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Who: Crowley onlyanapple and Ninth Doctor charmandsmiles
What: The bffs reunite after Nine comes back. The whole Lucifer incident isn't mentioned 'cause, well, we logged this awhile ago. XD
When: After the last log with Eight, Nine, and Donna, and directly before this entry.
Where: Crowley's room.
Rating: Um. PG-13/R for discussion topics?
Nine wandered to Crowley's room, after having spent a bit of time in the TARDIS recovering. He knocked on the door quietly, hoping he wasn't interrupting anything.
It wasn't long before the door opened, and Crowley poked his head out. He looked Nine up and down for a moment, then gave him a careful prod in the shoulder. After determining he was, indeed solid, the demon stepped back. "You're a complete twat, you know that?" he said by way of greeting.
Nine frowned, not getting quite the greeting he'd expected. "Oi, what'd I do?" he asked, crossing his arms defensively.
Crowley folded his arms. "You died because you did something stupid, worried the blessed crap out of me, brought me out of hibernation early and now I'm cold and my seasonal internal timer is all screwed up." With the speed of a striking cobra, Crowley cuffed Nine at the back of her head, then in the same movement put and arm around his shoulder and dragged him in. "The least you owe me is a drink, you big eared bastard," he added with something akin to affection.
"OI!" Nine huffed, looking rightly offended at the hit, before the offended look turned into a more sulky one. "Yeah, I owe you a drink 'cause I got shot, that makes a lot of sense," he replied dryly, but he wasn't saying no. He'd caught the fact that Crowley'd been worried, and the affectionate tone helped a little.
"Of course it makes sense," said Crowley, kicking his door closed. "I repeat, you brought me out of hibernation, thus, a drink is owed." He let the Time Lord go, wandering over to his well-stocked drinks cabinet. "What'll it be, Ears?"
"Sorry my untimely death woke you up from your nap," Nine muttered, before sighing and sitting down in a nearby chair. "Dunno. Whatever it is, make it strong."
"Hibernation, not nap, there's a very large difference," Crowley corrected, pouring them a glass of whiskey each, before handing one to Nine and sitting opposite him. "How long have you been back amongst the living?"
Nine shrugged. "Day or so? Been a bit...disoriented," he admitted, sipping his whiskey. "Eight's been helping me readjust."
"Well, yes, I imagine being dead does that to you," Crowley offered, sipping his own drink, quiet for a moment. "Good to have you back, anyway."
Nine blinked, before smiling. "Thanks. It's good to be back. Those were a lonely two weeks," he admitted, taking a much longer sip. "Nothing I didn't rightly deserve though."
"Well, you did display an astounding amount of idiocy," smirked Crowley around his drink. "But you didn't deserve that, and Mr Nutjob had better keep Mrs Nutjob out of the way for a good, long while."
Nine shook his head, looking guiltily into his drink. "She died, and it was my fault....that was the last thing Five needed, with the Master gone."
Crowley arched one dark eyebrow from behind his sunglasses. "You can't possibly tell me you're making yourself guilty over the fate of your murderer?"
Nine laughed wryly. "Hello, I'm the Doctor, have we met?"
"Point," Crowley shook his head. "Well, it happened, and then your beloved Master did the deed, which, quite frankly, she should count as a blessing."
Nine snorted. "Beloved? Hardly."
Crowley titled his head to one side. "You mean you're done with this ridiculous chase of him, now?" he asked. "Because, really, that was bordering on insanity."
Nine coughed awkwardly. "Never said I was done. There's just no loving involved."
"Don't make me slap you again, because I will," said Crowley. "Nine, the bloke's an arsewipe, he got you sodding murdered, for crying out loud."
Nine frowned. "He didn't get me murdered, that was my own fault."
"Aaaand of course, this is you," the demon sighed. "She'd probably do it again, you know. It will be a never ending cycle of shagging and being shot, and I won't get any sleep at all," he paused, then added for some effect, "I may even end up burning the place down."
