"Set An Extra Place For Dinner!" Who: Doctor (me), Theta (handoften ), Alt Ianto (stopwatchlover ...also me) Why: The Doctor brings home a stray. The Valeyard was NOT kind.
Something had happened tonight, something that had upset Theta greatly and driven him back into being the cold beast that he was back when he had first arrived. The Storm was alive and spinning behind his eyes, not really seeing either of the Time Lords but instead the bundle of person.
"I'll take him. You two go and get cleaned up. Go to bed. I will be there soon enough."
His flat and monotone voice didn't seem to be inviting discussion on this matter.
The Doctor didn't feel much like talking either. He needed a bath. A real one. He needed to wash off the blood, get a milkshake he could enjoy, and sleep. If he could sleep. The Valeyard kept away the Box, but the Master could do that too. And if Theta joined them...
That actually rewarded the monotoned man a smile, even if he didn't appreciate it. Handing over the moaning Welshman, he placed a hand on Theta's shoulder and kissed his ear.
"Right smell, very good," he whispered. "I missed the strawberries."
And then he left Theta alone with the Welshman. If he had been thinking clearly, the Doctor would have just let him outside. It would have been kinder.
"Thank you," Theta whispered. He had to be in the right frame of mind for this, to do what was needed to someone like Ianto Jones. Right now, he couldn't afford to be broken out of that.
"I'll see you in a bit."
Once the pair were gone, Theta dropped into his chair by the console. Hands that were deceptively gentle reached down to take Ianto's in his own. A low clink could be heard as he drew something from his pocket. A snap-hiss followed. The space of a few seconds followed before what would have felt like a white-hot darning needle was shoved into the sensitive skin between Ianto's forefinger and thumb. It was an old trick to bring someone back to consciousness.
Theta's other hand held tight to what he helped were Ianto's broken fingers.
Time to wake up indeed! The cry was not quite as soft as one might expect from a person in this condition. Ianto's throat was much too raw. The Doctor was well beyond hearing any of this, and even if he wasn't, the TARDIS was forever on Theta's side, knowing instinctively how to help and hinder whomever Theta wished.
The flutter of blue eyes was incomplete at first but by the time fresh blood flowed, he was wriggling about, good and awake. Throat dry, he glanced around his surroundings and if he had any tears left to cry, he might have taken up bawling like a baby.
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Something had happened tonight, something that had upset Theta greatly and driven him back into being the cold beast that he was back when he had first arrived. The Storm was alive and spinning behind his eyes, not really seeing either of the Time Lords but instead the bundle of person.
"I'll take him. You two go and get cleaned up. Go to bed. I will be there soon enough."
His flat and monotone voice didn't seem to be inviting discussion on this matter.
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That actually rewarded the monotoned man a smile, even if he didn't appreciate it. Handing over the moaning Welshman, he placed a hand on Theta's shoulder and kissed his ear.
"Right smell, very good," he whispered. "I missed the strawberries."
And then he left Theta alone with the Welshman. If he had been thinking clearly, the Doctor would have just let him outside. It would have been kinder.
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"I'll see you in a bit."
Once the pair were gone, Theta dropped into his chair by the console. Hands that were deceptively gentle reached down to take Ianto's in his own. A low clink could be heard as he drew something from his pocket. A snap-hiss followed. The space of a few seconds followed before what would have felt like a white-hot darning needle was shoved into the sensitive skin between Ianto's forefinger and thumb. It was an old trick to bring someone back to consciousness.
Theta's other hand held tight to what he helped were Ianto's broken fingers.
"Time to wake up!" he cheerfully announced.
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The flutter of blue eyes was incomplete at first but by the time fresh blood flowed, he was wriggling about, good and awake. Throat dry, he glanced around his surroundings and if he had any tears left to cry, he might have taken up bawling like a baby.
The Red TARDIS was not his friend.
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