Something About Stars (1/20)
Brem Tyler staggered slightly but still managed to hit the correct button, and in any other circumstances he would have been very proud of his excellent flying skills, if he did say so himself, but in these circumstances he could do little more than lean on the console of his TARDIS and close his eyes and take a very deep breath and hope she’d grant him a nice, easy, smooth flight, without emergencies.
Because, at the moment, Brem was doubtful of his ability to get to the other side of the console.
The landing seemed to jerk him awake, and he wondered if he’d been sleeping, or just not paying attention, and how long had passed, and how bloody far away the stupid door to his TARDIS was. He swore in Gallifreyan, and gathered every last bit of energy he could. He felt very scattered, and to focus on the act of walking exhausted him. He half-slumped against the door, before pushing it open.
He’d almost forgotten where he was going, until, dimly, he heard Matt’s voice say, “Brem?”
Ah, he thought. Perfect landing. Then the world seemed to tip a bit. Tip…sideways. Actually, it might be that he was lying on the floor.
“Brem,” said Matt again, and now he was fussing, pushing Brem’s hand away from his abdomen, and Brem wanted to tell him that that hurt a great deal, but it suddenly seemed to hurt less. He wondered fuzzily if he was going to lose consciousness. He heard Matt swear, although not in Gallifreyan. “What the hell happened?”
Was that alarm? Panic? Brem thought maybe he was going to lose consciousness, and that would be kind of nice. When he woke up, Matt would be calmer, and things would be less fuzzy. This loss of consciousness idea was a good idea.
“Hey.” Matt’s voice was sharp, and he felt Matt slap his cheek, which caused his eyes to fly open, although it wasn’t quite worth the effort of telling Matt that had been totally uncalled for, especially when the loss of consciousness thing had been very alluringly close. “Brem, you need to tell me what happened to you, or I can’t help, right? I only know Earth-based medicine, remember? What do I do for you? What happened to you? Tell me.”
Brem realized, suddenly, abruptly, with a brief burst of panic, that he was going to lose consciousness whether he wanted to or not. Blackness seemed to be nibbling at him, cutting him off from the comforting family presences in his head, a sensation rather like a numbness of awareness. He knew he should help Matt at the same moment that he realized he wasn’t going to be able to. “Daleks,” he mumbled, and then everything went black.
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Because, at the moment, Brem was doubtful of his ability to get to the other side of the console.
The landing seemed to jerk him awake, and he wondered if he’d been sleeping, or just not paying attention, and how long had passed, and how bloody far away the stupid door to his TARDIS was. He swore in Gallifreyan, and gathered every last bit of energy he could. He felt very scattered, and to focus on the act of walking exhausted him. He half-slumped against the door, before pushing it open.
He’d almost forgotten where he was going, until, dimly, he heard Matt’s voice say, “Brem?”
Ah, he thought. Perfect landing. Then the world seemed to tip a bit. Tip…sideways. Actually, it might be that he was lying on the floor.
“Brem,” said Matt again, and now he was fussing, pushing Brem’s hand away from his abdomen, and Brem wanted to tell him that that hurt a great deal, but it suddenly seemed to hurt less. He wondered fuzzily if he was going to lose consciousness. He heard Matt swear, although not in Gallifreyan. “What the hell happened?”
Was that alarm? Panic? Brem thought maybe he was going to lose consciousness, and that would be kind of nice. When he woke up, Matt would be calmer, and things would be less fuzzy. This loss of consciousness idea was a good idea.
“Hey.” Matt’s voice was sharp, and he felt Matt slap his cheek, which caused his eyes to fly open, although it wasn’t quite worth the effort of telling Matt that had been totally uncalled for, especially when the loss of consciousness thing had been very alluringly close. “Brem, you need to tell me what happened to you, or I can’t help, right? I only know Earth-based medicine, remember? What do I do for you? What happened to you? Tell me.”
Brem realized, suddenly, abruptly, with a brief burst of panic, that he was going to lose consciousness whether he wanted to or not. Blackness seemed to be nibbling at him, cutting him off from the comforting family presences in his head, a sensation rather like a numbness of awareness. He knew he should help Matt at the same moment that he realized he wasn’t going to be able to. “Daleks,” he mumbled, and then everything went black.
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