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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They sat like that for hours. Ace didn't dare fall asleep, afraid that her hold on the Professor would loosen and he would fall, afraid that his breathing would worsen again. She felt each breath rattling where his back rested against his chest, knew that his lungs were not full of air as they should be. The steam from the loo seemed to be helping the Professor but it was making her own skin warm and sticky and she leaned back a little to make her own breathing easier. The back of her head touched the TARDIS wall and she could feel the humming there, louder and more obvious then she'd ever experienced it before

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"Professor, what the...." Ace raced to the bed, reaching for him as he struggled. She tired to hold onto his hand, frightened by his protest that something was trying to take hm away. She wouldn't let it.

"Don't..." Something suddenly felt familiar. Maybe it was the fact that he had just tried to do the same thing to her, but it felt as if he had been fighting sleep. He was asleep not, still breathing, resting easier then he had been. He no longer thrashed on the bed, coming close to falling.

"Was that you? Do you play those Jedi mind games too?" Though she knew the TARDIS was surrounding her she looked up the the ceiling. "I get it, if it was, but can you let me know for sure?"

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In response, the TARDIS flashed the lights in the bedroom, her way of answering, 'Yes' to the question. The problem, the TARDIS realized, was getting Ace to the console room; she was fairly certain that Ace wasn't eager to suddenly leave the Doctor's side for an extended length of time, but it was imperative, in order to save him. She would have to make use of everything available to her, to convince Ace that the Doctor would be safe for now, and to help guide her to the console room

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"Is this your subtle way of trying to get me to go somewhere?" Ace didn't leave the bed immediately. She hadn't been away fomr the Professor for more then a few minutes since he had fallen ill, but she knew that what ever the TARDIS wanted her to do - and she desperately hoped that it was to mix up some sort of anti toxin - it would mean being gone from his side for a longer amount of time. In the darkness she felt for his hand, squeezing it.

"Alright, I'm coming. But if he needs me you make sure I understand, you get me back her, or else..." There was nothing she could threaten the ship with, so she let the sentence dangle. She knew, though, that she was understood. She rose from the bed, pausing at the doorway to look back into the shrouded room. "We're gonna fix this, Professor."

Ace followed the flashing lights down the corridor to the console room.

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On the display screen in the console room, the TARDIS presented a step-by-step diagram on how to create the blend of herbs (the leaves of two different plants, the bark of a small shrub, and the roots of a rare flower--all of which were in the TARDIS garden; it was one of the first times the TARDIS thought to appreciate the Doctor's predilection for acquiring samples of plant life from other planets, otherwise this entire anti-toxin might not be able to come to fruition). All of the plants had to be crushed, and then boiled, and served to the Doctor. The TARDIS was thankful the process wasn't too complicated, which meant the Doctor could begin to heal as quickly as possible

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Ace didn't spend much time in the TARDIS garden. It was a beautiful place, and peaceful, but she had grown up in a place where flowers were usually limited to a couple of pots on the fire escape - something they'd never even had - so walking in a garden had never become a habit of hers. If she needed to relax she usually went to the pool - though she hadn't done that for a week

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The TARDIS had gradually been releasing her hold on his mind, in anticipation of Ace arriving with the medicinal concoction soon. As such, the Doctor had slowly been stirring, not nearly as agitated and delusional as he'd been earlier. His body still felt unbearably hot, his lungs were constricted, and his whole body was aching like it hadn't before. He craved some comfort, some release, some assurance that it might get better, because it only seemed to be getting worse at this point.

His room was dim when his eyes fluttered open, and he wondered where Ace was. For a moment, a ripple of cold terror went through him, his mind betraying him. But in mere seconds, he heard her coming, and there she was, telling him to drink something. So the TARDIS had found an antidote, and Ace had made it. The Doctor smiled at Ace in the low lighting, sitting up a bit to better meet her gaze

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"I'm not incredible. I'm just me." As usual Ace felt slightly uncomfortable with the praise. Her explosions, even her brains, she could take a compliment well (even demand one, on occasion) but other things... it was just weird. She was doing nothing more then he would for her, if their places were switched.

"Nutter," she said under her breath, but with a smile. The blanket had fallen and she tucked it around him carefully before moving closer to sit facing him, her legs crossed. Absently she played with one of his hands.

"Did we decide on the gallery? Something light playing on the boombox - jazz, or maybe some Beatles. Tea and scones and I think we'll have custard tarts too. You're going to read to me, tempt me into liking another poet, and then I'm going to tempt you into putting down your book." She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips that was a dim echo of what she really wanted.

