In hindsight he probably should have seen it coming. After all, he had met Ianto-during-those-three-weeks a few months before. Before he'd ever actually started traveling with Ianto, wasn't it? It was hard to remember, presumably one of those side-effects of having saved him in the first place. Had it even really happened to him? Oh well, not something to worry too much about now, as there was nothing to be done about it.
Ianto wants him to take some time to travel on his own. He can do that. Can't he? Yes, yes he's traveled by himself before. Not... very often, but it has happened. But where to go? All the places he can think to visit are placed he thinks would be better to wait for Ianto to see. Eventually he settles on going to the Eye of Orion. He'll figure out where to go after that.
Roughly two or three days (depending on if you go by Gallifreyan or Earth time, that is) later he decides he's had enough of this, and sets coordinates to go pick Ianto back up. Ianto had specified 'days' first. It had been a few
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Ianto is asleep on a small bed in the corner when the villagers enter the home with the Doctor. The sunlight from the open door makes him stir, but the first correct pronunciation of his name in two weeks makes him start awake. He blinks at the Doctor and moves to look at his watch, floundering when he remembers that he hasn't worn one in a while. Has it really been three weeks(ish)? Well, he won't question the Doctor's punctuality. This time.
He sits up on his elbows and squints in the sunlight, grinning. "That time already?" He was going to try 'hello' and then maybe 'I missed you', but... well, he decided against it.
The first fisherman gapes at Ianto, having recognized the words he speaks for the first time in three weeks. "You speak our language?" he asks.
Ianto stares for a moment and then laughs, shifting until the sun isn't in his eyes. Finally, a translation circuit nearby. "I've... picked up a few words, yeah."
"Ah, yes," the Doctor tells to Ianto, only a bit embarrassed. "I wasn't thinking at the time about the language barrier. I'm sorry, I should have picked somewhere else."
"I'm terribly sorry to break up such a happy reunion," one of the men speaks up, "But, you claimed to be a healer, didn't you? We have been so terribly worried about him, perhaps there is something you could do about his treems? As you can see he--"
"Yes, yes I do see." The Doctor tries his very hardest to not laugh. Thankfully he succeeds, though not without a rather silly grin on his face. "Here," he fishes his bag of jelly babies out of a pocket and hands it to Ianto. "Take two once a day."
Yes, he probably should explain that there actually wasn't anything wrong with Ianto, but that would take entirely too long, and he wasn't hurting anything, so why not have a little fun?
Ianto takes the bag, bemused, and searches for a red jelly baby, popping it into his mouth. He hasn't a clue what's going on, but the Doctor is smiling so it can't be all that bad. "Cheers. And this is because of..."
"The treems," the man from earlier repeats, breathing a sigh of relief and coming forward to grasp the Doctor's elbow. "You have our most gracious thanks, Doctor. We were afraid he'd never be cured. Would you like some te?"
Ianto, who has been frowning into the bag of jelly babies (and helping himself to a few more - Doctor's orders and all) and mouthing the word 'treems' to himself, suddenly comes to a realization. "Oh, my--" My dreams. "My... treems. Yes, er, thank you, Doctor, I feel much better
( ... )
The Doctor sits down beside Ianto, reaching over to grab a handful of jelly babies for himself.
"Yes, quite a remarkable race," the Doctor says, popping two of the candies into his mouth. "With the not sleeping thing, and all. Very rare. Even Time Lords have to sleep eventually, but not these people."
He tosses the last jelly baby in his hand into his mouth, and reaches to get another handful. "So, yes. I quite imagine the idea of you needing sleep would be rather difficult for them to understand."
"I thought it might have something to do with the fact that there's no night." Ianto might emphasize that no night thing just a little, because has he mentioned that there's always at least one sun in the sky? Always? "Evolution or something."
He picks a green jelly baby and holds the bag between them to better facilitate their sharing. "I had a hard enough time explaining what I wanted in the first place - someplace dark, for no one to bother me - and then I wake up with them all crowded around staring at me. I think they thought I was dead. I told them it was dreams. I wondered why they kept saying that, treems... should've guessed, really. They mispronounce a lot of things I say, bless them
( ... )
The kiss is unexpected, in the middle of this random house, but certainly nothing he would object to. After all, they were married... sort of, and though he couldn't be entirely certain of how open to such things this culture was, nobody else was around to see them, so it didn't matter either way.
"I've missed you too," he says, hugging Ianto. "So what have you been up to these weeks? Other than sleeping and not speaking their language, that is."
"Sleeping... not speaking their language, a little eating, some walking around." And a little unexpected side trip to Venice, but Ianto won't mention that until the Doctor remembers it. "It was... nice."
And by nice, of course, Ianto means rather boring. Teaching them to make tea, that was an adventure, but most of it was... boring. He needed boring.
