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[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon is standing on the Plane with a letter in his hand, his face entirely expressionless. And while that lack of expression may be normal for most Time Lords, it certainly isn't for Damon. Eventually, he speaks;]

There's no sense in brooding. It wasn't as if I didn't expect it...

[but that doesn't make it any more bearable. He sighs, slipping the letter back in his pocket.]

I almost wish Commander Maxil could take his place. He would simply shoot me without hesitation.

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[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Doesn't sound very pleasant.

[Oh, hello, Damon. She hasn't properly run across you on the Plane yet, but the Doctor's trying to make up for lost time in this business of Deathmatches and such.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon frowns slightly, because she feels familiar, but he's never met a female!Doctor before] It isn't, no -- but I don't believe the word is in Commander Maxil's limited vocabulary. ...Do I know you?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, probably. [Slight fingers-wave. 'sup.] I'm the Doctor.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[curiously] Really? You must be from an alternate reality, unless you're a later regeneration. I've never met a female version of you before. Not that it matters, of course.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

An earlier regeneration than any here, or so I'm given to understand.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Commander Maxil?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Seeing the TARDIS' match was one thing, but actually meeting her in person -- there's a hint of a smile there] You ought to remember him. He insisted on treating the Doctor like a criminal, and you were his cell. [his tone is sympathetic, yes]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I remember. I wonder only why you would prefer him here.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

Because then I wouldn't be forced to take my own life; he would do it for me. But I doubt they would switch my opponent anyway, if I requested it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not understand. Why must you die?

[bit_impossible]

[he catches the tail end of that statement and any humour or trace of pleasantness is completely gone]

Ohhh no. No, no, no, why you?! [he runs a hand through his hair hastily before whirling around, pointing an accusatory finger at Damon] And shame on you for wishing that with Maxil! His aim has always been off.

But the point is is this: I'm not going to allow this place to take another friend from me.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Oh Doctor. Seeing you crushes Damon's hearts, and he closes his eyes, handing him the letter.] I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice. I don't know which of you I'll be fighting, but I won't let any of you die. I made a promise to your TARDIS, and I intend to keep it.

[bit_impossible]

[reads it, his frown deepening. he just might have crumpled the letter a bit where he's holding it] You won't be fighting me, that much I do know. [reaches out, gripping Damon's shoulder with one hand] I haven't got a letter. Oliver had one much like this, only the name of his opponent was differ--sorry, did you say something about my TARDIS?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[smiles faintly] Yes, haven't you met her yet? She's beautiful, Doctor. And she even granted me permission to travel with your self, if our universes merge.

[bit_impossible]

Not here, no. [he grins broadly, proudly] Of course she'd be beautiful! She's my ship, after all! But that's brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Saves a lot of trouble, actually.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[when the Doctor appears, he looks grim and determined; his voice is soft, gentle, but very firm]

Damon. I have died before, and I will die again. To do so for a good friend would be well worth it.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[oh, well that answers that question. Just as firmly;] You won't have to, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Not if I have more luck breaching the force field inside than out, no.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[frowns, deciding that perhaps telling the Doctor what he intends to do is not the smartest plan] Do you think you will?

[bonnypiperlad]

[It's certainly an unusual expression for Damon to have, and a bit puzzling as well...at least, until Jamie spots the letter, and comes over to make sure he saw that correctly. Unfortunately, it appears he was correct. This does not make for a happy Jamie.]

Damon? Och, not ye as well.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[he is glad to see Jamie, though, and smiles faintly] Jamie...please don't come to this match.

[bonnypiperlad]

[confused] Why? It's not like I don't know what will happen. And ye should have someone there for ye just in case ye...well, just in case.

[Maybe it's like Oliver's match, though, and Damon would feel more comfortable not having his friends watch.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[sighs] Because I'm supposed to be fighting the Doctor. And I can't.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

You got a letter, didn't you.

[It's not a question, and Narvin's face is impassive.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[nods] I won't be needing your assistance, Coordinator.