didn't imagine this, couldn't have fathomed this [closed/incomplete]
WHO: Shilo Wallace [needleinabug] and the Doctor [wotwottimespot]
WHAT: Sad Shilo is sad and freezing to death. Doctor-dad to the rescue!
WHERE: Some alleyway. Somewhere.
WHEN: Oh god I don't even know. So very backdated. Backdated to just after Shi's vision.
needleinabug: Shilo hadn't been able to move from the place she'd fallen, regardless of the snow. She sat with her back to the alley wall, arms wrapped tight around her knees. The cold wind stung the tears on her cheeks. She clutched her journal in one hand, waiting for someone to come find her and not much caring if they didn't.
wotwottimespot: He had a little bit of an inkling she was going to do something unreasonable like run about in the snow. The girl seemed like a stubborn one, and the Doctor had enough experience with stubborn girls to know that she was the reckless type, and that going out to look for her was the best way to deal with all of this.
So he went out, striding purposefully if not running, not stopping until he found the girl huddled in the alleyway, half frozen to death.
"SHILO."
Oh yes, he was yellling. But angry yelling would come later, when the worry over her extremities faded substantially.
needleinabug: The shout made her jump a little. She looked up to see the Doctor standing in the entrance to the alleyway. Oh. Someone cared. Somehow it didn't make her feel any better.
She was here in Rivelata without him. But before? Before she could hope that he'd show up. Mag did. Now what hope was there?
"Hi." she said finally, voice numb and face expressionless.
wotwottimespot: The Doctor hurried over, immediately taking off his coat and draping it about her shoulders. Deciding it might not be the best idea to move her just yet - she wouldn't come, likely, anyway - he sat down beside her, drawing his own knees up to his chest and cuddling them.
"What're you doing out here, eh? Vision or no, cold's cold!"
needleinabug: Shilo wrapped the coat closer around her, still refusing to let herself break down. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She wasn't she wasn't she wasn't.
She hid her face, letting only her eyes peek out from behind her knees. "It doesn't matter anymore."
wotwottimespot: "Hey... hey, listen here." He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "If it's anything at all, it matters. You wouldn't be out in the cold like a lunatic crying if it didn't matter."
The Doctor reached into his pocket and fished out a hanky - clean, of course, he wouldn't give her a soiled one! - and handed it to Shilo.
"There, mop yourself up a bit, it'll be alright... come on on, Shilo, you're freezing to death here. The least you could do is talk to me."
needleinabug: Shilo scrubbed at her cheeks with the handkerchief. She didn't want to talk about it, that would just make it hurt more, but-
But she knew she needed to. She had to get this off her chest, and the Doctor cared enough to listen.
"There was so much blood..." she murmured. "Everywhere, all over the stage... all over me, I must've been lying in it, and Dad-" She choked back a sob, clenching her eyes shut to keep any tears from escaping.
wotwottimespot: "There, there, hush that crying..." Immediately, the Doctor wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, rocking her gently. "It's alright, it was only a vision. Just tell me what it is, work it out slowly, and we'll figure this out, alright?"
He was almost at a loss, really. He had dealt with people dealing with loss before, and of course he knew what it was like. He had lost all sorts of people - fathers, mothers, friends, family, neighbors - in the Time War, after all. But comforting someone like this, comforting a teenage girl like this, wasn't his forte.
needleinabug: She tried to compose herself enough to keep talking, at least. "Dad was lying there... he'd been shot, but I don't remember who did it, and everyone was watching and-"
And she remembered what he'd been wearing. The helmet wasn't there, but only one person wore a coat like that. She bit her lip. I'm not going to believe it until he tells me himself.
wotwottimespot: "There... it's alright," he said, as soothingly as possible, as he rocked her and held her and tried to calm her down. Guns. He'd always hated guns, and this was the reason. They always hurt. Almost always killed. They were nothing but destruction, guns, and the Doctor would have nothing to do with them.
