[IX] and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat

[godcomplexed]

[Voice]

Well, that's nice. A nice gift. One of many from Mayfield, always look forward to one after a particularly horrible time.

And yes, I'm being sarcastic. Getting my head cut open and then being forced to kiss people, and all I get is the bloody Pandorica? Which is, because you're all curious, the greatest prison ever created that looks sort of like a rather large box and about a year ago I flew it into an exploding TARDIS to reboot the universe and save every living thing. Yes, you're welcome.

By the way, if I did kiss you a few weeks ago, you're very welcome for that too. But not quite as welcome as for saving the universe, which is, rather more impressive. But still, I've been complimented quite often on my kissing. Though, I really wasn't planning on kissing anyone at all so don't expect any repeats.

...And back to the Pandorica. Right. Well, if anyone wants a rather large and ugly stone box, I'll freely give you this one. Fits one person inside. Maybe two if you're small. Also, may or may not have restoring powers. Dunno anymore.

Still, if you can drag it off my lawn, it's yours. Use it for a cage for your more annoying friends or something, I don't care.

[Action at 1338 Benny Road.]

[It's easy, even at night, to notice the large, eight feet tall and eight feet wide, and slightly glowing cube sitting in the front yard.

As one passes by the house, it becomes obvious that one side of the box is opened, two doors sliding outwards to reveal a chair. And in the chair, bathed in a soft blue light that comes from inside the box, is the Doctor.

He's curled up in the chair, knees to his chest, and staring blankly up at the sky, lost in thought. It's odd to see him so quiet and so still, and the with the complete absence of any energy, he barely seems like the same man who made the earlier angry phone call.

Whatever he's thinking about, it certainly has a deep hold on his mind as he doesn't seem to even notice anyone approach.]

Comments

[echidna]

[ She puts her hands on her hips, frowning. ]

Not that late.

What are you doing out here?

[godcomplexed]

Late enough.

[He shifts in the chair, unconsciously making room for her.]

And just thinking. Nothing terribly exciting.

[echidna]

[ She notices, and moves to occupy the newly created space, curling slightly against him. ]

But something sad, right?

[godcomplexed]

[He wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.]

...Yeah, something sad.

[echidna]

[ She nestles into him, curling her arms around his waist. ]

You should tell me what you were thinking about.

[godcomplexed]

Rory and Amy are droned.

For good.

[The words sting as he says them.]

[echidna]

[ She squeezes him tightly at this. She only knew Rory a little, but she had liked him-- and she knew how important they were to him. ]

But that means they're home, right? Home and safe.

[godcomplexed]

...Yeah. Still. I wish they were here.

Terrible of me, isn't it?

[echidna]

No, I don't think so... that happens to everyone here, right?

[ She's seen Dave come and go so many times it hurts just to think about it. ]

[godcomplexed]

...I guess so.

[He sniffs. Because of the cold. Definitely.]

[echidna]

I know you miss them. [ She buries her face against them, feeling guilty for pausing to think of the people she misses. ] I just don't want you to forget that you're not alone- ever.

[godcomplexed]

[A sniffle escapes him and he wipes at his nose with his sleeve. He holds her tightly to his chest.]

Thank you.

[echidna]

[ She lifts her head to look up at him with a small smile. ]

Thank you, too.

[godcomplexed]

[He tries to smile back at her, but all he can manage is a sort of choking sob and moves to wipe at his wet face.]

[echidna]

[ She reaches up to wipe carefully at his cheeks. ]

It's okay if you want to cry. I won't even tell anyone.

[godcomplexed]

I'm 900 years old, I am not going to cry.

[He says with a hiccup as he moves to wipe his nose with one sleeve and his face with the other.]

[echidna]

[ She lifts herself slightly to kiss his cheek. ]

I think if you live to be 900 years old you can do whatever you want.

[godcomplexed]

...I didn't want them to go.

[Okay, this is not working to stop sobbing. Starting to hold his breath now.]

[echidna]

I know.

[ She says it in a whisper, shifting onto her knees to hug him around the neck. ]

It'll be okay.

[godcomplexed]

[Still just holding his breath and trying not to sob. But his nose is running spectacularly.]

[echidna]

[ She quietly 'shh's him, patting his hair softly. ]

Do you want to go inside?

[godcomplexed]

I'm alright.

[Aside from the runny nose, messy hair, and hiccups.]