"You don't get it," Nine sighed, shaking his head. "It's not something anyone can stop, me and him. It's not something I want to stop."
"They have special doctors for things like that, " said Crowley, sipping his drink. "You could have Master Rehab."
Nine laughed, going to sip his drink again before realizing he'd already finished it off. He handed his glass to Crowley for seconds. "Did you like those bananas I left you?" he asked, not-so-subtly avoiding the topic.
"I thought that might be you. I assumed they were either comforting or some very poor attempt at haunting," Crowley replied, pouring him another drink. "Nice subject dodge by the way, I'm going to let it slide, because you've had a traumatic event."
"Yep that was me," Nine nodded, happily taking the drink and making short work of it. "Eight didn't realize it," he added, chuckling fondly.
"Seriously?" Crowley asked. "I mean, there aren't many ghosts in the world who would leave sodding bananas about. Only you're bizarre enough for that one."
"Yes, well, he's a bit...erm. Oblivious," Nine replied, stealing the bottle and pouring himself a third glass.
Crowley allowed Nine to steal his alcohol, which, for those who knew Crowley well enough (that was pretty much Aziraphale) knew that was quite a sign of friendship. "I did notice, he spent most of his time staying in his blue box," Crowley sat back. "I think he was lost without you around."
Nine frowned, nodding. "I was there, mostly, watching him. But I couldn't talk...couldn't reassure him."
"Well, he's fine now you're back," Crowley shrugged. "You can go back to your weird...whatever the Manchester it is that you two have."
Nine laughed. "We haven't got any weird anything."
"Yes you have," Crowley downed his drink. "Very little slips by me, I'm observant by nature. You have a something."
Nine glanced down at his fourth drink, swirling it a bit. "We're close," he replied, shrugging.
"Yes, to the point where I'm not sure if it should be called incest or masturbation," said Crowley, pouring himself another. "But hey, whatever floats your boat."
Nine laughed again. "Considering there's nothing sexual going on, I don't think incest or masturbation really works."
"Give it time," Crowley smiled like a snake, swirling his drink. "You're welcome for one of your little topic changes if you like."
Nine shook his head, finishing off his drink and going for another. It was nice to have someone to talk to about this, really. And, well, he'd had a few drinks. "I've snogged him once or twice," he admitted quietly.
"And thus my point is proved," said Crowley with a smug smile, keeping a quiet eye on how much Nine was drinking, he wasn't sure of the alcohol tolerance of Time Lords. "No one pines for someone like that without having deeper feelings for them."
Nine chuckled, his tone wry again. "He only indulges me 'cause it makes me happy, not 'cause he wants it himself."
"You so sure about that?" asked Crowley, sipping his drink slyly.
"He told me himself," Nine replied pointedly, taking another long sip. "Stung a bit, that one."
"Really?" Crowley frowned. "You sure do pick them, don't you? You'd be paradise for a shrink."
Nine snorted. "I'd drive a shrink mad. And yeah, I do," he sighed.
"Yes, well, the loss is his," replied the demon pointedly. "You're not that bad company, I'm sure you could find someone in this castle with whom you could be with that wouldn't result in some sort of pain."
"I have!" Nine beamed, sipping...whatever drink he was on. He'd sort of lost count. "There's Kaylee. We were going to go on a date, but then....well. I got shot," he explained, moping.
"Ah, Kaylee," Crowley nodded. "I believe I spoke to her. She was quite upset about the shooting, I imagine you still have a chance with her."
Nine smiled. "She's on my list of visits. Gotta go see my other selves too...gotta apologize to Five," he murmured.
"Apologise for what?" asked Crowley quizzically. "Dying?"
"Getting Lucy killed," Nine explained, shaking his head. "They...well. Five loves her. I think."
"Lucy," said Crowley, a little icily. "Deserved a much more painful end than the one she got. If he loves her so much, he should have kept a better eye on her."
Nine sighed. "Don't blame this on him, he's got an injured leg, and I'm pretty sure the Second Master screwed with his head before he left. Which is hard on all of us," he murmured.
