14; There is no "I" in threesome. (Canon updating...)

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

In the bar area...

[have a Handy running his hands through his hair, then looking at what appears to be grains of sand in disgust. he makes a face, then puts the sandy hands out towards Jack and no, he's not Annie trying to convince Sam he's real]
Dead people, that is dead people! In my hair. Dead people!
[Jack, on the other hand, is thankfully sand-free. He seems, if anything, slightly curious]
Dead plants, dead animals, buildings.....
[and the Doctor, unimpressed] You and Christina. Complaining about your hair!
[the Doctor gets a glare, and Handy will just wipe his hands off on Jack's sleeve, since he seems so fascinated by the DEAD PEOPLE sand]
Why are neither of you disturbed by the fact that that sand there is dead people. You should be disturbed. It's disturbing.
[Jack makes a face and wipes at his sleeve]
If you think it's disturbing, why are you wiping dead people on my sleeve? It's rude.
You spend time on a dead, alien world, and all you're worried about is how much you've got on your hair. [sighs, and takes a sip of his drink]
Well you seemed fascinated by it, I figured you'd rather wear it than me.
[to the Doctor]
Maybe I'm disturbed and worried because an entire civilization was reduced to sand? And the fact that I seem to have it all over me might just add to that a bit.
You know, you probably have sand stuck to your shoes. Along with uncovered patches of skin.
[Helpful Jack is helpful]
I've reconfigured the wormholes to make sure that doesn't happen again. Only sand worlds are ones that should be uninhabited.
[sorry Doctor, he isn't even paying attention to you right now. Handy's face falls and he gets a very horrified look on his face, because he totally didn't consider the possibilities of what Jack just said. He will now be hopping out of his seat, and checking out his shoes and trousers and pretty much any part of him he can inspect]
[Jack rolls his eyes, sipping on a glass of water as he watches]
It's just sand.
[sigh] Think it was wrong of me to leave her with the bus?

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[you better believe it] And yet he does. It is easier to forget that which is constant. But he always returns. You always return. That pleases me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[that icons is gorgeous. like seriously, soooo pretty. and this isn't the place to put that, but, I just had to say it.]

I return when I can. [pauses, thinking over that distinction. his tone curious] Am I that much different, that you need to clarify between us?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[I love it like hotcakes, but never get to use it]

It is not that you are different. It is that you are the same. You do not seem to recognise that yourself.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[I see why you love it, it is lovely lovely lovely]

I suppose. Still, the human thing has to be some sort of distinction.

[pauses, thinking]

Do you think it would be better as a Time Lord, if it were possible to make that sort of change or someone knew how?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[since you love it so much, you get it again! even if it doesn't make sense]

You would remain yourself regardless of form or species, but I would prefer you to live the life you deserve. It is sad to feel you wither away as humans do. You are better than such a small species.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oh, you are too good to me, and oh gosh soooooooooo pretty]

And you think the life I deserve is a longer one?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[it is because I love you so much]

You are the Doctor. The Doctor is not allowed to die. I would not watch you fade away like some lesser species.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[I love you, too! *glomps*]

But you said before all things must die.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[awww, yay! *glomps back*]

All things but you. The Doctor does not die. You cannot die.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[it's a love fest!]

Being human makes that a bit difficult.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You mentioned possibly being able to change that. Do you have a way?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. Someone mentioned something, but I shouldn't even really be thinking about it. Forget I said anything.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head] Tell me.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why? It's probably not even workable, and even if it was I shouldn't even think about it. This is the way of things, it's not meant to be changed.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The way of things is that you are the Doctor. You are meant to be with me, to travel throughout time, and to live far longer than that tiny body will allow you to. If there is a way to make you proper, then I would like to know it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Someone just thinks they might have a way. I don't even know what he thinks to do, just that he said he might be able to.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Who said this?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why does it matter? It was nothing. Nothing will come of it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It matters because you have told me this and I want to know. It matters because it means I can possibly help you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[his voice might be a little quieter now, not wanting anyone else around to hear, and also a little sheepish, knowing the TARDIS' opinion of the person in question]

Just the Master.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[aaand she sets her jaw because yeah, no love lost there] And you would trust him in this?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I said it was going to come to nothing, didn't I? He just mentioned it, that's all.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

But if it were possible, you would do it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No, I shouldn't. It probably wouldn't even work anyway.

[beat]

If it were possible, would you tell me to do it?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

If it were possible, I would assist. I made you, did I not? You are mine; as such, I would do this to ensure you remain with me.