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[There is a spot on the edge of the forest, where a single Kadenwood tree shines silver and reflects the starlight that makes up the rest of the Plane. At this moment, it is also where Peylix happens to be standing, one hand pressed against the rough trunk of the tree, staring up through the branches. The peacefulness is a welcome change of pace, for once. Perhaps it will take his mind off the terrible headache he has.]

[It's been a long time since the Doctor has visited the Kadenwood tree on the Plane. But it seems like the best spot to brood about certain things that have been weighing on his mind...at least, until the Doctor spots Omega -- er, Peylix -- standing there. He hesitates for a moment, before walking up and interrupting the silence.] Peylix?

Hm? [he turns to face the Doctor, leaning a bit too heavily on the tree] Oh, hello, Doctor.

[gives Peylix a concerned look] You alright? You seem a bit...I dunno. Tired, maybe.

[he shakes his head, then winces] Just a headache. Nothing to be concerned about, really.

[frowns] If it's bothering you that much, I'm gonna be concerned about it. When did it start?

[a sigh, and Peylix uncounciously braces himself againt the tree a little further] Within the last day. It's only a headache, Doctor. It happens.

Considering you're under an experiment, and it's lasted a whole day, I've got the feeling it's not "only a headache." [crosses his arms] What happened yesterday? Anything odd?

[snapping, his voice sounding slightly... off. he's not sure why he feels so angry, but he's sure it's because of the Doctor.] I don't appreciate the interrogation. Nothing's happened.

What's got you so upset then? Sounds like something's gone a bit wrong to me.

[there is something wrong, but he's not sure what -- he can't think straight, doesn't know what's happening for sure. Peylix presses his hands to his eyes, trying to ignore the growing pain] Your incessant questions are what have me upset!

[crosses his arms] Right, so if I just hush up a bit, you'll be fine. [he leans against the tree silently, watching Peylix expectantly]

[gritting his teeth] Obviously it is not going to be any help now. [his voice, if Nine notices, wavers between the fifth Doctor's and Omega's]

[okay, that's worrying] ...Peylix, I just heard the Doctor in there. Something's wrong. [he steps closer] Let me have a look, yeah?

[there are three mind in his head now -- Peylix, Omega, and the Doctor -- and it's just getting more unstable, more chaotic. he shakes his head, snapping an angry reply] I-- I don't need you, Doctor.

[that hurts, but he takes another step forward, and brushes his fingers against Omega's temples] You've got me anyway. [then he initiates Contact, whether Peylix/Omega/Five likes it or not]

[that is possibly the worst thing Nine could have done, and suddenly Omega is trying to break away, to close off the Contact. But the muddled, suffocating mess of thoughts and memories and emotions makes it too hard to focus as they come raoring to the forefront, and Omega panics. It hurts; there's too many minds pressing in on him -- even a Time Lord body can't contain three competing minds, especially not with a fourth being added in, observing.]

[and that's all the Doctor can do -- observe. he tries to soothe, to mend, something, but it's all wildly out of his control, and he's lost in the madness. He can't even try to reason with his own mind...his Fifth's, that is, even though he's bleeding through.]

[One of the minds will break under the pressure soon, if his brain doesn't give out before that. Those cracked mental walls that divide the Doctor's mind from Omega are starting to crumble further -- he has to do something, anything to stop this. Omega doesn't realise it, but he's on his knees, struggling to find some way to end it, fumbling blindly.

...And then his hand finds the smooth grip of the staser.

He doesn't realise that he's even fired until Contact is abrubtly cut off, and Omega merely slumps down, gasping as some of the terrible pressure is lifted, his mind still an unstable mess of three different minds trying to reassert themselves.]

[Nine's eyes are wide with shock when the blast hits his chest, and he falls to the ground in pain. He knows he's dying, and the shock turns into pure panic -- he's trying to regenerate, trying to start the process, but he can't. So instead of dealing with this terrifying prospect, he weakly turns his head to his Founder.] Focus, Omega! Focus on something, anything! ...Focus on Rassilon if you've got to, damn it.

[Omega barely hears him -- he's far too busy wresting control of himself back, forcing the Doctor's mind back into unconciousness. A single Doctor could never hope to stand against his will, after all. And Peylix... Peylix is begining to fade, that ghost going back to where it belongs -- the distant past.

When he finally trusts himself to speak, Omega opens his eyes, his breathing still harsh with the lingering pain -- his will is just enough to keep him from passing out from the mental trauma. He'd dropped the staser on the ground, nearby, but makes no move to reach for it again -- he doesn't even seem to realise that it's there. Rather, he merely watches the Doctor, not quite comprehending what had just happened.]

You damn fool.

[he laughs -- it's faint, broken, and there's little humour in it, but he laughs, between gasps of pain as he clutches at his chest, struggling to stay alive] That's me, yep. Completely daft.