"You Time Lords and your love of pain," said Crowley, almost good-naturedly, before being serious again. "You still don't owe him an apology."
That got another laugh out of Nine. "Doesn't matter if I do or not, he's getting one anyway."
Crowley shook his head. "So, you're apologising to everyone, are you?" he asked, amused. "It might take a while, you know, there were quite a few of us affected by your passing."
Nine rolled his eyes. "Didn't say that. I'm not apologizing for being dead."
"So you're apologising for..." the demon tilted his head to one side. "Your murderer being killed?"
Nine nodded. "Thought we established that, yep."
"You are aware that if the Master hadn't done it," Crowley held up his closed journal, scorch marks still on one corner, "There were a few of us who would have done it instead."
Nine blinked at the journal. "...You were that angry?"
Crowley shrugged. "Hello, I'm a demon that comes from Hell," he said. "How do you think I was going to react?"
Nine shrugged. "Didn't think it bothered you that much, honestly. Thought you'd seen enough death for one or two not to make a difference, or whatever it was you said."
"I'm over six thousand years old, I've seen countless deaths," said Crowley off-handedly. "But you're something of a...ugh, friend and I was more than a little bit angry when you'd been murdered."
Nine smiled. "Thank you."
"Yes, yes, don't make a big thing about it," huffed Crowley.
"'Course I will," Nine grinned teasingly. "Gotta milk a statement like that for all it's worth."
"Ugh" replied Crowley, rolling his eyes and finishing his drink. "You can be incredibly irritating, you know that?"
"It's why you love me," Nine chuckled, finishing his own drink, and reaching for another. Granted, Time Lords did have a higher alcohol tolerance than apes, but Nine was clearly pushing that limit with the rate he was going through the whiskey.
Crowley pulled a face at that comment. "I wouldn't go that far," he said, then arched an eyebrow. "You're going to do your liver some damage if you're not careful, you know, and then I'd have to heal you and that gives me a migraine."
What: The bffs reunite after Nine comes back. The whole Lucifer incident isn't mentioned 'cause, well, we logged this awhile ago. XD
When: After the last log with Eight, Nine, and Donna, and directly before this entry.
Where: Crowley's room.
Rating: Um. PG-13/R for discussion topics?
Nine wandered to Crowley's room, after having spent a bit of time in the TARDIS recovering. He knocked on the door quietly, hoping he wasn't interrupting anything.
It wasn't long before the door opened, and Crowley poked his head out. He looked Nine up and down for a moment, then gave him a careful prod in the shoulder. After determining he was, indeed solid, the demon stepped back. "You're a complete twat, you know that?" he said by way of greeting.
Nine frowned, not getting quite the greeting he'd expected. "Oi, what'd I do?" he asked, crossing his arms defensively.
Crowley folded his arms. "You died because you did something stupid, worried the blessed crap out of me, brought me out of hibernation early and now I'm cold and my seasonal internal timer is all screwed up." With the speed of a striking cobra, Crowley cuffed Nine at the back of her head, then in the same movement put and arm around his shoulder and dragged him in. "The least you owe me is a drink, you big eared bastard," he added with something akin to affection.
"OI!" Nine huffed, looking rightly offended at the hit, before the offended look turned into a more sulky one. "Yeah, I owe you a drink 'cause I got shot, that makes a lot of sense," he replied dryly, but he wasn't saying no. He'd caught the fact that Crowley'd been worried, and the affectionate tone helped a little.
"Of course it makes sense," said Crowley, kicking his door closed. "I repeat, you brought me out of hibernation, thus, a drink is owed." He let the Time Lord go, wandering over to his well-stocked drinks cabinet. "What'll it be, Ears?"
"Sorry my untimely death woke you up from your nap," Nine muttered, before sighing and sitting down in a nearby chair. "Dunno. Whatever it is, make it strong."
