[32] time after time

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[Voice.]

[The Doctor comes on the line and it's almost hard to recognize that it's him. The usual cheery arrogance is completely gone, replaced by a maniac fear. He seems to be unsure of where he is or whom he is speaking to.]Hello! Is anyone there?! Don't just stand around, answer the bloody phone

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[spaceshadowfax]

[Her idiot has been in the garage all day. The least she can do is bring him something to eat...mayonnaise, mustard and pickle sandwiches are a good lunch, right?]

Doctor, if you're done fiddling with my box I brought you something- [Blood. Why is there so much blood? On the walls, the floor, her box, her Doctor-] Doctor! [She's kneeling at his side in an instant.]

[spaceshadowfax]

[She's gentle with him, carefully wiping away the blood on and around his cuts. There's more than she thought and it's honestly making her a little queasy.]

Dare I ask what triggered this?

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[He's looking a bit queasy too.]

I saw him. Or... thought I did. But it was just me. Suppose I deserved it anyway.

[spaceshadowfax]

Him? There have been a lot of 'hims' in our time together. [She starts on his face now, scrubbing harder to get off the stains.] Don't be ridiculous. [She can think of very few people who deserve to write the time and location of their own death in their own blood.]

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Him.

The Valeyard.

[spaceshadowfax]

Oh.

[It's been...how long has it been since she's heard that name? Since before the Time War at least. She goes quiet, dabbing at a spot on his cheek.]

He can't really be here though...can he?

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...He's always here. Inside me. A part of me I can't control.