RP: The Two Doctors; For marthajonesmd
As promised, he wraps his ankle as soon as he leaves her, but he just can't remain still for long. Something about having someone join him in the TARDIS seems to have brought his ship out of the half-sleep she's been in since... well, since. That's how it happens that he's gotten lost beneath the console, repairing and rewiring and revamping. He has one panel slid back completely and various pieces (some of which he's sure are meant to be spare) scattered around him and he's been holding his screwdriver in his mouth. For the first time since he can't remember when, he's working with purpose other than as a distraction. After all, it's one thing to let the TARDIS land him where she may, but now he has a passenger - he can't in good conscience just leave everything to chance. He's sure this tune-up will go a long way toward making her more predictable.
As is usual for him, he's not sure how much time passes. His mind strays to Martha, of course (but to be fair, it also strays to his favorite place to eat seswaa in Botswana, the pascalite cliffs on Whitefall, and the lyrics to "Sussudio"), and he can't help wonder if she's sleeping all right. Her eyes - well, if he's honest, they look like the mirror of his own at times, but she couldn't be older than twenty-five or so. He wonders what happened to her - was it his fault? Will it be his fault? He groans out loud. He's breaking so many rules - not to mention promises to himself - by traveling with her. He's lost in thought as he gropes for a spanner. Maybe if he gets done soon, he'll go make some tea. Surely, she'll want some when she wakes.
As is usual for him, he's not sure how much time passes. His mind strays to Martha, of course (but to be fair, it also strays to his favorite place to eat seswaa in Botswana, the pascalite cliffs on Whitefall, and the lyrics to "Sussudio"), and he can't help wonder if she's sleeping all right. Her eyes - well, if he's honest, they look like the mirror of his own at times, but she couldn't be older than twenty-five or so. He wonders what happened to her - was it his fault? Will it be his fault? He groans out loud. He's breaking so many rules - not to mention promises to himself - by traveling with her. He's lost in thought as he gropes for a spanner. Maybe if he gets done soon, he'll go make some tea. Surely, she'll want some when she wakes.