"Hibernation, not nap, there's a very large difference," Crowley corrected, pouring them a glass of whiskey each, before handing one to Nine and sitting opposite him. "How long have you been back amongst the living?"
Nine shrugged. "Day or so? Been a bit...disoriented," he admitted, sipping his whiskey. "Eight's been helping me readjust."
"Well, yes, I imagine being dead does that to you," Crowley offered, sipping his own drink, quiet for a moment. "Good to have you back, anyway."
Nine blinked, before smiling. "Thanks. It's good to be back. Those were a lonely two weeks," he admitted, taking a much longer sip. "Nothing I didn't rightly deserve though."
"Well, you did display an astounding amount of idiocy," smirked Crowley around his drink. "But you didn't deserve that, and Mr Nutjob had better keep Mrs Nutjob out of the way for a good, long while."
Nine shook his head, looking guiltily into his drink. "She died, and it was my fault....that was the last thing Five needed, with the Master gone."
Crowley arched one dark eyebrow from behind his sunglasses. "You can't possibly tell me you're making yourself guilty over the fate of your murderer?"
Nine laughed wryly. "Hello, I'm the Doctor, have we met?"
"Point," Crowley shook his head. "Well, it happened, and then your beloved Master did the deed, which, quite frankly, she should count as a blessing."
Nine snorted. "Beloved? Hardly."
Crowley titled his head to one side. "You mean you're done with this ridiculous chase of him, now?" he asked. "Because, really, that was bordering on insanity."
Nine coughed awkwardly. "Never said I was done. There's just no loving involved."
"Don't make me slap you again, because I will," said Crowley. "Nine, the bloke's an arsewipe, he got you sodding murdered, for crying out loud."
Nine frowned. "He didn't get me murdered, that was my own fault."
"Aaaand of course, this is you," the demon sighed. "She'd probably do it again, you know. It will be a never ending cycle of shagging and being shot, and I won't get any sleep at all," he paused, then added for some effect, "I may even end up burning the place down."
"You don't get it," Nine sighed, shaking his head. "It's not something anyone can stop, me and him. It's not something I want to stop."
"They have special doctors for things like that, " said Crowley, sipping his drink. "You could have Master Rehab."
Nine laughed, going to sip his drink again before realizing he'd already finished it off. He handed his glass to Crowley for seconds. "Did you like those bananas I left you?" he asked, not-so-subtly avoiding the topic.
"I thought that might be you. I assumed they were either comforting or some very poor attempt at haunting," Crowley replied, pouring him another drink. "Nice subject dodge by the way, I'm going to let it slide, because you've had a traumatic event."
"Yep that was me," Nine nodded, happily taking the drink and making short work of it. "Eight didn't realize it," he added, chuckling fondly.
"Seriously?" Crowley asked. "I mean, there aren't many ghosts in the world who would leave sodding bananas about. Only you're bizarre enough for that one."
"Yes, well, he's a bit...erm. Oblivious," Nine replied, stealing the bottle and pouring himself a third glass.
Crowley allowed Nine to steal his alcohol, which, for those who knew Crowley well enough (that was pretty much Aziraphale) knew that was quite a sign of friendship. "I did notice, he spent most of his time staying in his blue box," Crowley sat back. "I think he was lost without you around."
Nine frowned, nodding. "I was there, mostly, watching him. But I couldn't talk...couldn't reassure him."
"Well, he's fine now you're back," Crowley shrugged. "You can go back to your weird...whatever the Manchester it is that you two have."
Nine laughed. "We haven't got any weird anything."
"Yes you have," Crowley downed his drink. "Very little slips by me, I'm observant by nature. You have a something."
Nine glanced down at his fourth drink, swirling it a bit. "We're close," he replied, shrugging.
"Yes, to the point where I'm not sure if it should be called incest or masturbation," said Crowley, pouring himself another. "But hey, whatever floats your boat."
Nine laughed again. "Considering there's nothing sexual going on, I don't think incest or masturbation really works."
