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( a sob is the first thing that can be heard, rather than spotting her. she always was louder than she was vibrant, but here she is in all her glory, on her knees, acting like a child. soft and quiet, though she remains sobbing. hiccoughing soon follows, sniffles and for a short time, all that can be produced from the girl are the sounds of misery and despair. this is the second time she’s found herself in this strange area, neither one of said two times could she recall really wanting to stay. or, rather, she thought it was — but nothing made sense at the moment, nothing but sobbing seemed to be the right thing to do )

Is someone there…? ( preferably someone she might know? her voice whimpers the words and her palms, finding her eyes, rub the heels against to try and dry the tears that relentlessly fall ) Please, can someone hear me…?

( Victoria is far from being aware of whom she’s trying to talk to. for some reason, she can recall someone from before but can’t see anyone this time. slowly, she inhales a shaky breath, picks herself up from the ground and awkwardly begins to walk )

I remember, from before, there was someone… Please, aren’t you still there? ( another choking sob, as she realizes that she might have just imagined seeing someone. what if she’s imagined this whole situation? it might even be some dream, or rather nightmare, that just feels as though it’s real. but then again, when she had returned home, it hadn’t felt right for some reason. what had that woman’s name been? oh, that’s right )

Meredith? ( another shaky breath ) Meredith… Sault? That was it, wasn’t it? Oh, please… Please, I’m frightened and I— I thought I’d gotten away from all this stuff!

( she proceeds to walk along the Plane, not that she realized that’s what it was called or even began to fathom wherever it was that she might be. the walk was seeming endless, there really didn’t seem as though there was much of a destination for her to find and so realizing that she was extremely lost, and so once more, she falls to her knees in a heap )

Mister Harris! Missus Harris! ( she choked on a sob ) Please, I don’t want to be alone! I don’t understand, what is going on? Where am I…? What happened?

( she whimpers and mutters before burying her head into her hands ) …if I wanted this, I would have stayed on the TARDIS…

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Hey? What was that? [That faint noise coming from outside the kitchen sounds almost like...crying? Jamie's not sure, but there's something about it that draws him outside - although he takes his snack with him, not wanting to waste it. It turns out to be a rather futile gesture, for once he tracks down the source of the crying, the sandwich promptly falls from nerveless fingers onto the starry 'floor' of the Plane.]

V-Victoria?

Edited 2012-04-25 04:15 (UTC)

[Nine of course only hears the mention of the TARDIS. Why would he care that Victoria was scared and alone?]

Oi! Are you complainin' 'bout my ship again?

[But it was said with more fondness than anger.]

Hello, Victoria.

[And yes, he's forgotten about the whole regeneration issue. He always forgets who does and doesn't know.]

( oh sorry, are you talking to her? because she can't hear him over the sound of how ~~awesome~~ loud her sobs are. or at least she's choosing not to register the voice just yet. it takes her a moment to calm herself, she never really was the kind of girl to stay relaxed, especially not in the face of the unknown.

speaking of unknown faces, she lifts her head and looks at him in shock and perhaps fear as he uses her name )

Who... Who are you?

Y'don't remember me?

[He grimaces.]

Well... suppose I wouldn't want to remember me either, considering...

[Well, he killed his whole planet, what's one more life? He'll now take the blame for her father too.]

...The circumstances of how we met...

( brow crinkled in thought, Victoria tries her best to recognize the man, but the face isn't one that she's seen before. perhaps he has her confused with someone else?

scrunching her nose at the mention of how they might have met, she chooses not to question what he means. it might be personal information to whomever he thinks she is )

I... Do apologize. ( even in her fear, ever the politeness ) But, I can't that I've seen you before, sir.

( her hands are now balled into fists on the 'floor' before herself, shoulders jerking with her sobs. damn her curiosity for going into that stupid building! tears were rolling along her cheeks, staining them, but hearing her name causes the sobbing to instantly come to a halt, replaced by a hiccough as she veers her head in the wrong direction from whence it came at first.

but wait, that voice ... )

Jamie ...?

( but that was impossible, he'd left with the Doctor. turning her head to look to her other side this time, her dark eyes widened in shock. there he was, strapping and looking dumfounded — just how she remembered him )

Jamie?!

[A closer examination may reveal Jamie to be a little older, perhaps, than when she stayed behind. It's hard to say - he may very well have the type of face that doesn't seem to age much at all. But the hair is a little different, the outfit slightly changed Well, apart from the kilt. That never seems to be any different, no matter how long it's been.

Victoria, though, looks exactly the same as he last remembers her. In fact, if they were over at the beach, he might very well think he's back where they parted. But the stars mean they're on the Plane - and the Plane's tricked him once about her already.]

No...it cannae be. Ye must be some dream, o-or an experiment. The Plane's gone and done something again. That's what it is.

