Open Hearts and Dark Theatres [RP for aces_are_rare]

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It had been four days since their first 'date,' and the Doctor still found most of his thoughts focused on what had transpired between them. It was a curious thing, really; he'd loved her for so long, silently, and had nearly accepted the fact that it would remain that way. Now, however, he found himself grateful for the feeling of liberation it

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A frown flickered briefly across Ace's face, both at the Professor's words and the things he didn't say. She knew by now better to think that she could ever understand all that went on in the Time Lord's mind, but that didn't stop her from feeling left out sometimes. She knew, too, that he tried to protect her from things, but didn't lie to her the way he once had. He had his secrets, though, just as she had hers; there were a few things they would never share with each other. They shared the rest, and that was enough.

I believe you, she said with her eyes and a touch of her fingers to his cheek. Then, with a smile to match his own, she moved so she stood at his side, her own fingers touching the console lightly.

"Yeah, we do." She moved hesitantly, pressing a button here, a lever there without the instinct and grace that the Professor used when programming the console. But she knew enough to set the place (London) and the year,(October 1993) and hoped she was close enough the the right hour (late afternoon.) With fingers crossed she touched a bit of the console free of buttons.

"Are you ready?"

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With his hands looped together casually behind his back, the Doctor watched--with some degree of unmistakable pride--as Ace programmed the TARDIS to take them where she wanted to go. He might have whistled, he was feeling so oddly whimsical, and eager.

"Quite ready. And quite curious," he added. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise for you to tell me just what you've planned, but I must confess to being quite anxious for finding out."

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"You know what they say about curiousity," Ace muttered, her attention on the console. It wasn't often that she programmed a flight, and even less often that he remained silent and didn't offer 'advice.' Finally she decided that any more tinkering was only going to make them wind up in Timbucktoo so she pressed the button that would start their journey. Ace grinned when the time rotor rose and fell, and leaned over to buss the Professor on the cheek before slipping her hand into his.

"I'm going to show you what a completely average human date is," she explained as she led him over to the door. A quick peek out revealed that either they had arrived where she intended or there was a planet somewhere that looked just like London. What that entailed, of course, she was going to let him find out.

Deciding to make sure the date started out right she locked the TARDIS door behind them but didn't let the Professor step away from the blue box before leaning in and covering his lips with her own. And she didn't give a damn if all of London was watching.

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He did know what they said about curiosity, but he'd never much cared for the opinions of others, particularly when they were wrong, and they inevitably were. Still, he'd always enjoyed the chance to surprise Ace, so he had no desire to persist in questioning the nature of this trip, content to allow her to be secretive. Her mention of an 'average human date' raised his eyebrow, but he smirked. Her kiss, however, made him smile softly. He responded in kind, squeezing her hand.

"Well, Ace, as you seem to know precisely what you're doing, I'll let you lead me this time," the Doctor's smile widened.

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"Because you always know what you're doing when you lead the way?" Ace said, teasingly. She looked around to get her bearings, and was well pleased to find that she had landed them on Chaning Court Road, just a few blocks from the theatre. Looping her arm through his she started walking.

The area was bustling with life, from the naive tourists with their maps and cameras to the artists drawing quick sketches for a fiver to the business men calmly waving for cabs. When they passed a saxophonist on one street corner Ace reached into her pocket and tossed a few crumpled notes into the open case before him.

"We used to skive off and come down here, when I was a teenager," she commented when she saw the glowing sign for the Leicester Square tube station. "Forty-five minutes and one transfer station and we could be away from Perivale for a whole day. Longer, sometimes, if we found someone local to crash with. The Prince Charlie was a different sort of theatre back then - strictly over eighteen, and they carded - but there were a million other things to do here. Plus there are so many tourists that the truant officers stay away from here."

The place was cleaner then she remembered, but other then that little had changed. The air smelled of fried dough, thanks to the vendors on almost every corner. Even though the sun was just beginning to set there was neon lighting blazing everywhere, and at the end of the square a large marque hung above the Prince Charles Cinema. It proudly proclaimed "sod the sunshine, come in and sit in the dark." Ace laughed

"Care for sommit deep fried and horribly bad for you, Professor?" she asked as they passed a cart selling doughnuts, fried mars bars, twinkies, and pickles.

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He felt his protest, to assert that he did always know what he was doing when he led the way, would be lost over the din of the crowd, and somewhat unnecessary at this moment in time. Instead, he took in the sights around him, always appreciative of human forms of entertainment and customs, and listen to Ace talk, always eager to hear about her and her life before him. Her question prompted a grin, as the Doctor simultaneously sniffed the air.

"Oh, you hardly need ask, Ace. You know of my penchant for sweets," he winked at her. "Choose something delightful, whatever you'd like. I'll buy."

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She might have protested that this was her date and she'd pay, but money didn't mean anything between them. In fact she'd never seen fit to question why they always seemed to have enough to pay for what ever they might need, but no more. It didn't matter.