"Give it time," Crowley smiled like a snake, swirling his drink. "You're welcome for one of your little topic changes if you like."
Nine shook his head, finishing off his drink and going for another. It was nice to have someone to talk to about this, really. And, well, he'd had a few drinks. "I've snogged him once or twice," he admitted quietly.
"And thus my point is proved," said Crowley with a smug smile, keeping a quiet eye on how much Nine was drinking, he wasn't sure of the alcohol tolerance of Time Lords. "No one pines for someone like that without having deeper feelings for them."
Nine chuckled, his tone wry again. "He only indulges me 'cause it makes me happy, not 'cause he wants it himself."
"You so sure about that?" asked Crowley, sipping his drink slyly.
"He told me himself," Nine replied pointedly, taking another long sip. "Stung a bit, that one."
"Really?" Crowley frowned. "You sure do pick them, don't you? You'd be paradise for a shrink."
Nine snorted. "I'd drive a shrink mad. And yeah, I do," he sighed.
"Yes, well, the loss is his," replied the demon pointedly. "You're not that bad company, I'm sure you could find someone in this castle with whom you could be with that wouldn't result in some sort of pain."
"I have!" Nine beamed, sipping...whatever drink he was on. He'd sort of lost count. "There's Kaylee. We were going to go on a date, but then....well. I got shot," he explained, moping.
"Ah, Kaylee," Crowley nodded. "I believe I spoke to her. She was quite upset about the shooting, I imagine you still have a chance with her."
Nine smiled. "She's on my list of visits. Gotta go see my other selves too...gotta apologize to Five," he murmured.
"Apologise for what?" asked Crowley quizzically. "Dying?"
"Getting Lucy killed," Nine explained, shaking his head. "They...well. Five loves her. I think."
"Lucy," said Crowley, a little icily. "Deserved a much more painful end than the one she got. If he loves her so much, he should have kept a better eye on her."
Nine sighed. "Don't blame this on him, he's got an injured leg, and I'm pretty sure the Second Master screwed with his head before he left. Which is hard on all of us," he murmured.
"You Time Lords and your love of pain," said Crowley, almost good-naturedly, before being serious again. "You still don't owe him an apology."
That got another laugh out of Nine. "Doesn't matter if I do or not, he's getting one anyway."
Crowley shook his head. "So, you're apologising to everyone, are you?" he asked, amused. "It might take a while, you know, there were quite a few of us affected by your passing."
Nine rolled his eyes. "Didn't say that. I'm not apologizing for being dead."
"So you're apologising for..." the demon tilted his head to one side. "Your murderer being killed?"
Nine nodded. "Thought we established that, yep."
"You are aware that if the Master hadn't done it," Crowley held up his closed journal, scorch marks still on one corner, "There were a few of us who would have done it instead."
Nine blinked at the journal. "...You were that angry?"
Crowley shrugged. "Hello, I'm a demon that comes from Hell," he said. "How do you think I was going to react?"
Nine shrugged. "Didn't think it bothered you that much, honestly. Thought you'd seen enough death for one or two not to make a difference, or whatever it was you said."
"I'm over six thousand years old, I've seen countless deaths," said Crowley off-handedly. "But you're something of a...ugh, friend and I was more than a little bit angry when you'd been murdered."
Nine smiled. "Thank you."
"Yes, yes, don't make a big thing about it," huffed Crowley.
"'Course I will," Nine grinned teasingly. "Gotta milk a statement like that for all it's worth."
"Ugh" replied Crowley, rolling his eyes and finishing his drink. "You can be incredibly irritating, you know that?"
"It's why you love me," Nine chuckled, finishing his own drink, and reaching for another. Granted, Time Lords did have a higher alcohol tolerance than apes, but Nine was clearly pushing that limit with the rate he was going through the whiskey.
Crowley pulled a face at that comment. "I wouldn't go that far," he said, then arched an eyebrow. "You're going to do your liver some damage if you're not careful, you know, and then I'd have to heal you and that gives me a migraine."