The fisherman's wife enters the room with two cups of tea, beaming at her guests. "You're lucky, Eeanto, that I already had water over the fire." She hands one cup to the Doctor and the other to Ianto, patting Ianto's cheek as she does. "This will put some color in your cheeks. You're paler than the sand! Who's your guest
( ... )
"It is a pleasure to meet you," the Doctor says to Laila. With a polite little "ah, thank you," he accepts the tea. It's not the best tea he's ever had (not nearly sweet enough), but considering this planet isn't supposed to know what it is yet, he's grateful.
He smiles at the woman. "I really must thank you for taking such good care of my friend while he was here." Of course, he's just assuming she took good care of Ianto. But it seems like a good guess, since Ianto doesn't seem like someone who's been mistreated. And she brought them both tea.
"Oh, it was no trouble at all, Doctor," she assures him, in that way very hospitable people tend to do. "Eeanto has been a wonderful help with the baby. Even if he couldn't speak properly."
Ianto wants him to take some time to travel on his own. He can do that. Can't he? Yes, yes he's traveled by himself before. Not... very often, but it has happened. But where to go? All the places he can think to visit are placed he thinks would be better to wait for Ianto to see. Eventually he settles on going to the Eye of Orion. He'll figure out where to go after that.
Roughly two or three days (depending on if you go by Gallifreyan or Earth time, that is) later he decides he's had enough of this, and sets coordinates to go pick Ianto back up. Ianto had specified 'days' first. It had been a few ( ... )
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He sits up on his elbows and squints in the sunlight, grinning. "That time already?" He was going to try 'hello' and then maybe 'I missed you', but... well, he decided against it.
The first fisherman gapes at Ianto, having recognized the words he speaks for the first time in three weeks. "You speak our language?" he asks.
Ianto stares for a moment and then laughs, shifting until the sun isn't in his eyes. Finally, a translation circuit nearby. "I've... picked up a few words, yeah."
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"I'm terribly sorry to break up such a happy reunion," one of the men speaks up, "But, you claimed to be a healer, didn't you? We have been so terribly worried about him, perhaps there is something you could do about his treems? As you can see he--"
"Yes, yes I do see." The Doctor tries his very hardest to not laugh. Thankfully he succeeds, though not without a rather silly grin on his face. "Here," he fishes his bag of jelly babies out of a pocket and hands it to Ianto. "Take two once a day."
Yes, he probably should explain that there actually wasn't anything wrong with Ianto, but that would take entirely too long, and he wasn't hurting anything, so why not have a little fun?
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"The treems," the man from earlier repeats, breathing a sigh of relief and coming forward to grasp the Doctor's elbow. "You have our most gracious thanks, Doctor. We were afraid he'd never be cured. Would you like some te?"
Ianto, who has been frowning into the bag of jelly babies (and helping himself to a few more - Doctor's orders and all) and mouthing the word 'treems' to himself, suddenly comes to a realization. "Oh, my--" My dreams. "My... treems. Yes, er, thank you, Doctor, I feel much better ( ... )
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"Yes, quite a remarkable race," the Doctor says, popping two of the candies into his mouth. "With the not sleeping thing, and all. Very rare. Even Time Lords have to sleep eventually, but not these people."
He tosses the last jelly baby in his hand into his mouth, and reaches to get another handful. "So, yes. I quite imagine the idea of you needing sleep would be rather difficult for them to understand."
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He picks a green jelly baby and holds the bag between them to better facilitate their sharing. "I had a hard enough time explaining what I wanted in the first place - someplace dark, for no one to bother me - and then I wake up with them all crowded around staring at me. I think they thought I was dead. I told them it was dreams. I wondered why they kept saying that, treems... should've guessed, really. They mispronounce a lot of things I say, bless them ( ... )
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"I've missed you too," he says, hugging Ianto. "So what have you been up to these weeks? Other than sleeping and not speaking their language, that is."
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And by nice, of course, Ianto means rather boring. Teaching them to make tea, that was an adventure, but most of it was... boring. He needed boring.
The fisherman's wife enters the room with two cups of tea, beaming at her guests. "You're lucky, Eeanto, that I already had water over the fire." She hands one cup to the Doctor and the other to Ianto, patting Ianto's cheek as she does. "This will put some color in your cheeks. You're paler than the sand! Who's your guest ( ... )
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He smiles at the woman. "I really must thank you for taking such good care of my friend while he was here." Of course, he's just assuming she took good care of Ianto. But it seems like a good guess, since Ianto doesn't seem like someone who's been mistreated. And she brought them both tea.
"Oh, it was no trouble at all, Doctor," she assures him, in that way very hospitable people tend to do. "Eeanto has been a wonderful help with the baby. Even if he couldn't speak properly."
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