[mind_the_muse] - Five worst things to say to someone who just got dumped
It isn't so bad, she said -- whispered, hummed, thought, however one might wish to classify her form of communication. The universe is better off with her in another one. I should think E-Space suits her just fine.
He obviously didn't agree because the Doctor spent the next two weeks holed up inside Romana's old room, refusing to speak to his ship, though she constantly tried.
Doctor, she pushed, tugging at his mind. This is utterly ridiculous.
'I'm not coming out,' he replied, sitting on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest, scarf wrapped tightly around his chin.
The TARDIS sighed mentally and began prodding him some more. Staying in there will do you no good.
'Yes, well I didn't ask your opinion, now did I?'
You should. It would make more sense than most of your actions.
He slapped his hand down on the floor. 'Now you listen here!' he cried, reprimanding her; his ship pouted. 'I don't want to hear another word, are we clear? Not one word! You've said more than enough all ready.'
Very well, she replied, huffy, and did as he said, thinking him childish and rude. There was no reason for this, none at all. She rather suspected he was pouting more because he was put out with her (completely valid and truthful) opinion than because he honestly missed the annoying Time Lady and nothing was going to change that.
---
It's so quiet, she all but purred, engines thrumming happily. Do you remember quiet? I should think I'd have forgotten, what with Miss Brown's constant talking.
The Doctor gave her a look, punching in the coordinates of their next destination a little harder than perhaps he should. 'That, my dear, was uncalled for,' he huffed.
But true, she sing-songed.
'You really can be quite nasty sometimes.' Her engines ground to a halt, whirring low and angry, and he rolled his eyes. 'Be so kind as to stop that!'
She did, if reluctantly, anger pulsing through her Heart. The Doctor sighed extravagantly and gave her a pet.
'Come now,' he said. 'That's very unbecoming for you. Peri had her faults, but she most certainly wasn't that bad.'
The TARDIS huffed. Only because you enjoyed looking at her, she quipped.
The Doctor stammered. 'Now see here!' cried. 'That was most certainly not needed!'
She hummed smugly, engine whirring softly, while the Doctor went back to what he was doing, red faced and speechless.
---
They weren't even together that long, paradoxes and time stations and divergent universes notwithstanding; the Doctor had no reason to pine over a certain Miss Pollard, really. Just because he'd saved her life, just because she'd been energetic and clever and pretty and chosen to exile herself with him so he wouldn't be alone did not mean he had to care about her. Honestly, this Doctor was so much more tactile than his previous selves; he was much too attached to people, and far too easily.
And so she told him as such.
'Oh, stop that,' he chided, setting down his tea. 'There's no sense in being jealous.'
The TARDIS shuddered angrily, affronted. She was most certainly not jealous of the girl! She'd felt badly for her at times, even helped her on occasion, allowed her passage and boarding inside her; there was no way she could be jealous. What possible reason could she have to be jealous of a human girl? He was just clingy and needy.
'Don't you even start,' he snapped back. 'I am not needy.'
You are, too, she replied snidely.
'I am most certainly not!'
You are a needy, sentimental fool, and better off without her, she sniffed. Are you that desperate for company?
'That is quite enough!' the Doctor yelled, glaring at her walls and standing up. 'This is ridiculous and you know it and I expect you to stop this nonsense now before I really get angry!'
The TARDIS went silent, pouting in that way she did, the way of machines and space ships, watching him as he re-took his seat and grabbed his tea, burning his finger and hissing in pain. She remained quiet even then, not speaking for a few minutes, waiting for him to get settled, and then: I am better company than she was. It is better this way.
'TARDIS!'
---
Good riddance.
'I beg your pardon?' the Doctor asked, stopping with his tinkering to glare at the ceiling of his ship, an irritated look on his face.
The TARDIS mentally shrugged, urging him to return to what it was he was doing, interested more in his latest little gadget than his reaction to her words. It is good to have Miss Jones gone, she said nonchalantly.
'That is hardly a subject you should be discussing,' he admonished. 'Jo is welcome to come and go as she pleases.'
And she chose to leave, his ship replied blithely. She obviously had no sense, choosing a human over you. Not that she's worthy of you.
The Doctor frowned, going back to his tinkering. 'Yes, well,' he said, obviously put out. 'It's not like you'd know. You're many things, old girl, but human is not one of them.'
She hummed happily at the compliment, ignoring the dark look and sadness that crossed the Doctor's face. She'd not have understood it, anyway.
---
I don't understand why you care so much, she confessed, giving him a comforting nudge with her mind. He deserved what happened.
'Oh, most indubitably,' the Doctor replied, though he still brooded quietly in his chair, brollie resting over his knees while he kneaded his hat anxiously. 'He brought it on himself this time, just as he always has. It's the way of men like him, far too focused and fixated on the matter at hand. He never did learn, that one. Never learned a thing.'
She frowned, confused by the dichotomy of his actions and words. So then you should not be upset, she noted. You've no reason to care about him.
The Doctor pressed a finger to his bottom lip. 'Perhaps,' he answered, falling silent again.
She hummed softly, uncertain. It should have happened sooner, she continued, gauging his reactions, desperate to understand what he was thinking and feeling, so closed off from her was he. Exploding with a planet was the most sensible thing he's ever done.