"You don't know for sure it will happen. Or has, even. Is there... anything else? Anything that's bothering you?"
WHAT: Sad Shilo is sad and freezing to death. Doctor-dad to the rescue!
WHERE: Some alleyway. Somewhere.
WHEN: Oh god I don't even know. So very backdated. Backdated to just after Shi's vision.
needleinabug: Shilo hadn't been able to move from the place she'd fallen, regardless of the snow. She sat with her back to the alley wall, arms wrapped tight around her knees. The cold wind stung the tears on her cheeks. She clutched her journal in one hand, waiting for someone to come find her and not much caring if they didn't.
wotwottimespot: He had a little bit of an inkling she was going to do something unreasonable like run about in the snow. The girl seemed like a stubborn one, and the Doctor had enough experience with stubborn girls to know that she was the reckless type, and that going out to look for her was the best way to deal with all of this.
So he went out, striding purposefully if not running, not stopping until he found the girl huddled in the alleyway, half frozen to death.
"SHILO."
Oh yes, he was yellling. But angry yelling would come later, when the worry over her extremities faded substantially.
needleinabug: The shout made her jump a little. She looked up to see the Doctor standing in the entrance to the alleyway. Oh. Someone cared. Somehow it didn't make her feel any better.
She was here in Rivelata without him. But before? Before she could hope that he'd show up. Mag did. Now what hope was there?
"Hi." she said finally, voice numb and face expressionless.
wotwottimespot: The Doctor hurried over, immediately taking off his coat and draping it about her shoulders. Deciding it might not be the best idea to move her just yet - she wouldn't come, likely, anyway - he sat down beside her, drawing his own knees up to his chest and cuddling them.
"What're you doing out here, eh? Vision or no, cold's cold!"
needleinabug: Shilo wrapped the coat closer around her, still refusing to let herself break down. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She wasn't she wasn't she wasn't.
She hid her face, letting only her eyes peek out from behind her knees. "It doesn't matter anymore."
wotwottimespot: "Hey... hey, listen here." He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "If it's anything at all, it matters. You wouldn't be out in the cold like a lunatic crying if it didn't matter."
The Doctor reached into his pocket and fished out a hanky - clean, of course, he wouldn't give her a soiled one! - and handed it to Shilo.
"There, mop yourself up a bit, it'll be alright... come on on, Shilo, you're freezing to death here. The least you could do is talk to me."
needleinabug: Shilo scrubbed at her cheeks with the handkerchief. She didn't want to talk about it, that would just make it hurt more, but-
But she knew she needed to. She had to get this off her chest, and the Doctor cared enough to listen.
"There was so much blood..." she murmured. "Everywhere, all over the stage... all over me, I must've been lying in it, and Dad-" She choked back a sob, clenching her eyes shut to keep any tears from escaping.
wotwottimespot: "There, there, hush that crying..." Immediately, the Doctor wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, rocking her gently. "It's alright, it was only a vision. Just tell me what it is, work it out slowly, and we'll figure this out, alright?"
He was almost at a loss, really. He had dealt with people dealing with loss before, and of course he knew what it was like. He had lost all sorts of people - fathers, mothers, friends, family, neighbors - in the Time War, after all. But comforting someone like this, comforting a teenage girl like this, wasn't his forte.
needleinabug: She tried to compose herself enough to keep talking, at least. "Dad was lying there... he'd been shot, but I don't remember who did it, and everyone was watching and-"
And she remembered what he'd been wearing. The helmet wasn't there, but only one person wore a coat like that. She bit her lip. I'm not going to believe it until he tells me himself.
wotwottimespot: "There... it's alright," he said, as soothingly as possible, as he rocked her and held her and tried to calm her down. Guns. He'd always hated guns, and this was the reason. They always hurt. Almost always killed. They were nothing but destruction, guns, and the Doctor would have nothing to do with them.
"You don't know for sure it will happen. Or has, even. Is there... anything else? Anything that's bothering you?"