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Mar. 12th, 2005 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nitro_is_aceShe's whistling as she strolls down the TARDIS' halls, her hands in her pockets, her pack slung over her back. It's been an interesting week or so, but Ace is ready for a break, and knows if she asks the Doctor for one they're sure to land in some particularly ugly problem. Besides, she's missing her boyfriend.
She slows as she reaches the corridor she's been looking for. Let's see, four doors down from the right... She stops, dumbfounded. Where there was once a door, one quite like every other door in the long hallway, there's only a blank wall. Frowning, she runs her hands over it, looking for a hidden latch, but it is what it appears to be - simply a wall and nothing else. Hot fury like a nitro blast erupts, and she slams her fists against the wall where there is no door.
"You can't do this!" she cries, despite the fact that the TARDIS already has. She rails at the unresponsive ship. Eventually she wears herself out, and the sense of loss she felt momentarily when she first returned to the TARDIS returns full-force. For a few seconds that last forever, all she wants to do for the concievable future is stay curled up against the wall that is not a door, but Aces are made of sterner stuff than that. Glowering at the wall, she adjusts the strap of her pack, and begins checking doors. The TARDIS has moved rooms before. If the doorway is still here, she'll find it.
Somehow.
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Hours later, she ends up in what she has long called 'The Rain Room'. It looks like a very well-decorated victorian parlor in what is probably a massive manor house, and through the windows a well-tended English garden can be seen through a grey mist of rain. It's a quiet room, silent except the steady tick of a grandfather clock and the soft dripping of the rain. It's one of Ace's favorite rooms. She's curled up on a sofa, watching the rain fall, and trying not to think about how she can't find a certain door.
She slows as she reaches the corridor she's been looking for. Let's see, four doors down from the right... She stops, dumbfounded. Where there was once a door, one quite like every other door in the long hallway, there's only a blank wall. Frowning, she runs her hands over it, looking for a hidden latch, but it is what it appears to be - simply a wall and nothing else. Hot fury like a nitro blast erupts, and she slams her fists against the wall where there is no door.
"You can't do this!" she cries, despite the fact that the TARDIS already has. She rails at the unresponsive ship. Eventually she wears herself out, and the sense of loss she felt momentarily when she first returned to the TARDIS returns full-force. For a few seconds that last forever, all she wants to do for the concievable future is stay curled up against the wall that is not a door, but Aces are made of sterner stuff than that. Glowering at the wall, she adjusts the strap of her pack, and begins checking doors. The TARDIS has moved rooms before. If the doorway is still here, she'll find it.
Somehow.
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Hours later, she ends up in what she has long called 'The Rain Room'. It looks like a very well-decorated victorian parlor in what is probably a massive manor house, and through the windows a well-tended English garden can be seen through a grey mist of rain. It's a quiet room, silent except the steady tick of a grandfather clock and the soft dripping of the rain. It's one of Ace's favorite rooms. She's curled up on a sofa, watching the rain fall, and trying not to think about how she can't find a certain door.
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:04 am (UTC)*It's a tiny whisper. The barest beginnings of a voice. It comes...from everywhere and nowhere, echoing around the room queitly... perhaps it is the rain?*
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 03:15 am (UTC)*Is that a flicker of light in the corner? Mayhap a wind of some kind? There is assuredly the smell of alcohol in the air.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:19 am (UTC)"Tim?" Hopeful, but very little faith.
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:22 am (UTC)*Stronger now. Theres a purposeful flickering in front of the window. A human shape.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:30 am (UTC)"Tim? Is... Are..." Tim should be proud. He's rendered Ace almost totally speechless.
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:34 am (UTC)Ace.
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 03:57 am (UTC)Ace.
*He stumbles into her, wraping his arms around her.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:00 am (UTC)"Oh God, Tim..." There are no words, so she just kisses him, feverishly.
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:03 am (UTC)How...long?
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 04:14 am (UTC)Three days is too long.....
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:24 am (UTC)"Tim, what have you done to yourself?" He's too thin, too worn to her eyes. She wonders, suddenly, if something horrible has happened in the bar... maybe those monsters came back...
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:27 am (UTC)This projection is a hard spell, even worse from where i am to where you are. But... i had to make sure you were all right.
*He smiles at her. It's a hard smile.*
I was too worried.
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 04:51 am (UTC)*He's blushing as he says it. He cares about her deeply...probably too deeply.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:55 am (UTC)"I'll find a way back, if I have to open every single door on the bloody TARDIS." She means it, too. She'll do it repeatedly, if necessary.
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:00 am (UTC)*He slumps.*
Sorry. So...how've you been?
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 05:07 am (UTC)*Tim manages a grin. A shaky grin. He doesn't look so stable. sitting down might be good.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:19 am (UTC)"Come on, the couch is comfy." She untangles herself from Tim, a touch reluctantly and tugs on his hand, leading him to the couch she had abandoned earlier.
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:22 am (UTC)Have i told you i love you lately? Cause i do.
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 05:27 am (UTC)*He cuddles close to her, making sure he's got his arms wrapped around hers.*
Don't be mad?
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 05:33 am (UTC)*And he hugs her tightly.*
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:40 am (UTC)"Tim... Tim listen to me. You can't do this. The bar needs good security, and they won't get it if your huddled in the corner feeling sorry for yourself." Perhaps it would be better if she were less blunt, but she's never been very good at eloquence.
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Date: 2005-03-13 06:11 am (UTC)Have you ever known me to huddle? I was in front of the door the entire time.
*Tim grimaces.*
I'm sorry i just...had to know you were okay.
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Date: 2005-03-13 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 08:23 am (UTC)*He shrugs.*
I knew you'd come back if you could... i wanted to make sure nothing really bad had happened. like imprisonment or anything
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:28 pm (UTC)"I'm with the Doctor... why would you think I'd get locked up?" She's trying for an innocent tone here. Give the girl a break.
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Date: 2005-03-13 05:25 pm (UTC)*He hugs her again.*
I...I don't think i'm long for here...
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Date: 2005-03-13 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 09:47 pm (UTC)I think it's registering me here. I love you. Tell the doctor about me.
*He starts fading, his lips brushing hers.*
Hurry back
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Date: 2005-03-13 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 09:56 pm (UTC)*and he is gone, back to this morning.*