This time, the Doctor did not answer at all and she fell silent, feeling as though she'd been reprimanded, chastised, and strangely guilty for it. She left him alone, then, aware that, for once, she had perhaps made a mistake.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,055
Special thank you to salvagestime and savagestime for beta help~
He obviously didn't agree because the Doctor spent the next two weeks holed up inside Romana's old room, refusing to speak to his ship, though she constantly tried.
Doctor, she pushed, tugging at his mind. This is utterly ridiculous.
'I'm not coming out,' he replied, sitting on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest, scarf wrapped tightly around his chin.
The TARDIS sighed mentally and began prodding him some more. Staying in there will do you no good.
'Yes, well I didn't ask your opinion, now did I?'
You should. It would make more sense than most of your actions.
He slapped his hand down on the floor. 'Now you listen here!' he cried, reprimanding her; his ship pouted. 'I don't want to hear another word, are we clear? Not one word! You've said more than enough all ready.'
Very well, she replied, huffy, and did as he said, thinking him childish and rude. There was no reason for this, none at all. She rather suspected he was pouting more because he was put out with her (completely valid and truthful) opinion than because he honestly missed the annoying Time Lady and nothing was going to change that.
---
It's so quiet, she all but purred, engines thrumming happily. Do you remember quiet? I should think I'd have forgotten, what with Miss Brown's constant talking.
The Doctor gave her a look, punching in the coordinates of their next destination a little harder than perhaps he should. 'That, my dear, was uncalled for,' he huffed.
But true, she sing-songed.
'You really can be quite nasty sometimes.' Her engines ground to a halt, whirring low and angry, and he rolled his eyes. 'Be so kind as to stop that!'
She did, if reluctantly, anger pulsing through her Heart. The Doctor sighed extravagantly and gave her a pet.
'Come now,' he said. 'That's very unbecoming for you. Peri had her faults, but she most certainly wasn't that bad.'
The TARDIS huffed. Only because you enjoyed looking at her, she quipped.
The Doctor stammered. 'Now see here!' cried. 'That was most certainly not needed!'
She hummed smugly, engine whirring softly, while the Doctor went back to what he was doing, red faced and speechless.
---
They weren't even together that long, paradoxes and time stations and divergent universes notwithstanding; the Doctor had no reason to pine over a certain Miss Pollard, really. Just because he'd saved her life, just because she'd been energetic and clever and pretty and chosen to exile herself with him so he wouldn't be alone did not mean he had to care about her. Honestly, this Doctor was so much more tactile than his previous selves; he was much too attached to people, and far too easily.
And so she told him as such.
'Oh, stop that,' he chided, setting down his tea. 'There's no sense in being jealous.'
The TARDIS shuddered angrily, affronted. She was most certainly not jealous of the girl! She'd felt badly for her at times, even helped her on occasion, allowed her passage and boarding inside her; there was no way she could be jealous. What possible reason could she have to be jealous of a human girl? He was just clingy and needy.
'Don't you even start,' he snapped back. 'I am not needy.'
You are, too, she replied snidely.
'I am most certainly not!'
You are a needy, sentimental fool, and better off without her, she sniffed. Are you that desperate for company?
'That is quite enough!' the Doctor yelled, glaring at her walls and standing up. 'This is ridiculous and you know it and I expect you to stop this nonsense now before I really get angry!'
The TARDIS went silent, pouting in that way she did, the way of machines and space ships, watching him as he re-took his seat and grabbed his tea, burning his finger and hissing in pain. She remained quiet even then, not speaking for a few minutes, waiting for him to get settled, and then: I am better company than she was. It is better this way.
'TARDIS!'
---
Good riddance.
'I beg your pardon?' the Doctor asked, stopping with his tinkering to glare at the ceiling of his ship, an irritated look on his face.
The TARDIS mentally shrugged, urging him to return to what it was he was doing, interested more in his latest little gadget than his reaction to her words. It is good to have Miss Jones gone, she said nonchalantly.
'That is hardly a subject you should be discussing,' he admonished. 'Jo is welcome to come and go as she pleases.'
And she chose to leave, his ship replied blithely. She obviously had no sense, choosing a human over you. Not that she's worthy of you.
The Doctor frowned, going back to his tinkering. 'Yes, well,' he said, obviously put out. 'It's not like you'd know. You're many things, old girl, but human is not one of them.'
She hummed happily at the compliment, ignoring the dark look and sadness that crossed the Doctor's face. She'd not have understood it, anyway.
---
I don't understand why you care so much, she confessed, giving him a comforting nudge with her mind. He deserved what happened.
'Oh, most indubitably,' the Doctor replied, though he still brooded quietly in his chair, brollie resting over his knees while he kneaded his hat anxiously. 'He brought it on himself this time, just as he always has. It's the way of men like him, far too focused and fixated on the matter at hand. He never did learn, that one. Never learned a thing.'
She frowned, confused by the dichotomy of his actions and words. So then you should not be upset, she noted. You've no reason to care about him.
The Doctor pressed a finger to his bottom lip. 'Perhaps,' he answered, falling silent again.
She hummed softly, uncertain. It should have happened sooner, she continued, gauging his reactions, desperate to understand what he was thinking and feeling, so closed off from her was he. Exploding with a planet was the most sensible thing he's ever done.
This time, the Doctor did not answer at all and she fell silent, feeling as though she'd been reprimanded, chastised, and strangely guilty for it. She left him alone, then, aware that, for once, she had perhaps made a mistake.
Muse: The TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,055
Special thank you to salvagestime and savagestime for beta help~