Tranquil and...interesting (open to whisky_ghost)

[doctor_three]

"That," lectured the Doctor, "would be the number of positive irons in the atmosphere. We're being attacked at this very moment by an un-countable number of them. And they'll be even more of them in years to come

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[whisky_ghost]

Ghost laughed, because he thought it was a joke. Positives Ions were to blame for the feeling of quiet and peace that he got? It was cute and funny and he would have to remember that for the future. Really, he felt like he had just had a few good shots of Whiskey and had slipped into the comfortable place before full drunkenness. Except for the quiet in his head, which was the complete opposite.

The doctor sat down and Ghost walked a little ways before he closed his own eyes for a minute. There were memories here, but they were too quet for Ghost to really get a sense of them. It was an odd feeling, and he wondered if it was how most people saw the world.

"This is amazing, he said, turning to look at the doctor with a wide grin. "This is fucking, amazing!"

[doctor_three]

He opened an eye to look at the lad. Though his wide grin and the lights in his eyes pleased the Doctor beyond the definition of the word 'pleased', there was no need for that kind of language.

"I'm sure you can think a better work to use than that, young man." His tone was stern but soon went back to it's original self when he continued. "This is an excellent place to come and just relax. I've done it many times. Mostly just to escape that blasted Brigadier!"

[whisky_ghost]

Old people. They always had something against using expletives. Even his own grandmother would give him a look and press her lips together tightly when he had gotten carried away and let it slip out in front of her. He didn't apologize, but still grinning, wandered back over to where the Doctor was sitting, and sat himself down.

"Thanks. For sharing this." Ghost said. "I mean it. It really is just... mind-blowing. Do you get to come here often? Have you met other people here, or is it always so quiet?"

[doctor_three]

"Well, it is my pleasure." And it really is. "I come here as often as I can. There aren't many places in the universe that are so good for a stressed mind. Of course, it was difficult to get to when I didn't have a TARDIS," he sighed and pursed his lips, "but I got by." And finished, smiling.

[whisky_ghost]

The TARDIS then would the spaceship, Ghost reasoned. That made sense. Or as much sense as any of this made. Except...

"How did you get by without it?" Ghost asked curiously, trying to make sense of it, although he guessed there were probably a million perfectly plausible answers.

"And.. who is the Brigadier?"

[doctor_three]

The Doctor pouted and furrowed his brow in irritation. "I was stuck on Earth for a time. The High Gallifreyan Council took it upon themselves to give me some time away from traveling and took a peticular part of the TARDIS, leaving me here."

He sighed. It was difficult to be stuck in one place at all, let alone for a long period of time. "The Brigadier was the head of an organisation called UNIT. I helped them out while I was stuck there and the Brigadier liked to think of me as his employee," he scoffed. The Doctor had never been an employee in any of his lives and he wasn't about to start now. However, he liked to help them out a little; to share his wisdom, if you will.

[whisky_ghost]

So even in space the government sucks. Not he's had first hand dealing with them aside from his taxes, but he hears stories from his friends. Ghost nods sympathetically. He can understand it at least a little anyway.

"Gallifrey is where you're from?" Ghost asks curiously. "What's it like there? Aside from the government, are they all nice like you?"

[doctor_three]

"Gallifrey is beautiful. There aren't any planets like it, really." He looks out into the distance a moment before continuing, smiling faintly at the memory of it all. "The main city is inclosed in orb to protect it from attacks and harsh elements. There are mountains more steep than anything you'd have seen on Earth and when the two suns hit the orb at just the right moment, it's like the very foundations begin to sing

[whisky_ghost]

Ghost closes his eyes and imagines what it must be like to be on Gallifrey. He can only draw from his childhood--the fantastic sunsets on witch peak--and what he's read in Steve's science fiction novels. He didn't always finish the books, but he loved to sit and read the descriptions of the worlds people created.

"It sounds really nice." Ghost says. 'Really nice' probably doesn't describe it properly, but he isn't sure any words would.

"Sometimes.. it's better not to get involved in other people's problems." He adds quietly. Just because you can fix something, doesn't always mean you should. Sometimes lessons need to be learned the hard way. And usually people don't want you telling them they're doing it wrong. Except the ones who want someone to play god with their life and fix all their troubles...

"Help your friends, help your lovers but stay out of the business of strangers." She used to tell me. "Or else end up with a broken nose, for sticking it in people's business."

[doctor_three]

"So you're saying that if a pregnant woman by the side of the road needs a lift to the hospital because her car has broken down, that I should leave her? Or, if I find a group of people being ruled by a tyrant that I should ignore it?" The Doctor frowned. This sort of thing came naturally to him and he could never understand why other people would think otherwise. Like the Master. But that in itself was an entirely different matter.

[whisky_ghost]

"No! That's different." Ghost says, although he's troubled now because he's thinking about it.

"I'm pretty sure a pregnant lady on the road-side isn't what my Grandma meant" He says quietly. Tyrants on the other hand... might have been. It's the sort of thing one can devote their life to and not do any good--or wear their life away and only do a little... which is what she warned Ghost of. It would be all too easy for him to sink down under the weight of the world--The same weight that had killed his parents.

He thinks of all the times Steve has come home after a fight with Ann. Or when Ann comes over while Steve is at work because Steve's been a right jerk about something. It's enough to soothe their tempers, to just be a good friend, and let them work out their storms.

"And.. you don't have to ignore something even if you aren't not fixing it. It's not so simple black and white as that."

[doctor_three]

"Oh, nothing is simple. Certainly not as simple as to categorise anything as black or white." The Doctor looked entirely serious but his tone remained light and conversational.

"What happened to you, Ghost?"

[whisky_ghost]

Nothing was ever simple, because it always had to do with people, and people were complicated and difficult.

"Happened? When? I'm sorry?" He asked.

Ghost looked at the doctor in blank confusion.

[doctor_three]

"You just seem awfully negative for someone so young. Perhaps I'm not up with the times any more," the Doctor concluded, turning his attention to a blade of grass he had ripped from the ground and was turning about in his fingers in a careless fashion.

[whisky_ghost]

"I'm not that young. I've already turned twenty." Ghost points out. A lifetime--more than some people get, too, and truthfully he often feels older than that, but he's lived the lives of hundreds in his dreams, so maybe that's part of it. He sees the kids who come to hear him sing as well... 'kids' although some are the same age or older than he is.

He'd also never considered himself negative. All of his music, all of his songs are about hope--about not being afraid even when you're alone at night...When he sings it, and he believes it, well some of the kids believe it too, and they take it back home with them and for a little while, they aren't afraid of the dark.

"Has anyone ever died because you helped them, Doctor?" He asks,

[doctor_three]

He chuckled under his breath. Being over 300 years old, twenty seemed like the lad should still be in nappies. But the Doctor didn't say anything.

But at the question...the Doctor pursed his lips and slowly exhaled. "Sometimes," he began but stopped. So many memories. Sarah Kingdom and Katarina quickly came to mind, their faces still as bright as when he first met them, screaming in the agony of their final moments.

"Sometimes, there are things that can't be helped."