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Post by The Doctor on Feb 10, 2011 0:41:06 GMT -5
Standing before the TARDIS console the Doctor ran his hands over the controls musing where he should take the newly weds next. It was a hard task keeping Mr and Mrs. Pond occupied because Amy was a handful. The Doctor knew this the moment he laid eyes on her back when he crash landed his burning TARDIS in her backyard fourteen Earth years ago. It was hard for the Time Lord to wrap his head around the simple concept that he had made Amelia wait for fourteen years for her raggedy Doctor to come out. The Doctor was real, he wasn't imaginary, he was real alright.
Without much thought he brushed a lock of his hair from his face and pressed in some coordinates knowing it would take them to Earth sometime, somewhen, somewhere-- but Earth never the less as he wanted to be surprised himself. The Doctor hated being bored and boredom was just as horrible as Sundays. He hated Sundays very much and had told Donna Nobel this fact on one occasion. Too bad she could never remember him or the occasion.
The TARDIS hummed gently as the Doctor danced around the console pane, Amy glaring at him with big eyes wondering what he was up to. He offered her a light smile hoping that would ease her curiosity. After all it was her honeymoon.
Moments later the Doctor had managed a clean landing and was striating his navy bow tie before beckoning his companions out the door.
"Come along Ponds. Come along."
The ocean air welcomed them. "Well it isn't Brighton," he mused to himself wandering off letting the two lovebirds get lost. The Doctor always wanted to go to beach week, he tried twice but never had seemed to make it on time.
"Well, where are we Doctor?"
He licked his finger holding it up in the air. "Ah, um, twenty-first century Canada. Peggy's Cove, judging by the lighthouse."
"Isn't that in Nova Scotia?"
"Yeah that's the one."
He pressed his finger to his lips in thought wondering how Rory knew that. Usually his companions were dumb and blond-- well not dumb really -- they seemed dumb but were really clever. He always picked the best. |
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Post by Elita on Feb 10, 2011 1:10:37 GMT -5
Elita was out wondering the beautiful countryside of Nova Scotia. Her watch hung around her neck ever so present. Her mother had told her to get out and take a look around, and she did. She loved to travel to different places, and Canada was of course a different place than England. The air smelled different, and yet she still felt like she was home. Her mother had surprised her with this vacation a few weeks ago. She had thought that the young girl needed a break from their home, and decided upon the beautiful scenery of Nova Scotia.
The young innocent ten year old skipped along the trail that followed the ocean shore. The waves lapping at the land were not lost on her ears, and of course it was the first time she had ever remember seeing an ocean. She cocked her head to the side as she heard something that wasn’t a part of nature reach her ears. She turned just in time to see a blue police box appear out of nowhere, and she suddenly began to look around for a hiding place. She found a rock large enough to hide behind as she didn’t know what was coming out of that very strange box.
It wasn’t long before Elita heard voices, two male and one female, come from the same direction. The way they were speaking seemed weird, as they were talking about time as if it were a location. Curiosity got the better of her and she poked her head out to peer at the three adults. Her fob watch hung loosely around her neck, and wondered what was going on. Then out of the blue, her eyes moved back toward the blue box and wondered what it was exactly. She swallowed her fear and mistrust as she told herself that she had to get over the fact that the creature was not coming back… At least she had hoped it wasn’t coming back.
She slowly approached the trio, fingering her watch out of pure habit, and wondering if the three of them could be trusted. “Can I help with any… OW!” She tried to ask if she could help them find anything, and then shouted in pain as her watch suddenly grew hot.
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 10, 2011 1:30:02 GMT -5
"Doctor, there's a little girl down there, isn't it dangerous?"
He wasn't paying full attention, his mind was elsewhere, his thoughts were lost deep within his head. He cocked his head to the side as Amy spoke, and bit his lip considering her. The words hit him like the waves upon the pink sandstone. Without thinking, without a word, he began running down to the edge of the rocks, hopping over the large gaps between them with a slight stumble in his step. All he could think about was the girl who was had not seen the BEWARE DO NOT GET TO CLOSE TO THE WATER signs or the DO NOT GO ON THE DARK ROCKS AS THEY COULD BE SLIPPERY ones, and found himself disobeying common sense in the sake of a younger life. That's what the Doctor seemed to do best, put his life on the line for a planet, a person's, anyone but his own. It simply was what he did, make the universe better, fix it, and clean it up. He was the galactic janitor.
"Ello there you OK? You shouldn't get too close on the rocks, there are signs, not that I'm expecting you to read or speak English--- do you read and speak English?" He wondered as a side note. It didn't matter, as he could read and speak English along with five billion other languages. He helped her up to higher ground, to a safer rock where they could sit and be safe.
