Enjoy your therapy.

[huffpuffblonde]

[ THE MINDFUCK MEME ]
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Warning: Explicit Themes Contained

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[huffpuffblonde]

She didn't even acknowledge the radiation. It didn't even hit her ears, because he wasn't important right now. He was behaving.

The Time Lord, though? She gave him all of three seconds to stare at her after he finished his little speech before she backhanded him. She didn't slap him. She backhanded him.

Rather than backing off after that, though, she stepped further into his personal space, and pressed a finger against his chest. "Do you think your words actually mean anything? If you were a person, it would hurt. If you were in any way redeemable, it would hurt. And you're gonna be paying for that. But first, let me tell you something. You're not a person. You're a nothing. You're not allowed to have opinions. You stopped counting as a man when you committed genocide. You stopped being functional the second you did that, and you became my responsibility. My property. I took you because no one else would. Because someone has to keep you from killing everything else in the universe. You're not a person. You're a mad dog that I kept from getting put down. And you are not going to talk to me like that."

She stood on her toes, stood in his face. "Sit, boy."

[but_you_made_me]

He was behaving....but he wasn't working. The TARDIS was beeping at him, but his focus was entirely on the two people he loved. Or rather, their words. Their words aimed at eachother.

And, in some sick way, at him. Because he was his duplicate. They were, for all intents and purposes, the very same man...so everything that was coming out of the Time Lord's mouth, was coming out of his and he just wanted to be sick at the mere thought. And, of course, every single insult Rose threw right back...well, it all hit home in a way that made his chest ache and his lungs burn and he could almost feel the chill of the planet he'd gone to to die....

[onlytheblue]

Oh that...does cut, just a bit, but he's too furious now to care. Really, she's going to slap him? He should pitch her out right now, or drain the console room of oxygen to prove his point.

She hasn't taken it that far yet, though. Not quite. He just leans forward, less than an inch from her face, voice low and deadly serious. "You seem to think I care about what you think of me. Your opinions don't count, Rose, they don't matter any more than you do. You're in no position to decide who or what I am. You are nothing more than a useless pedestrian I take along because I took pity on you. Living that useless, pointless, empty life with no one who truly cared or loved you, no future and no past, no one to care if you simply...never woke up. Before me, the world wouldn't have even noticed if you were never born. In fact, in all likelihood your father would have survived if not for your birth. And oh, I took you in, I loved you, the poor little chav, but I've had enough. If you don't behave yourself, I'll find someone else, and you can go back to your meaningless life. And you'll be alone, because no one will take you back. They're all happy to have you out of their lives."

[huffpuffblonde]

She stared at him a long second, eyes flashing with something borderline hatred. And then something clicked off. Shut. Her eyes closed, glazed over.

You couldn't hate an animal. You couldn't hate a table. That's all he was. He was just a mouthy table that needed to learn his place.

"Why would it matter whether or not you cared about me? Why does your opinion of me matter at all? I fail to see the significance. Do you really think I care about whether or not you love me? You're nothing. Everything you're saying right now doesn't matter. I don't care about you, or what you think, or how you feel. You. Are. Nothing." Just like you couldn't hate a table, a table couldn't hate you. And even if it did, it was a table? Who bloody cared? "And d'you know what? I think I'm tired of you being in here."

A hand came up to wrap around his tie, and without a second thought, or a glance, she began to drag him toward the hallway.

[but_you_made_me]

It was hard to work with their little daggers of words hitting him every time they opened their mouths. Hell, it was hard to bring himself to turn around, because he was terrified of what would happen. But he did. It would never get better if he didn't get them the hell out of that radiation cloud, and that meant he had to find out why they weren't moving.

Of course, that was a little hard when his worst fears came true and she started to drag his counterpart towards the hall.

Still, he was a Time Lord. He'd be fine, as long he didn't bring that Time Lord strength down to bare on their Rose. He started writing a simple program that would take over for him....just in case.

[onlytheblue]

A table, really? That's her analogy? He takes her in, shows pity on her, and her stupid little human pride summons up that? And she thinks that she can just drag him around? Like she has some sort of right?

No. He should never have given her this chance.

He just. Stops moving. Because she doesn't get to decide anything he does. He just stops, and grabs her arm, wrenching it free of his tie and twisting. Just twisting. Barely any effort or strength exerted, but if he moves just barely more those poor strained tendons and that fragile human bone in her arm will snap.

He won't, not yet. This is her last chance.

"Understand me, Rose. Your little display of initiative is cute, but you're finished. That's it. Enough. I'm finished humoring you. Do not push me any further, Rose, or I will prove to you just how insignificant and fragile you are."

[huffpuffblonde]

Maybe more a dog than a table. A dog she had no feelings for. No fondness, no respect, no trust, no emotion for. He was simply a rabid dog, and it was her duty to get him put down. She didn't feel pity for him. If it weren't so painful, the only expression she'd have his a lip curled in distaste.

Except, it did hurt, because he was a fraction of an inch away from the breaking point, and she let out a sharp cry, and then fell silent, breathing rapidly, in and out. In and out. It was inconveniencing. Disconcerting. He was a danger to everyone, and frankly, she didn't care enough about him to try and humor him, or 'make him better'. You couldn't fix a table.

