realityshifted | (no subject)

[eyes him cautiously, then grunts, lighting a cigarette] Served my year in the national service when I was 18, joined the force when I was 19. Worked my way up through the ranks by having balls and not being afraid to use 'em. Said I was clever, could read people. Got me the DI position under Harry Woolfe. Learned everything I know from him. [aaand have another crazy look, Doctor] Got one or two sitting around, but no one uses 'em. They're useless relics. Ugly things, too.

[d'aww Gene opened up] Sounds like a good story, really. Rising up through the ranks just by your efforts. [pouts a bit, though] Aw, really? I like police boxes. I liked seeing them on streets, gave things a sort of protected feel.

[makes a non-committal noise] Didn't ask for your opinion, now did I? And all those things did was get in the way. Blasted things were too big to see around and took up too much space on the curb. I saw one too many crooks get away by using those ugly things for cover.

Mm, the TARDIS has looked like one forever, so I'm fond of them.

The what?

My, uhm, ship.

The hell kind of name is that for a ship? Sounds like something I'd call a bloke who couldn't read his own name and drooled all the time from hitting his own chest.

[-_-!!] It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

I don't care what it stands for, it's still a retarded name.

And what exactly would you name her?

Something manly, obviously. The Buccaneer, the Flying Dutchman, the Raider, Black Mamba, Winchester or, hell, even the Clint Eastwood. Anything'd be better than calling it the bloody Tardy.

[makes a face] She's not that kind of ship!

A ship's a ship. What's so special about yours?

The time and space bit?

If it were true, maybe.

Why can't it be true?

Because there's no such thing as time travel, you div.

'Course there is. Why can you believe this and not time travel?

Don't know that I believe this, either.

What do you think this is, then?

Don't know. A bad dream, maybe. Got boshed on the head too hard and am in hospital with a concussion. Wouldn't be the first time someone's acted daft from a head shot. You've met Tyler, after all.

So then all of this is some elaborate dream?

Makes more sense than being some sort of...other world, don't it?

Mmm, maybe. It's not really that hard to imagine, though. If there's one planet with life on it and there's billions of other galaxies with trillions of other planets, there could be at least one more.

Sort of like you, right? [gives him a look that clearly indicates he still questions the Doctor's alien-ness]