001 [ holo | sanctuary ] welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

[rereremembered]

He'd helped save scores of worlds and dozens of universes, he'd beaten Elvis in a death match (sort of), he'd wooed more than one alien princess, and now Fitz was going to die in a garage. In Lancashire. The ghost-monster thing screamed again and bore down upon him, its many eyes gleaming, its jaws wide in preparation for biting. Fitz closed his

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[visual]

[selfmadman]

The man who appears on the screen is unshaven, bleary-eyed, and hunched around a glass of something that definitely isn't part of a balanced breakfast. His attention isn't focused wholly on the tablet--his gaze flits restlessly around the darkened room.

"You might want to stay where you are," he says at last.

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[rereremembered]

Fitz leaned his weight against the pedestal, switched his broadcast from holo to visual, and raised his eyebrows. Not the most auspicious of welcomes, this.

"You look a right state there, mate," he said helpfully. "What's going on? Baddies up to no good again?"

[visual] now in the proper tense!

[selfmadman]

Without a hint of self-consciousness Don downed the rest of his drink and swiped a hand across his mouth. He set the glass down heavily.

"It's not safe. There's a..." He discarded 'thing' as too vague, 'giant lizard' as unbelievable, and dismissed 'dragon' out of hand. "Wild animal on the loose."

A pause. "Again?"

[visual] pfft, don't worry, I just always default to past

[rereremembered]

Really any of those explanations would have been acceptable: Fitz had been hunted by tigers once and dinosaurs twice, mugged by a unicorn, and on one regretable occasion captured, stripped naked, and kept in a cage full of squeaky toys by space poodles. Still, the warning was appreciated.

"Wild animal? I'll keep an eye out." At the moment he was more concerned with getting down the steps to the door. Should he chance hopping or just scoot down on his arse? "And yeah, you know, bloody hamsters mucking about, or...someone getitng bored and deciding to wreck havok. That sort of thing."

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[whoneedsrules]

Why do you need a doctor for, are you hurt? That hopping looked spry enough to me.

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[rereremembered]

"A little bump on the gourd, actually, but I meant captial-D Doctor." The rueful grin was that of a man used to giving this explanation. "It's the name of a friend of mine, he was here last time-" Sort of. "-and I was going for a little joke at his expense."

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[whoneedsrules]

Hm. That doesn't ring a bell, but maybe it does for someone else. So, you've been abducted before, then? And you remember it? That's something of a rarity, as far as I understand it.

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[rereremembered]

"Yeah, it's not really how things tend to work, far as I recall." He scratched absently at his stubblely cheek, then shrugged. "The really weird bit's how I didn't remember I'd been here until I was back. Ruddy annoying, that is."

Fitz Kreiner: passionately opposed to mindfucking. Also passionately devoted to flirting.

"Don't recall hearing your voice before though, love. Any chance you could give me your name?"

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[iminmynightie]

[Amy has a fist curled against her cheek, looking bored.]

There's Dr. Martha Jones, Dr. McCoy, I think his name is, and someone just called The Doctor. How's that?

And how'd you find yourself in a bind? [She smirks to herself at her little joke.]

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[rereremembered]

That was the right answer. "Martha and the Doctor are still here? Fab!" Yes that was a delighted grin, even though he knew dear Dr. Jones was likely to pester him about his smoking again. "Which Doctor now, the one witht he pinstripes or the lady?"

Sorry, Amy, he tends to laser-focus on time lords. Introductions will come shortly.

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[iminmynightie]

[Well that's new to Amy. Someone who's been here before and remembers it.] Ehm, the lady one. There was one with pinstripes? Why couldn't the one I knew wear pinstripes? He wore a bowtie and tweed and looked completely daft.

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[rereremembered]

"Yeah? Mine was all velvet and cravats and dossing about like some Oscar Wilde wannabe." Despite the somewhat mocking tone, there was that undercurrent of affection familiar to most companions: the Doctor's appalling fashion sense was just part of his charm. Or something.

"Well, now that we've established our home address is a police box: I'm Fitz, from London. The 1963 vintage."

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[a_pretty_fire]

The hamsters might have made a mess of Christmas, but they were making up for it now. The Master had been returned to her first, which was only right and proper. (He was a leader, not a follower, after all.) And now Fitz - the brave little puppy that tasted of cigarettes and the stars - was back in the city.

Who would be next? Her princess? Her Spike? Daddy?

"I'll bring my nails," Drusilla cooed. Sharp as knives, they were. Sharp as knives and as red as blood. "I'll be gentle."

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[rereremembered]

...oh Christ he'd forgotten about Drusilla. By now Fitz had made his way out of the arrival room and was hopping for the entrance, and her voice nearly knocked him off balance. He steadied himself against a wall and took a deep breath before answering.

"Like hell you will," he snapped. True enough that she hadn't laid a hand on him, but then she didn't need to.

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[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla would have been very upset to hear that. Very upset and more determined to make her mark during Fitz's time in the city. (Only foolish girls wasted second chances.)

"You don't want me to rescue you?"

She'd rather liked the idea. Spike had been her knight in shining armour. She had never really tried it herself.

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[rereremembered]

"How shall I put this..." Fitz mused. "All right: take every instance in the history of universe of someone using the word 'no,' mutiply that out to the nth degree, and you're coming close to how much I do not want you to rescue me."

Sorry, Dru, your grand experiment in saving people is going to have to wait.

[Visual]

[allthatlife]

I'm probably not the sort of doctor you're looking for, but I'm still here.

[She gave Fitz a sympathetic smile, but it was difficult to prevent it from turning into a wider grin. It was good to see him, even if the circumstances weren't exactly ideal.]

I'll grab a pair of scissors and head to the Sanctuary. Will you be able to get out the door?

[Visual]

[rereremembered]

"No, not precisely, but I'm not complaining about seeing your lovely face again." Fitz.

He was grinning too. Even though she'd drive him batty about his smoking, there was no use disguising how pleased he was that Martha Jones was there.

"I think I can manage it, yeah," he replied. "Any chance you could bring along some aspirin as well?"

[Location: the Sanctuary]

[allthatlife]

Martha laughed and rolled her eyes at that, already collecting the bits and pieces that she'd need - scissors, a basic first aid kit, aspirin, a bottle of water ... - and dropping them into her bag.

"Consider it done," she said, pulling on the clumsy apparatus that made up Project Indigo. "I'll see you in a minute."

She switched off the tablet, secured it to her bracelet and initiated the transport device. A few seconds later, she appeared outside the Sanctuary.

She was definitely getting better at her landings.

[Location: the Sanctuary]

[rereremembered]

And in a triumphant flurry of hopping Fitz joined her...and blinked because he hadn't expected her to be there in a literal minute.

"Live in the neighborhood, do you?" he asked, then cautiously settled himself on the ground, long legs stretched out before him.