"I'm the Doctor by the way, up there are my friends, Amelia and Rory, they just got married took them here for a holiday, you here for a holiday ---" he was cut off as she seemed to have burnt (?) her hand. "Let me take a look at that," his eyes automatically went to the watch. He froze in his spot, eyes widening as it couldn't be possible yet here she was. He was not alone, she was like him. But how? The question dug though his mind like a thorn. |
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Post by Elita on Feb 10, 2011 2:00:18 GMT -5
As Elita attempted to make her way over toward the three of them, she hadn’t noticed that she was walking on the rocky edge of the cliff that over looked the shore of the ocean. The as she looked up, she saw the skinny bloke that seemed a bit eccentric to her running toward her. She had seen the signs, and thought she had obeyed them. Perhaps she managed to get herself in this situation when she ran from the appearing out of nowhere police box. She sighed as she always seems to get herself into these situations, and stood perfectly still as the danger seemed to grip her and bring her to her senses.
”Ello there you OK? You shouldn’t get too close on the rocks, there are signs, not that I’m expecting you to read or speak English--- do you read and speak English?”
She cocked her head to the side as she heard his questions of her language. Of course she could read and speak English. Did he not hear her statement a moment ago? She mentally shook her head to push that thought aside, and allowed him to help her up off the low laying rocks to safer ground. Once she was off of the potentially slippery rocks, she allowed herself to fall to the soft ground and just sit there.
”I’m the Doctor by the way, up there are my friends, Amelia and Rory, they just got married took them here for a holiday, you here for a holiday --- Let me take a look at that,”
Elita heard his unasked question and she nodded her head. ”Yes. Mum thought it would be good for me to see the scenery…” She answered him and allowed him to look at her hand. However, him looking at her watch was not lost on her. She wondered what was so special about that old thing, and she suddenly was a bit nervous. ”Is something wrong, Doctor?” She asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to that question or not.
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 10, 2011 13:32:16 GMT -5
Yes, how utterly stupid of me. She was just speaking in English-- or was the TARDIS getting in my head again. He smiled to himself grinning at the thought of it. He usually could do it himself though, English was his third learned language. It was rather simple compared to Gallifryain or Judoonain for that matter, with Judoon it was all about the accent of the words much like Chinese.
"Yes, what what I thinking, of course you do. I'm sorry I'm switching up my provinces, that would be New Brunswick and Quebec that do French." Pew that was a close one, good cover up; that. His eyes wandered to the crashing waves upon the rocks, he thought of the classical Disney moment with Ariel upon the rocks, if Rose was here he might have started quoting. Rose always knew how to bring out his silly side. So did Pond but she was married now. It was for the best that way. He was supposed to be alone, the lonely angle.
The scenery, what a marvelous idea. It was pretty, the Doctor would give it that, but nothing in the universe could beat the setting suns on the Gallifryain plains. Oh how he missed Gallifrey, the burnt orange sky and crimson grass with the silver leaved trees that shimmered like the snow topped mountains. For a moment he closed his eyes and pictured his homeland, a world where he could never return. It was gone now, and it was all his fault. He had moved away from that now. He liked to dote on the present. "You should have your mum take you to Prince Edward Island. They have the most spectacular beaches and sandbars. Have you ever waded out to a sandbar. They have a beach where you can wander out for ages and the water will never get past your knees."
Something was wrong, that watch for one. It wasn't supposed to be here, nor was the girl. He shook his head to the side and offered her a weak grin. "Of course not. It's just that I had a watch like that once. You can open it, it's not really broken." [/b] |
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Post by Elita on Feb 11, 2011 0:59:57 GMT -5
As Elita waited on his answer, her mind began to wonder on what he was asking her. She wondered why he first thought that she didn’t understand English, and she soon found out why as his explanation came. She cocked her head to one side and something told her that his explanation wasn’t quite right. The man, who calls himself Doctor, seemed rather friendly and for some reason something told her that she could trust him. So she pushed her contractions about him away and back into the back of her mind. She saw him look out at the shoreline as the waves crashed against the rocks, and she started to wonder what he was thinking.
She listened to him tell her about Prince Edward island and wondered if he knew that he was only making it worse for her mum when he added fuel to her desire to visit other places. Her mum most likely would do her best to take her there, but she knew it would be rather difficult for them. She knew that her mum had to take out another loan against their home for them to take this trip. She knew that her mum was right about this trip as well, and that the scenery was doing good for her.
”Of course not. It’s just that I had a watch like that once. You can open it, it’s not really broken.”
Elita looked back up him and took in his weak grin. She clutched the watch to her chest, in a grip that would portray uneasiness. She then looked around them seeing if there was a way out from this man in front of her. Before now, she thought he sounded confident and sure. However it was that last grin he gave her that made her feel uneasy. ”You sure don’t look convincing of it working…” However instead of giving into her instincts, she took the watch into her hands and slowly looked over it as if she was truly noticing it for the first time.
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