RP for haughty_alpha
Who: Data | Kerr Avon | The Seventh Doctor
What: The Doctor uses his TARDIS to allow Avon into Data's mind, and not only save him but see how much Data cares for him.
When: At the end of Lore Plot.
Warnings and Notes: Continued from here...
Data had finally gotten to a particular leather clad android on his dreamscape, a strange piston churning away in the exposed portion of it's head.
Seeing the man at odds like that was a bit disconcerting, unsettling, and again he was left to wonder why. The other 'androids', rational embodiment of his failing memory in his subconscious, worked at reconstructing the broken "village". All of it one continuous symbolism for the damage Lore's machine had done to him. It had nearly collapsed his systems. The destroyed village his net. The android citizens his memories. The cool weather the difficulty his power systems were having keeping up.
This android was a symbol of someone that he couldn't quite remember yet, but somehow knew he needed to. He settled cross-legged in the rubble, pulling his upper half into his lap so he could tend to the damage. Gold eyes remained intent on the individual, expression only flickering when bits of memory burgeoned up.
And then the android woke, pulled away, and stood. Data was left with a mixture of elation and horror, noting the very organic looking arm left laying not far off to the side, and he put his hands over his head. Pale fingers dug into his hair. Eyes clenched shut, every mechanical muscle tensing.
He needed to fix more of the androids. He couldn't right then. Not with that horror fresh in his mind.
~*~*~
After taking Lucy to the clinic, Seven had returned to the TARDIS, knowing that he'd left his friend right then. And he'd sat there, sticking near the ill android, knowing most of the technicians in the village were preoccupied with the unfortunate victims of the assault.
It was what his former self would have wanted.
When he noticed some disturbance in Data's net on his monitor, he decided to go and retrieve the man that had meant the most to the android. He wasn't aware of his condition yet, but when he couldn't find the man in his room, he made his way to the clinic unaware of the extent that Lore had made him suffer (and even if Avon was unsettled by the Borg, the Doctor had enough experience with invasive nanobots and Cybermen to make educated guesses on how to deal with the situation).
What: The Doctor uses his TARDIS to allow Avon into Data's mind, and not only save him but see how much Data cares for him.
When: At the end of Lore Plot.
Warnings and Notes: Continued from here...
Data had finally gotten to a particular leather clad android on his dreamscape, a strange piston churning away in the exposed portion of it's head.
Seeing the man at odds like that was a bit disconcerting, unsettling, and again he was left to wonder why. The other 'androids', rational embodiment of his failing memory in his subconscious, worked at reconstructing the broken "village". All of it one continuous symbolism for the damage Lore's machine had done to him. It had nearly collapsed his systems. The destroyed village his net. The android citizens his memories. The cool weather the difficulty his power systems were having keeping up.
This android was a symbol of someone that he couldn't quite remember yet, but somehow knew he needed to. He settled cross-legged in the rubble, pulling his upper half into his lap so he could tend to the damage. Gold eyes remained intent on the individual, expression only flickering when bits of memory burgeoned up.
And then the android woke, pulled away, and stood. Data was left with a mixture of elation and horror, noting the very organic looking arm left laying not far off to the side, and he put his hands over his head. Pale fingers dug into his hair. Eyes clenched shut, every mechanical muscle tensing.
He needed to fix more of the androids. He couldn't right then. Not with that horror fresh in his mind.
~*~*~
After taking Lucy to the clinic, Seven had returned to the TARDIS, knowing that he'd left his friend right then. And he'd sat there, sticking near the ill android, knowing most of the technicians in the village were preoccupied with the unfortunate victims of the assault.
It was what his former self would have wanted.
When he noticed some disturbance in Data's net on his monitor, he decided to go and retrieve the man that had meant the most to the android. He wasn't aware of his condition yet, but when he couldn't find the man in his room, he made his way to the clinic unaware of the extent that Lore had made him suffer (and even if Avon was unsettled by the Borg, the Doctor had enough experience with invasive nanobots and Cybermen to make educated guesses on how to deal with the situation).