( he certainly looks a tad bit older than when she recalls parting with him, but, she can only imagine that it have been some time for him. the Doctor never did manage to explain the whole time line things to her, but, she had grasped that things could happen such as that. for all she new, he was from years and years on from when he last saw her.

and yet he still recognized her.

it was with a slight bit of relief that she pushed her hands to the 'ground' and hoisted herself up onto her feet once more, slowly, cautiously moving toward the young man she'd only parted with some few weeks ago back in her own world )

Jamie... ( apparently his name was the only thing her vocals could manage to spit out at the moment

once she was closer, she lifted a hand but hesitated on touching him. what if it was a trick? an illusion in her nightmare? what if she touched him and poof! he vanished? no, no. she couldn't deal with that, with being alone. not here, not now.

dropping her hand to her side, she frowned to him )

Ex, experiment ...!? ( a chill ran along her spine ) Plane, what plane? What are you talking about?

( once more her hands were to her face ) Oh no, this really is a nightmare ...!

Aye, the Plane. That's where we are. [That's a wee bit strange. If she were some hallucination, wouldn't it be easier to make him think she knew about the place already? Or make him think he was somewhere else with her?]

It's short for the Astral Plane. Some people call it the Machine, though. Does any of that sound familiar to ye?

[All the time he's saying this, he's watching her face, and he has to admit, her reactions are very much what he would imagine they would be if she suddenly actually showed up here. A faint frown appears, and he reaches out to pinch her arm. Not hard, but he wants to see if she's real.]

Astral Plane? ( stop speaking Greek, what's wrong with you, Jamie? when he mentions it being called the 'Machine' though, she can feel her eyes lining with tears again )

Th, there was this woman... And she told me her name and, then, welcomed me to the Machine— But— That doesn't mean anything bad, right? ( tell her it doesn't mean anything bad, otherwise, there will be a hefty breakdown in a few seconds and no one really wants to deal with that.

she feels a sharp prick on her arm as he pinches though and out of reflex, her hand jerks and soon makes contact with him for a slap )

Ow! Jamie! What was that for!? ( she rubs at her arm )

I'm afraid tears won't accomplish much, miss.

[Okay so blunt words, but Mu's voice is fairly soft, and this is about the best he can do to comfort someone. He stands in front of Victoria and offers her a hand up.]

Come now. Once you've calmed down, I will answer your questions.

[Jamie doesn't say anything for a moment, stunned into silence by the slap. That felt...real. Absolutely real. He brings his hand up to touch his cheek. It's still tingling a bit, and that, more than anything, makes the situation start to sink in.]

It's ye. It's really ye. You're here.

[...oh god. What must she be thinking? Almost automatically, he reaches to draw her into a hug, but then stops, uncertain. It's been years, and she looks the same, and his mind is tripping over itself trying to even figure out where to start.]

I-I'm sorry, Victoria. It's just...I've not seen ye in so long. And this place...look, come with me, and I'll try to explain.

( her tears never did much accomplish anything, but still she shed them. perhaps it was comfort, sobbing always was a form of release. the words might have been blunt but with a voice so soothing, she can't help herself but to look up to the man and brush her tears away, calming, if only slightly )

... who are you ...?

Now, that is better, I think. My name is Mu, and to answer your earlier question, this is the Astral Plane.

( still rubbing her arm, she lifts her gaze to look at him and is just about to apologize for the stinging that is surely tingling at his cheek from her slap when he lifts his arms but hesitates

for a moment she forgets to be terrified, distracted by his awkwardness )

What's wrong? ( swallowing a lump, her brow wrinkles into a frown and rather than stop herself this time, she grasps at his forearms — perhaps to remind herself that he's real )

So long? But it's only been three weeks, then again, no... You look so much older... ( well maybe not that much older, but it remains fact that the man has certainly aged some ) What is this place? Where is the Doctor?

How...
How did I get here without the TARDIS? I don't understand...

What... Is an Astral Plane? ( that almost sounded like something that the Doctor would say. she frowned )

No, no this isn't right. I should be in London.

The Astral Plane is a meeting point of many different Universes and timelines. It's somewhat confusing at first, I must admit.

London is but a thought away, should you chose. Returning is akin to taking a step, but far easier done than said.

Timelines? The Doctor spoke about... Timelines before, but... ( but she had never really gotten the grasp on the meaning as she might have liked and so, she trails off )

A thought away? What do you mean? How can I take a step to somewhere that... I'm not at?

[He's about to head back towards the kitchen, thinking that it'd be the easiest place to explain things, but her touch stops him - and he makes no move to pull away. There's still a hint of uncertainty as his gaze flicks back and forth from her to the kitchen, then back again. But it fades as he looks down into her eyes.]

