there is a place that still remains
Who: Legato and the Fifth Doctor
What: Waking up from a long nap
When: September 18th
Where: TARDIS
Rating: PG-13
Sooner or later, he had to wake up.
The gunshot wound didn't kill him, and there was just enough of his mind leftover from the Doctors' invasion to slowly piece itself back together, so... the sluggish current of time had no choice but to eventually carry him to the edge of the black-- washing up on shore, exhausted and half-ruined from his time spent adrift.
His eyes slid open before he was really awake, bringing him bumping into the realm of consciousness without his notice. Just going from one sea of detached sensations to another, this one no more or less real than the fragments he'd been floating on for the past few weeks. Everything that the Time Lords had flooded his mind with, diluting it, overlapped with what he was experiencing now.
It was a seamless transition from endless black to nearly-endless white, mostly silence but with the buzz of... something. He could feel it, almost hear it, busying along on the other side of some wall. Something like trying to listen to a conversation happening on the other side of the room, his mind reflexively drifts to it without thought. Just listening, as the rest of his mind quietly goes about the task of preparing to properly wake.
What: Waking up from a long nap
When: September 18th
Where: TARDIS
Rating: PG-13
Sooner or later, he had to wake up.
The gunshot wound didn't kill him, and there was just enough of his mind leftover from the Doctors' invasion to slowly piece itself back together, so... the sluggish current of time had no choice but to eventually carry him to the edge of the black-- washing up on shore, exhausted and half-ruined from his time spent adrift.
His eyes slid open before he was really awake, bringing him bumping into the realm of consciousness without his notice. Just going from one sea of detached sensations to another, this one no more or less real than the fragments he'd been floating on for the past few weeks. Everything that the Time Lords had flooded his mind with, diluting it, overlapped with what he was experiencing now.
It was a seamless transition from endless black to nearly-endless white, mostly silence but with the buzz of... something. He could feel it, almost hear it, busying along on the other side of some wall. Something like trying to listen to a conversation happening on the other side of the room, his mind reflexively drifts to it without thought. Just listening, as the rest of his mind quietly goes about the task of preparing to properly wake.