...you're not regenerating. [It's a simple statement of fact, and Omega's tone is devoid of emotion. He's just watching, now -- it's all he can do.]

Can't. Not working. [the pain, the confusion, the fear on his face is evident -- his expression more than makes up for Omega's lack of emotion. he only has enough energy for a few more words though, and they slip out in a whisper] Least you're alright... [and then he's gone, limp and lifeless on the starry floor of the Plane]

((OOC: Yup, Nine's gone and gotten himself killed. His body will stick around until people's backs are turned and no one's paying attention, and then it will mysteriously dissappear~. Feel free to have your character react appropriately, but if things start to look really bad for Omega (if he thinks he's about to be killed, basically), he's likely to drop off the Plane. He's a practical chap, after all.))

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[stares, speechless for a moment, then runs over, heedless of Omega's presence] Doctor! Doctor! [kneels beside him, moving to shake him if Omega will let him]

Edited 2010-02-15 05:28 (UTC)

[Omega doesn't make a move to stop him, merely watching with a carefully blank expression.]

He's dead.

Doctor!

[hey look, another companion! Donna runs over, having heard the blast and is horrified] Oh my god, Doctor... [she very briefly wonders when that regeneration thing is supposed to kick in, but that doesn't stop her temper from flaring and turning her attentions to Omega]

[and yes, she's completely ignoring the staser] You! What the hell did you do that for?!

[pauses, still clutching the Doctor's arm with one of his hands, and turns to Omega in disbelief] He can't be. He's a Time Lord! You should know that!

He intruded where he had no business being. He should have known better.

Of course I know that, boy. Nevertheless, he is dead. He either deliberately held back his regeneration, or it does not take place on the Plane.

But you--[she stops, gulping, unable to say it because if she says it, it'll be real.] There had to be another way!

[she kneels down and tries checking for his heartsbeat just in case but that blast... but she doesn't feel anything]

[turns back to him, speechless. is this really the same man he spoke to before? and more important than that...] But...but he can't be! He's the Doctor!

[eyes this other man, growing suspicious now at his apparent lack of emotion] Tell me what happened. There has to be a way to fix it!

[it occurs to Omega that this might be a good time to try and stand up]

Of course there could have been another way; he could have kept his blasted mind to himself.

[there's a bit of life in him now, a bit of anger] Yes, he is the Doctor. The Doctor, who had the temerity to attempt to invade my mind against my will as I was coming off of an experiment.

[stares at him, uncomprehending] What? What do you mean!? [but he can't take his attention off that body for long. turns back to the Doctor, shaking him again, then feeling for a pulse] Doctor! Doctor, come on!

But that's what he does. He pokes his nose where it doesn't belong, and you know why he would do that? [she stands too, glaring at Omega and points a finger at him] Because he was probably trying to help you!

And I instructed him not to! He has only himself to blame for this.

[continues to glare at him] So your answer to someone helping you is to shoot them. Oh yes, that's very civil of you. Can't imagine what you'd do to someone who was actually trying to hurt you!

He is dead, no matter how much you shake him.

[matching her glare] He wasn't helping me -- he did far more damage than what would have occurred if he had actually listened to what I told him.

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And what was that, huh? "Stay back or I'll shoot!"?

It was not to invade my mind.

[she frowns, looking down at the Doctor, then back to Omega] Why would he be going inside your mind?

[she's usually more practical than this, she's seen partners fall and held her ground because that's what you do, but that was then and this is now and she's running towards the Doctor even though she knows it's too late, she knows what a corpse looks like

but still she drops down beside him, checking for pulses, and of course there's nothing beneath her fingers

her voice is rough with rage and grief] You stupid bastard.

[he doesn't run to the Doctor; he's spent too many years fighting a war now, it goes against too much training, too many instincts to turn your back on a killer to tend to the wounded

even less to the dead, and he can't stop himself staring at the Doctor's still form, pleading silently for the rise and fall that never comes, even as he slips his wand from the holster

when he faces Omega, he's a grieving soldier, barely able to ignore the call for vengeance]

What have you done? [his voice is low, quiet, but it trembles with the ferocity of the accusation]

[he doesn't run to the Doctor; he knows it would be useless now, and he never does anything useless

instead, he turns a cool glare on Omega]

Satisfied? [the word is sharp and clipped, disdainful; for now, the fury merely simmers beneath the surface]

Believe it or not, Doctor, it was not my intention to kill him.

[Omega doesn't look up at Remus -- he doesn't really care that the Doctor's pets are there. no, he is still watching the Doctor, although it's hard to whether he's watching out of shock, or the looking for a sign of a delayed regeneration.]

What I had to.

[walks closer, sparing a solemn glance for his fallen future]

And yet. [shakes his head] I expect better from you, Omega.

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