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[metacrisis_ten]

Who: The Meta Crisis, Martha Jones, possibly others?
Where: Level Two corridor
What: Normal life resumes and the Doctor's human mind continues to fracture. Eight surfaces to take a gander at the Barge and Martha comes to help.
Warnings: None atm

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[thegooddrjones]

Martha had taken out of her room like a shot as soon as he said what level he had been on. The bag that contained her medical supplies had been taken as soon as he had posted acting so oddly in the Doctor's post. This couldn't be good, this wasn't good at all. She had been worried about him for quite some time, and she had known that there was something with his head and she should have bloody checked on him as soon as she had gotten back to the Barge

[metacrisis_ten]

He turned at the sound of his name, offered a quick smile, turned back to the game and turned to the young woman yet again with a sharp jolt. That earlier feeling of familiarity resurfaced, struggled to solidify itself into something approaching a firm conviction and failed utterly, slipping away to the back of his mind without a sound.

"Miss Jones. Ah," he continued, rolling a pawn around in fingers he hadn't remembered as being so thin before, "Doctor Jones, I take it?" Early 21st century, from the look of her bag and her overall style of dress. He'd bet his last TARDIS key on it. If, erm, he knew where it had got to.

[thegooddrjones]

"Yeah, Doctor Martha Jones. Tends to be just Martha though." Martha watched him for a moment, well, this wasn't good after all. It would have been rather easy to simply blame it upon the Master and coming back addled from port, but he'd been having problems for much longer than that, and she was willing to make a wager that the problems were much longer than he had told her about.

It was clear to her that he wasn't himself, talking about his TARDIS, and a part of her suspected that he wasn't this particular version of himself. Well, maybe. But the Doctor whom she had travelled with, never ever ever would have mentioned Gallifrey, and she thought it to be a safe assumption that he wouldn't even have mentioned it when he was traveling with Rose. She didn't think any of the Doctors would mention it past the Timewar.

She pulled out a scanner, and smiled at him in a worried, absent way. "Can you tell me about yourself, Doctor? I'm going to run this scanner over ya just to make sure everythin' from the regeneration is working out."

[metacrisis_ten]

"Martha it is then!" He smiled, an oddly beatific sort of smile that was best suited for another man's face. The Doctor shook his head next- "That's quite unnecessary, I'm very well done indeed. Tested its mettle in something of a trial by fire- have you ever been to San Francisco, Martha?"

Having made no real physical attempt to stop her, he allowed her to scan him regardless. His heart was racing well above normal, coupled with brain activity that spiked to jagged, erratic levels that nonetheless formed themselves into a recognizable pattern. A clouded image of a Time Lord's mind, on a wavelength the Meta Crisis hadn't registered on since taking his tenth incarnation's regeneration. Burning the candle at both ends, without the parameters in place to keep itself from harm.

"So! All good?" Hopping up, he offered his arm to Martha like a dapper gent. "Care to show a semi-amnesiac around, maybe jog the memory a bit?"

rani thread for whenever y'all are ready.

[rani_ushas]

If either Martha or the Doctor was in any state to notice, they would have heard the Rani arrive before they saw her, the hard soles of her boots clattering loudly on the floor as she ran.

"-out of my way! Martha?" She wheeled around the door and skidded to a stop.

woohoo!

[metacrisis_ten]

Everything had come rushing back, memories of who he was and all the how and why and what that brought him there, as swift and harsh as a slap in the face. Upon reflection he would have preferred it to what he was feeling now. The pinprick of the hypo was a sensation lost in a sea of other, deeper hurts that weren't only physical.

Rose... His stomach clenched, shuddered and promptly revolted against him. The Doctor was thankful he still had enough sense to roll away from Martha, feeling the blood rush to his head when he got sick on the floor.

Dimly, as if from a great distance, he heard the Rani arrive and didn't register it beyond the sound of her voice. The morphine was quick, already dulling the knife edges of pain in his head.

[rani_ushas]

The Rani was at his side in an instant, ignoring the sick on the floor as she tried to get him to lie back again.

"Tell me everything," she snapped to Martha. "What happened, what you've given him-" She bent down to peer into his eyes and pressed two fingers to his throat, seeking his pulse. It was strange, she thought distantly, to only feel a single heartbeat there. "Well? Quickly, woman."

[thegooddrjones]

Martha tried to help the Doctor when he rolled away to vomit, and she put her hands on the Doctor's back quickly. She had been about to call to the Rani when she had come in. "He had left a message on the Fifth Doctor's journal entry, where he clearly wasn't himself. I knew something was wrong and I scanned him. Martha reached for the scanner and offered it to the Rani while at the same time she started to explain. "His brain waves are reading identical with his tenth incarnation. He's been having headaches, but I had no idea they were getting this bad. His heart appears "

A brief pause before she spoke again. "I've given him three ccs of morphine and now I'm going to give him something to stop the nausea." She was competent but concerned as she pressed her finger against the medical chest again.