Altered History: Time Trials (9/11)
Title: Time Trials
Series: Altered History
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: T/M (dark Doctor, character death, extreme danger)
Summary: Eight does not want to answer a mysterious - and diverted - call to come to The Library, but Donna won't let him shirk his duty. Yet the dangers there echo ones from the past, and the Doctor has never been so close to ( Read more... )
Series: Altered History
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: T/M (dark Doctor, character death, extreme danger)
Summary: Eight does not want to answer a mysterious - and diverted - call to come to The Library, but Donna won't let him shirk his duty. Yet the dangers there echo ones from the past, and the Doctor has never been so close to ( Read more... )
He led the Humans in turning to look at the TARDIS. The doors opened, and the Eleventh Doctor stood in his borrowed clothes, grinning.
“Did you miss me?” he said, carefree.
SO have the Doctor and Donna binged on Sherlock then and he’s being tongue in cheek by using Moriarty’s phrasing before Sherlock even came out? That and I think that he’s still a wee bit out of it…
Tea! That's all I needed, a good cup of tea! Super-heated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for healing the synapses.”
Eight face-palmed himself. “Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!”
“It had to happen this way, I'm afraid,” Eleven explained, as if telling him to not be so hard on himself.
*snickers* at least Eight’s head is still attached (though trying to get straight/any answers from Rose would distract anyone)…though if it didn’t have to happen this way I’d assume that the Time Ladies would have included both Eleven and Eight’s favorite tea blends in the medical bag…plus Eleven being out of it so long definitely gave Rose enough rope to hang herself…
“Am I ginger?”
Eight groaned under his breath. “Now I suddenly understand why some of my companions thought I looked silly asking that.”
Rose glanced at Eight in confusion before looking back at Eleven. “No, you're just sort of brown.”
Eleven frowned. “I wanted to be ginger. I've never been ginger. And you, Rose Tyler, fat lot of good you were.” He pointed at her accusingly. “You gave up on me. Oh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now, am I? Rude. Rude and not ginger.”
Hopefully, for Eleven’s life expectancy’s sake he is only rude to those that actually deserve it…if he gives Donna that lip he’ll likely re-learn to fear her slapping him…
“I'm him. I'm literally him. Same man, new face. Well, new everything.”
“Did you have to go there?” Eight muttered, only earning a cheeky grin from Eleven. Of all the innuendos he had to pick up on, and he had learned quite a few after an entire evening at the Tyler flat, it was that one. Lovely. And, as the cherry on top, Eleven had nearly told them who he was. His only hope was that Rose might be too shocked from Eleven calling her out on her behavior to have noticed.
I’m assuming that Eleven has likely learned a lot more innuendos and dirty talk since being married to Donna…
“You're controlling all the A Positives,” Eleven continued, speaking once again to the Sycorax. “Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem. Because I really don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a great big threatening button which should never be pressed, then I just want to do this.”
He hit the button.
If he wasn’t lying right there about not knowing when to stop then I’m thinking before Eleven goes out on any further adventures with Rose that he needs to first have a few adventures with Donna or some of their older children to have someone trustworthy to help stop him if needed until he actually knows what his limits should be…
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