vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

"Don’t worry, I’m not gonna drop you. I have to do tech with the Bellas sometimes, so I carry a lot of heavy shit." She laughed softly, starting down the indicated hallway. "We’re family, I’m not gonna let you suffer."

He smiled up at her - he could see bits and pieces of his grandson in Kate, just from the way she spoke. It reassured him about how Sebastian was doing, both now and in the future, especially with what he was going through at the moment. They reached the medbay in due time, a clean white room with a few neatly arranged hospital beds and tables inside. The nearest bed was unkempt and messy, though not dirty, the table next to it askew and stacked with rolls of bandages, open packets of gauze, and a jumble of metal tools. He coughed lightly, looking sheepish. “Er. Well, I suppose you can tell which one I’m usually in.”

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WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT

ten’s blog turns two this week

yay!

alright so

i’m technically done with the play but

ten’s muse is being extremely fickle as usual

i’ll reply to whatever i can, but probably won’t be doing a lot of starters for now

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vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

She frowned at the state he was in, sighing. “You can’t walk. Here- hold up.” Kate maneuvered herself so she could pick him up, balancing him quickly. “There. That way you don’t strain yourself. Which way, again?”

"Kate, hold on a sec-" He protested loudly when she picked him up, reluctantly pointing down a nearby hallway after a moment. Some part of him distantly wondered how much weight he’d lost from the events of the past few months for her to be able to carry him quite that easily. "…Thank you." 

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vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

"No, like…. it’s just hard to put my finger on, alright? Give me half a sec." She took in the TARDIS thoughtfully, shaking her head. "Nope. Nothing. Not a word I can come up with." Kate beamed at him- this was her, what, fourth time meeting her great great grandfather? It was bizarre. "Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse. Now, let’s get you to the infirmary so I can take a look at everything." She moved to help support him, remaining cheerful. 

"That’s the usual reaction." The Doctor chuckled, wincing as the side of his face stung from the action. "…Alright." Reluctantly at first, he looped an arm around her shoulders, unable to hold back a groan of pain as he was painfully reminded that he’d been running quite fast with his bad leg a few hours before, his injured leg going from numb to white hot shooting pains once he lifted his weight from it. He almost doubled over again, good leg shaking violently as he strained to keep himself upright.

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vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

Kate glanced down at the vortex manipulator, noting the coordinates that just popped up. “Awesome. See you in a jiffy.” She shut down the video feed and retyped the coordinates properly, soon reappearing inside the TARDIS. “Oh.” Her eyes lit up as she looked around. “This is what she looks like now. So much more…. bright in the future.” She spotted the Doctor and hustled over to him quickly, sighing. “Hi.”

"Trust me, she’s usually much brighter than this. It’s been a bad couple of months for us." The Doctor approached her slowly, with a slight limp in one leg and one hand bracing against the console to keep himself upright. "Hello, Kate." He responded, giving what he hoped was a reassuring smile to make up for his current injuries. "Sorry for any leftover smoke-" He turned to the side as another cough interrupted him halfway, "-whatever was in it is causing this cough…although I don’t think it’s too potent, I did breathe in quite a lot of it.”

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vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

"Idiot. You don’t need to stop, I stole- borrowed Granddad’s vortex manipulator. Plane tickets home from Barden aren’t cheap!" Kate pouted at the image. "Send me your coordinates and I will come and help you, alright? Keep arguing and I will tear a goddamn hole in the time space continuum. Trust me. Grandma Di taught me how to in case I ever needed to argue with you."

"I can’t put them in danger, I wo-" At the mention of Diana, his speech came to a halting stop. The Doctor bit his lip, closing his eyes and releasing a sigh, turning away from the screen. "Diana," He muttered into the empty air, as if his daughter would hear him, voice barely audible, "a few minutes. For family. That’s all I ask." He stayed there for a minute or two before turning back, tapping at a keyboard on the console. "Alright. The coordinates I sent you will only work for an hour or so. After that, all it’ll lead to is empty space." He gave a gentle smile, just briefly, something else besides fear flashing through his brown eyes for the first time in months. "I’m glad that I get to see you in person."

vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

"Yeah. Your only great great granddaughter. Actually, your only great great grandchild. Sorry. Aunt Donna was always so into SHIELD, never happened." She winced slightly at the cough. "That sounded painful."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Listen, you are not okay. Please, maybe I can help. I can’t watch you like this.”

"It’s not-" He was interrupted by a third fit of coughing, to the point that he doubled over beside the console and had to remain there for a few minutes to regain his breath. "It’s not that bad. I’m always okay." He said, shaking his head in response to her. "I can’t stop. Not right now. I’ll be putting your grandparents and your aunt in danger if I do."

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vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

vicisparumluscinia:

farewelltheten:

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"

Kate’s frown deepened immediately at the sight of her great great grandfather in so much pain. “Oh my god, are you okay? Wait, no that’s a dumb question, you’re obvious not okay. It’s, um, it’s Kate. David’s daughter?” For a second she paused, staring at the image worriedly. 

"Listen, where are you? You really look like you need help."

The Doctor coughed again despite the lack of smoke, not as violently this time, but now he could taste iron in the back of his throat and his vision briefly flashed red as he did. “David’s…daughter?” He repeated somewhat slowly, injuries dulling his comprehension. “So…my great great granddaughter, then.”

"I’m in the TARDIS orbiting Earth for now. I’m leaving soon." He swayed dangerously and gripped the edge of the console to keep himself upright, shaking his head briefly to keep it clear. "I’m fine… This is happening often recently. I can take care of myself."

vicisparumluscinia asked: She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"

The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.

"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.

"Who…who is this?"