07 [visual / location: martha's surgery] I'm such a dubious soul

[rereremembered]

Fitz finished washing his hands and glanced up at the bathroom mirror to find the Doctor behind him, leaning against the door jamb and smiling. For a few moments all Fitz could do was gawp as he studied the familiar features - the tousled chestnut hair, the bright blue eyes, the cravat and the velvet coat. Even after six months apart he knew with

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[visual]

[auntjenna]

Jenna had begun to think she was the only one seeing odd things happening lately. She nodded in response.

"Yeah. They've been showing things that aren't there."

Things and people she wanted to be there, but... things that weren't there all the same. And she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Are you okay?"

[visual]

[rereremembered]

"Fine," he lied. He wandered to the sitting room and slouched in one of the chairs. "It just showed me a...well, the bloke I used to travel with. Thought he'd come to take me home."

Yeah, he was just fine.

"Think I'll find a tarp to hang over the mirror behind the bar for a while."

[visual]

[auntjenna]

Jenna didn't believe that for an instant, but she didn't push him about it. If he wanted to talk about what was going on and how he felt, he'd say so. It wasn't her business otherwise. This wasn't Elena anyway.

"I've been... seeing people in the mirrors, too," she admitted slowly. "It's kind of freaky. And that's probably a good idea with the tarp. I might do that on the mirrors at home. I've got a big one in my room and it keeps showing me-"

She cut herself off. The chances that Ric would show up were diminishing the longer she stayed here, so it was really in her best interests not to dwell too much on it.

"Well, it keeps showing me a good friend from home. Makes you miss what's not here."

[visual] /sidles in

[rereremembered]

A long time ago, when he was a different person on a cellular level, Fitz had mocked and dismissed his fellow Time Lord wrangler for her attempts to get him to open up. ‘She’d be so bloody understanding.' and say she felt his pain. 'Why would she want to feel my pain? I don’t want to feel my pain.’

That was still true, but he had learned that talking did help. He just wasn't sure he wanted to dump all that on Jenna, she seemed so...enviably average and free from horrors and mad aliens. Well, aside from the ones that had brought her here to begin with.

"Yeah, that's it exactly," he said and nodded. "They probably think they're reassuring us by showing bits of home, but...you know what I mean. I'm probably going to head to the pub early to see what else needs covering, if you'd like to help out."

Just a suggestion, he's the most unbossy boss in the world.