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[The Doctor is not, surprisingly, brooding in the bar. In fact, he's not even brooding! He actually appears to be genuinely happy, in a "beaming away like Father Christmas" sort of way...and he's humming. A bit off-key, yes, but it's distinctly "Luck Be A Lady."

There are a few bits of TARDIS machinery piled up nearby -- the Doctor is actually taking Omega's advice, and repairing them. Of course, he's doing all this in the middle of the library, utterly oblivious to the fact that he might be disturbing someone's peace and quiet.]

((ooc: Nine has been bumped to a bit after the end of the Doctor Dances, fyi! Slow tags may be slow 'cause of work, but. :|))

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[he straightens, the familiar grim determination settling on his features] What is it?

I need you to help Diva. [he's trying to keep his voice calm, but a hint of darkness and anger is still there if Remus pays attention]

I need you to help her control herself, 'cause if she doesn't get help, she'll lose control again. I can't let that happen, but I don't want her in the hands of blokes like Crane.

[just gazes at him for a moment, silent and steady]

What did she do?

It was a long time ago, but I didn't know until the Master told me. I didn't want to believe him, but she admitted it herself when I asked. [flatly] I hit her. I hit her, Remus, and I nearly...but I've got to give her a chance. [and of course, none of this actually answers the question]

[he tenses, and the conflict is plan on his face; one the one hand, no one hurts Diva, and on the other, he knows the Doctor wouldn't harm anyone without good reason, and

Remus takes a deep breath, quickly shakes his head, makes himself think instead of feel] She obviously didn't reciprocate. That's something.

[nods, then quietly] She's had this...feud, with my TARDIS. I knew they didn't get along, and that bit didn't surprise me. But I didn't know the specifics.

[a long pause]

Diva raped her.

[Remus falls back into his chair like his strings have been cut, and simply stares

finally, quietly] I didn't - she's never said - was she in her right mind?

[The Doctor nods again, and he wants to cry, but he hasn't let himself yet]

She was singing, and my TARDIS hit her. She was singing the song that was playing when my Seventh self died...the TARDIS didn't want to explain her actions, and the fight escalated...Diva lost control. And that's why you've got to help her. [glances up at Remus] Please.

[after a moment, he shakes his head - at himself, not the Doctor] It's not - not so much worse than killing, they're both horrible acts and she doesn't understand why, not really. Not completely. Nothing is - nothing is different.

[another breath, and then, steady and determined] I won't - try to force her into anything, Doctor, I think that would hurt more than help. But I'll try.

I know she doesn't understand, but she's got to. I can't...the TARDIS...if ever I lost her, Remus, it'd be like having a heart ripped out. And even if she comes back on the Plane, I don't want her going through this.

[have a half-smile, Remus] But thank you. Trying's all I ask...I know you care for Diva, and that's why I picked you.

[earnest nod] I understand. Well, not - completely, obviously, but... I know if one of the Marauders died a piece of me would, too.

[moving right along] She wants to try, I know that. I think that's thanks to Sam, mostly.

...I wish I could thank him.

[confused] Marauders?

[but then he nods] I know. That's why I gave her this chance...I think there's hope for her. [pauses] She did mention Sam. She doesn't want to risk getting that close to someone else, but she's got to get close to someone for them to help her. So be careful with that bit.

[ducks his head, a bit] That's - what my friends and I called ourselves, in school. ...I know I've mentioned James, and Sirius - and then there's Peter. [he sounds both fond and wistful, now]

[realises he's getting sidetracked, clears his throat] I know. That's one reason - I don't want to come on too strongly. But I think she knows - our worlds have merged, a bit, and she's always welcome.

[sincerely] You've got very lucky friends, Remus.

Good. And it's brilliant that your worlds have merged, it'll make it a bit easier.

[faint flush] I. Er. Always thought it was the other way round.

It...might make getting blood easier, too, that should help.

[grins knowingly] I'm not surprised. But it works both ways, I think. Least, I consider myself lucky to have you around. [winks]

[curiously] How d'you mean?

[fluuuuush Niiiine] Thank you. I - feel the same.

My world doesn't entirely accept vampires, but they're known. And not starving can do wonders for a person's attitude. [speaks with experience, yes]

[now it's Nine's turn to be embarrassed] Er. You do? I mean -- I'm glad.

[nods] We had vampires in my universe a long time ago, but they were a different sort. Dunno if I've mentioned them.

Of course I do.

[shakes his head] Not yet. How different?

[smiles, before launching to story time] There was a race called the Great Vampires, a long time ago. They were massive creatures, and one of them could drain a whole planet dry if they wanted to. They fought a war with the Time Lords, but the Time Lords won that one, fighting them off with bowships to pierce their hearts.

Now we've all essentially got an internal directive to kill any vampire we might find, thanks to a certain Founder. [bitter? yes.] It's an urge I've been fighting on the Plane.

[his eyes widen when he listens, and then

he smiles, in clear admiration] You've done it remarkably well, then.

[sounding a bit guilty] I nearly caved when she told me what she did to the TARDIS. But I've got to give everyone a chance.

[quietly, his eyes dimming] I can understand that impulse.

[frowns, then gently] How d'you mean? 'Cause of the wolf?

[softly, glancing down at his hands] Because of the war.