Hand in the Dark [RP for aces_are_rare]

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It was nearing dusk as the Doctor and and Ace walked away from the small village, home to the Trelek people. It was a small planet, harboring only that small village, and a diverse variety of flora and fauna, but as planets went, it was one of the more unremarkable ones the Doctor had encountered. In fact, he was certain he'd never even been there

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[aces_are_rare]

Water. Of all the naff things to fight about that had to be on the top of the list, especially when the solution was so simple. Funny, how ending a war had evolved into lessons on well digging and irrigation. Still, they had ended the war, and before anyone had been killed too. The Trelekans threw a hell of a party, which had been fun after that annoying bit with the speech and the crown of leaves

[timewill_tell]

He hadn't realized just how hot he felt until Ace's hand went to his forehead. The coolness of her body was such a divergence from the warmth he'd come to associate with her human body. He couldn't deny, now, that something was wrong, but he felt completely at a loss as to what that could be. Still, the Doctor took her hand gently, removing it from his forehead. He didn't let go, though. He liked holding her hand more now than he ever had before, and did so as often as possible. But as they walked, he felt himself becoming more unsteady, and holding onto her hand helped him maintain his balance for the moment. He always missed his TARDIS when they left her, but seeing her now wasn't just pleasing to him, it was almost a relief. At least there, he could be amongst his things, perhaps figure out what was wrong with him. If he could, that is. At this rate, he felt it was entirely possible he'd just as soon curl into a bed and try to sleep this off

[aces_are_rare]

"You're not fine." He was letting himself lean against her. Not an affectionate arm around her shoulder but a awkward need for support, and that worried her. It wasn't just a case of being a little warm; something was wrong. She was relieved when they reached the TARDIS door.

"Hang on." She fumbled for the key that hung on a chain around her neck, working one handed so she didn't have to let go of him. She'd barely touched the key to the lock when the door swung open. Silently she thanked the ship.

Just inside the door she turned and took the Professor's hat and brolly, not bothering to hang them up but just tossing them in the general direction of the hat rack. She ran the back of her fingers along his cheeks; they seemed warmer then even a few minutes ago. His eyes were unfocused, clouded. "Gordon Bennett."

[timewill_tell]

The Doctor swallowed heavily for a moment. It disconcerted him, this feeling that he couldn't seem to hold onto a thought longer than a moment or two. His mind was frenzied, disconnected. He put one hand against a wall of the TARDIS, trying to keep himself from swaying. He was dizzy and lightheaded. There was no hiding it from Ace at this point; he could see it in her eyes, the worry that he wanted so desperately to keep from being there. While he still could, he was determined to be strong, to guide her as best he could