"Two doughnuts, extra sugar," she told the vendor, a rather wide man with white hair and a beard, the sort that small children might confuse for Santa Claus. The pasties, wrapped in tissue paper, were still warm.

"Don't forget to save room for popcorn," she teased as she handed one of the sweets to the Professor, after he had finished paying.

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The Doctor held the doughnut close to his face so that he could savour the smell for a few moments before he took a hearty bite, immensely pleased with the taste filling his mouth. With his mouth too full to speak at the moment, he simply moaned and mumbled his satisfaction, smiling a powdery smile as he worked in swallowing the bite.

At last, he questioned, "And what film will we be viewing today?"

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"One of the bril things about the Prince Charlie is that they show old movies and cult classics, rather then the newest thing." Ace spoke slowly, licking sugar off of her fingers between words.

"I thought about Rocky Horror." It would have been fun to see if she could get him to dance the Time Warp. "But opted for something a little quieter."

As they walked towards the theatre they could make out the writing on the posters that lined the exterior wall. Using the hand that still held half a doughnut Ace pointed to the first poster, and grinned.

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A slow grin, matching Ace's, formed on the Doctor's face. He brushed the excess sugar from his fingers and patted his pockets absently. He couldn't even recall the last time he'd seen a film of any sort, and one of the earlier products of human cinematic ingenuity seemed perfect for a day like this.

"Ah, a frightening little tale of the darker side to existence," his grin widened as he continued, "with intrigue and thrills and a few solid scares. Perfect choice, Ace. When was the last time we watched a film together, anyway? If it's that hard for me to recall, it must've been quite some time ago."

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"2021," she answered. Ace finished the last of her doughnut in a couple of bites and licked the sugar from her mouth, using her finger to brush away the bits she couldn't reach.

"Just before Hex joined us. We were working days at St Garts, and had our evenings free." She had been bored with a week of pretending to be a normal office worker, spending her days combing the computers for information about xenotech, and had talked him into going to see a show. It had been a comedy then, starring some bloke that probably wasn't even born yet. A few years ago, relative time.

"Have you seen this version, then?" Not that it mattered, really, when it came to a classic like Dracula. Plus she wasn't really planning on letting him watch much of the movie. With her arm looped through his she walked up to the ticket booth and asked for two seats.

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"Ah, yes, I remember. Those were charming little...well, I suppose we could call them dates, couldn't we? Though we certainly wouldn't have then," he almost chuckled as he said it, thinking of how desperately fearful he'd been to admit to anything back then. His thoughts had been clear to him for quite some time, but he would've kept them hidden rather than risk losing her completely.

"I have seen this version before. In fact, I attended opening night with Bela Lugosi himself--charming man," the Doctor added, almost whimsical. "We should try Phantom of the Opera sometime, don't you think? Perhaps a nice night at the theatre for that one, dressed to the nines."

He pulled her closer, reaching his free arm around to tap her nose.

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"You can't retroactively call them dates, Professor." She might have stopped there, but a playful little devil sat on her shoulder and she leaned in a little closer to his ear. "Something like dating foreplay, maybe."

She stopped him just inside the lobby and gave him a kiss. Nothing that would raise the eyebrows of their fellow movie goers - not right now, at least - but just a gentle touch of lip to lip. Might be fun, to go to a premire. dressing up had pretty good results, the last time I did it."

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He ducked his head slyly for a moment, an almost mischievous grin crossing his face while he blushed ever so slightly. He recalled with vivid detail what had occurred the last time they both dressed up, and it was enough to make him supremely flushed. The Doctor coughed in an attempt to feign normalcy and clear his thoughts.

"You do have quite the way with words at times, Ace. Dating foreplay? I suppose it makes an odd degree of sense. Well, should we get a bit of popcorn before we wander inside to take our seats?"

Any good film seemed to need a bag of popcorn to accompany it, he thought.

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"I call 'em like I see 'em." Ace was amused to see the Professor's face tinted with red, and couldn't help grinning. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Popcorn would be bril. The big bag, with extra butter of course; there's nothing quite like movie theatre popcorn." She breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar and comforting smells of butter and salt, stale popcorn and slightly musty curtains, liquorice and chocolate. A thousand memories flickered through her mind, all happy. Movies were an escape, growing up. Nothing bad ever happened at the theatre.

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The Doctor paid with ease, taking the bag to allow Ace to lead him. He was surprised to realize that he couldn't recall ever eating popcorn. He hadn't been to many films or theatres on Earth, but there had been a few rare occasions in his past when he'd had the opportunity, and yet he'd never eaten popcorn. It amused him and excited him, and he relished the smell of it.

Conversationally, he decided to inform Ace of his revelation, "You know, I've never had popcorn before. Is it popular with humans?"

As soon as he'd asked the question, he took a moment to glance around, noting the other couples with their bags and even tubs of popcorn.

"I suppose it is," he smiled. "A standard snack indulged in at films, apparently. Well, Ace, do pick us some good seats, won't you?"