11; I told you I was trouble [Yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[there is a Doctor. He is bandaged up on the wrist and is in a fresh suit. He also looks somewhat panicked.]

Lucy!

[mutters] Should've figured out an easier way to find her before...

Lucy!


OOC: Plz to be closed to [livejournal.com profile] shatteredqueen.

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[he looks at the Doctor with complete and genuine sympathy]

I'm sorry.

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[watches the Doctor]

Do you want me to leave you on your own for a bit? I won't mind.

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[that face is supremely false and unconvincing. have a concerned Handy slowly give the Doctor His spanner and still look at Him with sympathy and pity, not saying anything]

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[refusal to acknowledge doesn't mean it goes away]

Or New Earth, where there's a hospital.

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[no it doesn't, the Doctor is just being stubborn]

Fine. But afterwards we'll go, yeah?

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[tired now]

And you'll mean it this time?

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[gives the Doctor a fleeting look, but he is exhausted and sleep sounds amazing]

All right, just, make sure you wake me, yeah?

[sighs and makes his way out of the console room to bed and sleep and the day really did take it out of him, because head hits pillow and he's asleep]

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[were we fast forwarding montage style? I love a good montage. shots of the Doctor doing many things spliced with shots of Handy sleeping in various positions? That's totally what he's been doing while the Doctor's off being productive and stuff. So he will stretch out, in the way people do when the wake up, roll out of bed throw some shoes on, etc. etc. and come bleary eyed to the door, trying to stifle a yawn]

New Earth?

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
What happened to the hospital?

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-08 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[blank stare for a moment as he processes this]

Oh.

[sighs and brightens]

Right, then. We should get you off to hospital. Properly this time.

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-09 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Let the doctors decide that. Real doctors. MEDICAL doctors.

[and he follows after the self proclaimed non-MEDICAL Doctor]

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-09 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[he moves out the doors, and stops short, looking around himself in confusion. because right about now he's seeing New Earth too, and when did that happen? he's just going to be speechless for a moment and wonder if maybe Barcelona has really changed so much]

[identity profile] handysparehand.livejournal.com 2009-02-09 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[he takes in the scene around him, space crafts flying through the sky. he turns around and sees the TARDIS. legitimately sees her. he turns back around to face the hospital.]

No.