"Shame, really. I would've tolerated you if you just hadn't pushed it. When this is over, I'm having you exterminated."

[but_you_made_me]

He almost had it, actually. He couldn't get them to move, but he could vent the port exhaust and try to blow the radiation away. There was no guarantee that it would work, but it surely couldn't hurt. And he needed them to stop saying such horrible things to each other like that. He needed them to remember that they loved each other and that, occasionally, they loved him.

He was keying in the command to vent the exhaust when he heard Rose's sharp cry and he was moving before he even registered it. One minute he was typing, the next he was reaching out and grabbing the Time Lord's arm at the elbow, pinching nerves that would make the entirety of his arm go numb before he shoved his way between them, one hand on either chest, but his glare was all for his twin.

"I will not let you hurt her."

A glance over his shoulder..."And you...just please shut up?"

[onlytheblue]

Oh, if it weren't for the Metacrisis' sudden interference, that word exterminated would have been it. He probably wouldn't have stopped with her arm, either. Throwing the Daleks at him? Not smart.

He grabs the arm hanging uselessly at his side and glowers at the half-breed. "You have no business making any decisions, Hybrid. Get out of my way."

[huffpuffblonde]

She tugged her arm away, glowering at the Time Lord. At least, until Handy told her to shut up. She looked startled. Completely taken aback. Like he was a mouse that got in the way of a dog fight.

"Excuse me? Has everyone gone mad? Did you just tell me to shut up?" She glanced over at the Time Lord as if to verify, then back to the Metacrisis. "As if he wasn't bad enough, now you? You're not even a proper Time Lord."

She frowned at the Gallifreyan Doctor. "You let him get by with too much, he thinks he's a person."

[but_you_made_me]

He didn't move. Didn't let their knife-like words cower him into getting out of the way so they could go back to hurting each other. If he let them do that, they'd never forgive him.

And he'd never forgive himself.

But, that being said, it wasn't exactly easy to stay between them. He let his arms drop back to his sides, his eyes closing as he did his best to remind himself that they weren't themselves. They were being affected by...whatever they were stuck in at the moment.

Rose's words made him jerk a little and he gaped at her.

"W-what?"

[onlytheblue]

Now, he's still angry with Rose, but his demeanor is quicksilver right now, and the metacrisis has gone and caught his attention now. With Rose agreeing with him, he's willing to let her slide for now.

He snorts and gives Rose a knowing look. "It's apparently a chronic problem. You've been coddling him too much. Look at him. I think he's actually surprised we're not hopping to his demands. Like a dog with his first leash."

[huffpuffblonde]

"I suppose so," she nodded, crossing her arms, looking down on the Metacrisis. There was nothing in her eyes. No fondness. Nothing to suggest he was anything to her. No sympathy. Nothing to acknowledge he was even alive.

Because he, too, was a table. A table she owned. No opinions. No feelings. No nothing. Nothing to her. Just a glazed-over look in her eyes, slight dilation in her pupils as a result of the radiation.

"It's got that sad look on it's face. D'you think it actually feels things, or does he just copy 'em off of you? I can't tell. Bit inconveniencing, though, isn't it? Should we put him out until we get this sorted out?"

[but_you_made_me]

...He'd thought that he would have been able to handle this. Thought he'd been ready for it, expected something very like it from how they were talking to each other.

He'd been wrong.

Nothing could prepare him for this....this apathy towards him, not just from the man he expected it from, but from both of them.

He tried to tell himself that they were still under the the influence of the radiation. Tried to tell himself to just ignore it and move on.

"...shut up. Both of you, just shut up!"

It only stood to reason that he'd ignore himself when push came to shove.

[onlytheblue]

Oh, he'll put the halfling in his place in a moment, but a temper tantrum is not going to get the Doctor's attention. He doesn't warrant that much control or authority no matter how he stomps his foot.

For now he just looks over at Rose, as if nothing is between them. "Oh, I don't know. He'd scratch at the door and complain, and I'd rather not subject the TARDIS to it." She felt nothing for him. On the contrary, the Doctor was still quite fond of him. He loved him, after all, the hybrid just needed discipline. "Besides, if I put off disciplining him he won't know what he's done wrong. He might be napping by the time I get around to it, and he'll think he's not supposed to sleep." He gives an exasperated sigh. "I'd have to train him to sleep all over again."

[huffpuffblonde]

She rolled her eyes, giving Ten an exasperated look as he spoke. "Well, he's not staying in here. He's creeping me out, the way he's looking at me. Can you get him not to do that? I'm afraid he's gonna try and kiss me on the mouth or hump my leg or something. It's gross."

She reclined back on the jump seat. She owned the pair of them equally, but the more important one could discipline the little one. It took most of the work off of her. She just wished he'd get on with it, so she could get back to sorting the better one out.

"Just... get on with it, then. Make him understand he's not supposed to interrupt us when we're talking, beat him a bit, and let's get on with it. But if he does it again, we're getting rid of him."