House-calling the Doctor?

[shut_up_wesley]

Who: Wesley Crusher, The Doctor, Dairine Callahan
What: Wes and Dairine pay the good Doctor a visit.
Where: The Airfeild/ TARDIS
When: July 2st, 2009 |
Rating: PG/ PG-13?

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The Doctor wasn't in the console room when his visitors came to call, but the TARDIS let him know something was lurking about. He navigated the corridors to the front door, throwing it open about two minutes after they knocked.

For a few moments, he looked completely baffled before the light switched on.

"Oh! Right! Thursday! You must be Wesley, come in come in." His eyes flickered to Dairine.

"No touching, and your manual needs to ask permission before trying to interface with my TARDIS again," he warned, stepping back to let them inside.

[shut_up_wesley]

"Oh, thanks," Wes stepped in, surprised at the design of the interior but not the size. It was simple pocket dimension mechanics at work. He frowned a little at 'no touching' because the control room of the ship was fascinating.

"This ship is capable of hyper-dimensionality." Wesley said off the bat, recognizing, at the very least, a configuration of controls off to the side of the main console.

[redfive_exe]

Dairine had assured him it was the blue box. Yes, it's a ship. Yes, it actually flies in space. No, it's not made of real wood. She had complete faith in the Doctor -- in both of them, actually. That didn't mean she wasn't worried that her two newest friends would be at each others throats.

The Doctor's warnings were met with an eyroll, grumbling under her breath something like "It's not like he's going to tell me he's interfacing..." Otherwise, she stood back, hands in her pockets, watching Wesley as he was about as impressed as she'd been the first time she'd set foot in the TARDIS.

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"Of course, it's a TARDIS," the Doctor replied, looking oddly at Wesley. "Time And Relative Dimension in Space, it's in the name. Hang on," he said, pulling his glasses from his pocket and putting them on. He stepped forward, tapping the insignia on Wesley's chest. "Starfleet? Really?"

He scowled at Dairine. "Why didn't you tell me he was with Starfleet! And you," he said, turning back to Wesley, "What are you doing here? Where's the rest of your crew?"

[redfive_exe]

She shrugged at attempted casualness and stuck her hands in her pockets. "I guess."

A Time War. Something spanning across thousands of years and millions of galaxies and star systems, and Dairine had never heard of it. What she'd gleaned from Spot, watching as he downloaded the information. The Doctor had been on the front lines, and what better account of a battle could she find than one of a soldier? Her hands moved again, twisting against one another as if afraid of ever being still.

She knew she had to take responsibility for her actions, she knew. It was part of being a wizard, that every action had an equal reaction, and actions of Dairine's usually had consequences. She knew this, but it made it no easier for her to accept.

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"That's not an answer," the Doctor returned, frowning. "You were digging up information about me in a way I had strictly forbidden you to do."

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, looking around the TARDIS. "You are not, under any circumstance, to interface with my TARDIS. If you do it again, if you even attempt to do it again, you won't be invited back. Ever. Do we understand one another?"

The Doctor liked Dair, liked her fire and her attitude, but she had gone too far and he was pretty certain that she knew it.

[redfive_exe]

"Yeah, well, forbidden and I never got along well." Dairine glared at her shoes. Yeah, she knew she'd messed up. Badly. It was time to swallow her pride and play the big girl. Just because Nita wasn't here, didn't give her the right to act this way.

"I promise." She lifted her eyes, calmly meeting his. A moment of shifting and concentration, Dairine added in the Speech, "I promise. In the name of the Powers that Be and the One." Now she couldn't break the promise without risking serious repercussions. You didn't just say something in the Speech if you didn't mean it.

Raising a hand, she almost grinned. "Scout's honor?"

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The Doctor was startled when she made a vow using the Speech. That had been wholly unexpected, but it at least made him confident that he could trust her not to do it again.

"Good enough," he nodded, the matter settled.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking toward the door. "I'm guessing that Spot now has information about the Gates of Elysium, and the battle that raged there. I'll leave it up to you whether you want to give him the details or not," he said, nodding toward the door. "Is Wesley alright?"