You look up and there he is, jacket gone so down to his shirt, which your automatic checks notes, doesn't have any obvious blood stains.
"Doctor!"
"Fitz!"
You crash together in a tangle of limbs, the Doctor slightly more enthusiastic than usual - only slightly, Anji would remark, but she's annoyed from having fallen over. There's some noise in the background but you're not really paying attention. "Fitz Fitz Fitz... I thought..."
"It turns out they do know how to put on a party," you say, so he doesn't have to say it. You're no stranger to danger since you met the Doctor. It's clear enough to you that it goes with the territory. You have big adventures, you accept the downside that you're gonna get hurt now and then, in all senses of the word. No pain, no gain. You want a rich and fulfilling life, you get it full of all sorts of shit.
You think the alternative is far worse. Locked into a pattern of life that would age you just as quickly as running around the universe losing your head every now and then. You cam to the conclusion long agao that, given the choice, you'd rather get old dying than get old dead.
You don't say that sort of thing to the Doctor, though. Instead, you can tell when he thought you'd died, and you can serve as proof that it's not true. Hell, you sure want to hold on when it looks like he's died - the countless times it happens.
"I told you they could," he says, keeping on arm around you. You don't mind. You start heading towards the cafe where Anji should be waiting for you.
"Just amazing parties at any time, I remember you saying. For Thursdays, when the moon's a particular shade of blue, when the authoritarian cyborg-queen and her rat minions have been overthrown with quite a lot of effort that including dragging you across a whole mountain range."
"I heard it was a hill."
"I heard that I was the one carrying you."
He laughs, buoyant and mildly mad sounding as always. The second moon is starting to rise, and you were promised free drinks. The streets are full of joy, and there won't be too many funerals tomorrow to pop the bubble. The Doctor's pointing things out enthusiastically, even if he hasn't started dragging you to any particular stall, and it's worth any amount of storms.
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Date: 2023-04-22 03:17 am (UTC)"Doctor!"
"Fitz!"
You crash together in a tangle of limbs, the Doctor slightly more enthusiastic than usual - only slightly, Anji would remark, but she's annoyed from having fallen over. There's some noise in the background but you're not really paying attention. "Fitz Fitz Fitz... I thought..."
"It turns out they do know how to put on a party," you say, so he doesn't have to say it. You're no stranger to danger since you met the Doctor. It's clear enough to you that it goes with the territory. You have big adventures, you accept the downside that you're gonna get hurt now and then, in all senses of the word. No pain, no gain. You want a rich and fulfilling life, you get it full of all sorts of shit.
You think the alternative is far worse. Locked into a pattern of life that would age you just as quickly as running around the universe losing your head every now and then. You cam to the conclusion long agao that, given the choice, you'd rather get old dying than get old dead.
You don't say that sort of thing to the Doctor, though. Instead, you can tell when he thought you'd died, and you can serve as proof that it's not true. Hell, you sure want to hold on when it looks like he's died - the countless times it happens.
"I told you they could," he says, keeping on arm around you. You don't mind. You start heading towards the cafe where Anji should be waiting for you.
"Just amazing parties at any time, I remember you saying. For Thursdays, when the moon's a particular shade of blue, when the authoritarian cyborg-queen and her rat minions have been overthrown with quite a lot of effort that including dragging you across a whole mountain range."
"I heard it was a hill."
"I heard that I was the one carrying you."
He laughs, buoyant and mildly mad sounding as always. The second moon is starting to rise, and you were promised free drinks. The streets are full of joy, and there won't be too many funerals tomorrow to pop the bubble. The Doctor's pointing things out enthusiastically, even if he hasn't started dragging you to any particular stall, and it's worth any amount of storms.