It's been five years for me, since I've seen ye last. Maybe a wee bit longer than that. The Doctor's here, too. But he's...different from what ye remember. At least on the Plane.

It's, ah, a wee bit complicated. But this place is what ye might call an inter-dimensional nexus-thing. [The words are said slowly, deliberately, more familiar now then when he'd first heard them, but he can't quite get out of describing them in a way he's more used to.]

Like a...a...meeting place of sorts. People come here from different places, different worlds. Different times.

( briefly, she's winded at the length of time he's been apart from her, at least, in his reality that is )

Five whole years? Five whole ... ( she trails off, deciding to stop herself from being upset at the time they've been apart. and with his comment about how long it had been since he'd seen her, she could assume that in his 'world' he hadn't ever managed a visit or two back to the Harris' )

How do you mean? ( she tilts her head at the mention of the Doctor being... different. he was already different enough, why change even more? ) What do you mean on the Plane? This is it, right? The Machine? All of it, this place... We're stuck here, aren't we?

( stuck among the stars, worst places to be — but not for Victoria )

Inter-dimen— ( and she gives up, just letting him talk. once he's explained to the best of his ability, which is surprisingly a lot better than it was when she had first met the lad and joined him on the TARDIS, she frowns )

But how do I go back?

[Something inside him contracts uncomfortably at the notion that she wants to go back right away. That small, selfish part of him that never wanted her to leave in the first place whispers that he could avoid telling her, at least for now. And they could stay, and visit again for a time...but he knows that's not right. It still has to be her choice, and he can't keep that from her.]

No! No, ye can go back whenever ye want. [Most times, anyway, but he doesn't have the heart to tell her about that. Not just yet.] All ye have to do is think about it. Take a step forward, if it's easier for ye. And you'll be with the Harrises before ye know it.

[He takes a breath - a bit deeper than he means to, originally, and steels himself for what she might do next.] Try it, if ye like.

Edited 2012-04-25 06:27 (UTC)

( she's heard some loony things before, but this is just taking the cake. she frowns, briefly wondering if this strange new place as caused Jamie to end up a bit, well, touched. London, or rather Earth, is no where to be seen — she can't just imagine her bedroom and be within it. that's just silly, preposterous. but she can appreciate his attempt to make her feel as though she can.

still, she sighs )

Jamie, I can't just go back. There's no where to go back to, it's not here. ( with that, she steps back from him, opening her arms to motion around themselves ) No beach, nothing.

( for the moment, her inability to believe she can return does just that: hinders her ability to do so )

[That...is she not even going to try? He winds up blinking at her for a moment, surprised. Then his mouth pulls off to one side, that faint worry that she is going to leave and not come back temporarily overridden by a mild vexation.]

Och. Ye would think after all we've been through, ye would actually believe me when I tell ye something, for once. Fine, then. I'll show ye instead.

[It's never hard to think of the TARDIS, after all, and in the blink of an eye, he vanishes. He's gone just long enough to raid the kitchen there - helps that he's able to think himself there to start with - and comes back with two apples, one of which he offers out to her.]

Hungry?

( exasperation overwhelms her. she's just about to tell him that he's lost his mind from being stuck in some Astral Plane when his figure just up and vanishes. her lips part, shocked, as her eyes dart around the immediate, surrounding area )

Jamie...? ( at first, her voice is so small that she barely recognizes it herself. something in her chest wrenches and Victoria finds her mouth going dry as her mind races, her heart pounds and that irritating familiar panic she thought she had gotten rid of once and for all settles in ) Jamie!

( how could he do that to her? up and leave like that? how did that even happen? her breath hitches as she realizes she's alone.

the feeling only lasts so long when he suddenly reappears. great; it really is a dream and her nightmare is playing games with her mind. it must be. Jamie wouldn't just leave her like that, right? it couldn't be a dream, though, she had touched him and felt warmth on him when she had. he was real. he was real and he left her alone.

Victoria doesn't even bother to register the apple he's holding out to her. without thinking, she pulls her foot back and swings a kick to his shin. she then, again, chokes on a sob only this time it's shortly followed by a wail as she breaks down into tears )

That was cruel!

H-hey! [Ow, that hurt. Much worse than the slap, and he reflexively tries to hop away from it, the apple he was holding out to her rolling out of his fingers in the process and bouncing off into the distance. Rather frustrated himself, he's about to give her a piece of his mind when she dissolves into tears.

All his old emotions boil up to the surface, and without even consciously realizing what he's doing, he closes the space between them. He reaches out, ignoring any potential future damage to his shins, and goes to wrap his arms around her, voice gone quite soft.]

Victoria. Hey, Victoria, it's alright. I'm here. I only wanted to show ye... Look, I'm sorry. Please, don't greet so.

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