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The kiss lingered pleasantly on his lips, and he smiled at her, running his fingers over her hand. It sounded like a wonderful time, and he was looking forward to it so much, he was half-tempted to stumble out of this bed and make a go of it now. If only he had the strength. In time, he realized, all in time. For now, they were here, and he was going to get better

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"Idiot. You're the one who s... Professor? Professor!" Ace's heart froze. Like a rag doll the Doctor had suddenly gone limp. One second smiling, the next just... nothing. No expression, closed eyes, no sound.

"What did you do?" she growled at the TARDIS. The drink was suppose to make him better. He was supposed to be okay now. Fearfully she leaned forward, her ear pressed to his chest, her fingers finding the pulse at his neck. His hearts were still beating, his lungs still moving in and out, but that was the only sign of life.

"Wake up, damn you. I wasn't done telling you about our date. I'm not done." She took hold of his shoulders and shook. Nothing. Pinched his upper arm. Nothing. Pried open one eyelid. Nothing. Feeling helpless she simply sat there, starring at him. Dimly she heard the clock in the room chime the hour once, and then again. He still hadn't moved

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The TARDIS had thought desperately of any to calm and reassure Ace, but nothing could be done. While the ship knew her Doctor would be fine, she thought it must be agonizing for the human woman, who loved him so, to sit beside him and wonder if he would ever wake. She had even tried infiltrating his mind once more, to force him to consciousness, but his body refused to awaken until it was fully healed.

Shortly after the glass had shattered against the wall, the Doctor's hands curled against the blankets. He drew in two deep breaths and blinked his eyes rapidly, adjusting to the light. Turning his head, the Doctor looked at Ace and smiled. Of course, he had no recollection that he'd been unconscious for a day and a half. He did know that he felt fully healed from the toxin, however, and sat up triumphantly.

"Ace, I'm healed," he grinned, though his grin suddenly turned to a frown when he realized just how haggard and weary she looked. His concern grew when he took in the paleness of her skin, the dark circles under her eyes.

"Ace?"

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"Professor." Exhausted and hoarse, the word came out as a whisper. Ace blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to convince herself that what she was seeing was real.

"You're awake." Awake and breathing and clear eyed. He was smiling, or had been. Why was he frowning now? And why was he spinning? She wanted to get a good look at him, but he wouldn't stay still.

"You shouldn't..." Days of worry, stress, not enough sleep and too little food finally caught up with Ace. It was sheer luck that she fell forward, onto the bed, and not back to the floor.

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As quickly as he so often punched coordinates into the TARDIS console, the Doctor bolted out from under the covers, his frown deepening, his hearts quickening with fear and worry. For a brief, terrifying moment, he wondered if she'd somehow gotten ill--even though he knew it wasn't contagious--and his hand went to her forehead. She wasn't any warmer than usual, but she was slightly clammy, likely a result of lack of sleep. The Doctor took a breath to calm himself, though the worry didn't abate. His arms maneuvered carefully to slip around her, and he deposited her gently against his pillows. Scrutinizing her face, he realized what had happened: she'd been looking after him, completely neglecting herself in the process. Though he chided her violently in his mind, that was the only place he would admonish her. He would've been the same way, and had every intention of remaining here until she got the rest she needed

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Ace slept deeply for hours, the first real restful sleep she'd had since the morning they left for Treleka, a week ago. Unlike her usual sleep she didn't move, didn't thrash around in the bed - or in her mind. She didn't dream at all until just before sleep released its hold on her.

She dreamed of sunshine and a bright orange sky, an old fashioned swing hanging from a silver tree. Back and forth she flew, her bare feet being tickled by the long grass that grew at the base of the tree. She didn't stop pumping until she looked down and noticed the Professor leaning against the tree, his head bare. He was smiling at her.

"Professor," she murmured as dream and waking merged. Never one to awaken easily she kept her eyes closed while she stretched, not opening them until memories came flooding back. Her eyes flew open and she bolted upright.

"Professor!"

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The Doctor had been monitoring her carefully, observing minute changes in her breathing to anticipate her return to consciousness; although, he hadn't expected her to awaken so abruptly. And she almost sounded a bit tense. In response, he tightened his hold on her, stroking his hand down her head

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Ace looked into his eyes; his deep clear knowledgeable eyes. These were not words spoken in delusional fever or helpless fear. He was, by his own promise, healed and healthy. She had no choice but to believe