It's the fear...

[liesarethetruth]

Who: Holen and The Doctor
What:  The Doctor finds Holen simply intruiging...
When: Soon after Holen's arrival 
Where: The upstairs corridors
Rating: PG - language 
Notes: Apologising for language in advance~

Head in arms, Holen slunk down the wall with a thump, pulling her knees up and allowing her blond hair to dust it gently. She missed 'Home' and it

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[findmeaning]

Lately, the Doctor had taken to pacing the corridors between fixing the TARDIS- well, he had been briefly down to the bar and then come back up again, but the fact sill remained that he seemed to enjoy pacing corridors for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps it just gave him a different place to think.

Thus, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he walked, his face in concentration. He'd managed to get that spanner off Naomi... but there'd be no difference to the TARDIS. It was still unresponding to his requests. Which was somewhat problematic.

If it wasn't for the sigh alongside him, the Doctor wouldn't have stopped and looked to his side, downwards, and he wouldn't have spotted the young - boy? - sitting on the floor.

It took him all of two seconds to figure out who it was. The one he'd spoken to earlier-

"Hmm. I would say 'of all the places to meet', but that's wrong around here. There's only so many places I could run into someone."

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Holen, suprised at The doctor's appearance, turned her eyes to look up in shock. Seeing who it was, she gave an inward sigh and turned her features to that of a scowl.

Holen didn't want to speak to ANYONE at the moment: Especially the man who annoyed her the most,especially how he was completely unafraid of her...

It was with letting guards down that things became especially dangerous....

" I advise you to let me be..."

Hopefully he'd take the hint.

[findmeaning]

The Doctor shrugged nonchalantly, before he viewed her with slight narrow eyes. "If you give me your name, I may concider it," he said slowly. Well. Fleetingly concider as in five seconds and then staying put. There was just something about Holen.. something that really did interest him. Perhaps it was the slight hold of telepathy he had a hold of, but something was amiss.

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Bastard...

Hating that half-eyed, inquisitive look he held on her which she saw from the corner of her eye; she grunted out her name.
" Holen.."

Holen glared into the wall, pulling herself into a tighter ball. He'd better leave. Now.