Hello hello hello!
I exist again! And I am terribly sorry for leaving you all hanging for so very very long. Life was exceedingly hectic, and on top of everything else there was senior year and college searching (and Star Trek). Now I've gotten that mostly sorted out I've been coming back to DocTAR, and it's very nice to be back. I've missed you.
During my obscenely long hiatus, 10Blue10, MissyBailey, and Nacanaca reviewed, Read-the-Future, Nathair Bhinse, Lucillia and XxNeonShadowsxX followed the story, LittleEnglishLass, inspibrain101, and nin10dogamer favorited it, and Little-miss-laughs-alot and Eiji Nagato both followed AND favorited. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! It really means so much to me that people are reading this, and it definitely helped me get back into the swing of things!
That said, I'm still WAY behind on watching Doctor Who, so don't expect anything referencing episodes past the 6th series just yet. I REALLY need to get on this!
Today's story, however, references the 6th series! Let's Kill Hitler, to be precise, and it takes place in the middle of the episode. Yay! I hope you enjoy it; if you're further behind than me and don't want spoilers, I WILL be posting another one soon that doesn't have spoilers.
Vworp on!
~Octy
Open your eyes, the world needs you awake (Encompassing 11!)
The TARDIS watched her thief as he slumped on her floor. Her medical scans worried her; he seemed very very close to not regenerating at all. She nudged at his mind, but it was so occupied with trying to stay alive- he was consciously regulating his hearts now- that he barely registered her presence.
"Fish fingers and custard," he muttered, as he tried to haul himself along the ground. "Fish fingers and custard."
He had been a fool to ask the voice interface for comfort- the TARDIS could give him that but not through a computer program. It had taken so much tampering to get it to show little Amelia Pond, a figment of his memory, when she had never actually been inside the ship to be scanned for holographic images. And he had wanted more? She supposed she should accept this- he did seem to be dying after all. But her Thief would not die here! His past ensured that, and the OnlyWaterInTheForest Time Child's future existence proved that as well. If he died here, he would create multiple paradoxes, and surely Time would not put up with that.
She nudged his mind again, nestling her consciousness next to his just so that he would know he was not alone. She sensed a thought-
Thief that is absurd
She replied crossly. Here he was consciously regulating his heartbeats and that was what he spared the time to think of?
"Fish Fingers and- custard and fish-" he started muttering, his mantra matching the quadruple heartbeats he was trying to keep in synch. "fingers and cus- tard and fish fing- Oh it doesn't work!" He exclaimed.
This seemed to take all the energy out of his crawling for the door, and he flopped face-first on the control room floor.
Thief
He didn't respond. His heartbeats started losing their careful rhythm and following a new syncopated pattern. The TARDIS nearly panicked, and tried to show him the glistening string of Time that said he can't die, he won't die, but it was becoming painfully obvious that a series of paradoxes were fast approaching.
"You will be fine in seventeen minutes." The TARDIS activated the Amelia Pond voice interface for just a few seconds, cutting it off before it could finish its all-to-accurate analysis.
"Not fine," the Doctor slurred. "Not fine."
Open your eyes, thief
The world needs you awake
Time needs you awake
I need you awake
Look thief
Open your eyes
The Doctor finally cracked an eye open, and his face split into a wide grin. "Sexy, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
The one utterly ridiculous, unhelpful, absurd thing the Doctor had wished for as he crawled along the floor stood in front of him. A tuxedo. Why on Earth he wanted a tuxedo when he didn't have the strength to put it on was an impossible mystery. He might have been delirious, but one could never be quite sure.
He looked up at her with a pleading expression, and the TARDIS groaned as she very, very carefully dematerialized the clothes he was wearing and replaced them with the new suit from the wardrobe.
The Doctor tugged at his bowtie, very pleased with the ensemble. Especially the crystal tipped cane that he used to heave himself to his feet. From there he wavered and spun and staggered, and miraculously managed to stay upright.
"Right then, Sexy," he said. "In seventeen minutes I'm fine. Fish fingers and custard. Geronimo!" And he forced himself out the doors the TARDIS had propped open for him.