a mottled-together computer, working on a few experiments]

[Please, feel free to interrupt him]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You said he was nearly killed, right? He's not gonna go right to her, I don't think. He's probably recovering too.

[looks at that bleeding near the Doctor's torso again]

You need to get that cleaned up, too. Before you do anything. You're no good to anyone, her or you if you're falling over half dead.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'll regenerate. She won't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'll go look for her, then! You're not going anywhere the way you're looking. Look at yourself.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks down at himself]

Fine, I'll...I'll take us to New Earth.

[struggles to stand again, then takes a breath]

C-Can you set coordinates?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Yeah, you just - You shouldn't be moving too much.

[looks at the Doctor, then moves to give Him help getting up]

You're coming with me, I don't want to come back and find you've gone back there the second I turned my back. Come on.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[well, there goes that idea]

I wouldn't.

[leans against him]

The year 7888.DE. Good year, they should have some Gallifreyan specialists.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[gets them out to the console room and sets the Doctor on the seat]

7888.DE. Right.

[starts looking at the console a little nervously and then starts setting coordinates, forcing himself not to grin, because he'd forgotten how much he liked this sort of thing as he moves around pulling levers and hammering and pushing buttons and everything else]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[slumps back in the captain's chair, holding his abdomen]

Right, now, careful with the wind-up there. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be. Good. You've got it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I got it.

[Flying the TARDIS is fun! But this is serious business, so no smiling, must do what must be done and look at that, time for landing. Let's see how smooth of a landing he can manage!]

[looking over at the Doctor] Hold tight, I haven't done this for a while.

[and it's landing time!]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[holds onto the chair, he knows how bad his own landings can be]

Give the side there a whack, it makes it land a bit smoother.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[runs around and gives the side a wack, then holds on to the console for the landing which is bumpy, and then they are landed and he lets go, bouncing a little on his toes]

There we go, that wasn't so bad, was it?

[he realizes he might be grinning and quickly stops]

Right. [moves to the Doctor to help Him up] Up we go.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was brilliant. [he's genuinely complimenting him, but due to self-important self-pity, it doesn't come out very enthusiastically]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[tries to help the Doctor stand]. All right then, I said it had been a while. No need to be sarcastic.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not the sarcastic half of your personality, that's Donna.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You can be sarcastic, too. Now come on, get us to the hospital, I'm not going to be able to see that either. You can handle that, right?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not completely invalid.

[injuries make a Doctor cranky]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You let me drive. I think that says something. Now come on, let's get you to hospital, all right?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You know how to fly the TARDIS.

And you knew I should've stopped.

[is that the Doctor's way of saying "I should've listened to you?" It very well might be]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You sure you didn't sustain a head injury, with all the things I suddenly know?

[pulls the Doctor up to a stand]

Stop dwelling, it's not doing anyone any good.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Ow, careful!

He hit me more than a few times in the stomach, too.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Sorry.

[handles Him a little more gently, trying to avoid anywhere He could've been injured, which appears to be everywhere]

That better?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[pushes open the TARDIS door, and they're right where they should be for him]

What's out there for you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks around]

London.

[grins when he takes a closer look at where they are]

Looks like we're close to Royal Hope Hospital. Donna had mentioned that before, how sometimes things sort of overlap. Like police stations and that sort of thing. Maybe it's the same with hospitals, too?

[points down the block from them, to what for him is Royal Hope Hospital]

You looking at a hospital over there?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That's where it is. I'll just...get some nanogenes. Shouldn't be more than a mo'.

[shakes head]

It's strange.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're not going to get yourself checked out?