gotosleep_idiot | November & December Test Drive Meme

Sexy's eyes shine brightly when he says he loves her - it's different to hear him say it with ears, different than how she normally hears it.

She knows he'll always carry that sadness, and there's very little she can do about it. But if she can reassure him that there is a light in the darkness, that has to be worth something, yeah? Sexy remembers them as different stages of his development - but each has their own pain, their own challenges over the course of their time. To see the echo that's to come is a sad, but honest thing.

Sexy tilts her head down to brush her lips against the Doctor's knuckles. The humans, they come and go, but she'd rather he have the pain if it meant he had the love and friendship, too. He needed someone to talk to, with mouths and words, and not just her console hum.

She hasn't heard that language spoken aloud in a very long time, and she closes her eyes, breathing in deep.

"My darling thief."

Ten's brown puppy eyes shine back and relax with his forehead gently pressed against hers.

Hopefully, Sexy doesn't mind the black oxford ring; that this face never had.

He could really just stand here with her, on these mountains for hours.

She can't feel his emotions the way she normally does, interwoven and connected with her own consciousness, but it's almost as though she doesn't need to. She's been with him for so long, and she's learned to read him so well that she knows, in her heart, how he's aching.

Sexy hums quietly, a soft tune, a child's rhyme from waaaaay back when. It's a comfort thing, to share that connection to their home world, when all of the history has been lost and only the two of them remain.

"When are we?" She asks after a moment, squeezing his hands as if to reassure him that she's not leaving. He seems...unusually put about, and Sexy wonders where her casing is, and how she ended up crossing Ten's path - how he's so out of his own time, missing her like this.

Oh, yes. He's aching and he's sort of glad that they don't have their connection because she won't be happy why he's aching right because he made the choice to not go back.

However, does calm listening to the hum and relaxes as he still holds onto her. The notes at least to Ten seem to bounce off the stone walls. As if the mountain is trying to tell a story with children like voices.

"Do you know.. how long it's been since that's been heard on these mountains?" A worn smile with sad eyes. Giving a hand squeeze back and gently touches her cheek; and with sad eyes, "The last time you sang that to me here?"

Even if his hearts seem to stop for a moment about when because there isn't per say a when. The place more just exists. Sure there's the rise and fall of the sun(s) but outside of that - time is linear and only goes forward.

Sexy doesn't have a full comprehension of what this place is yet, and all of the strange timey-wimey-ness associated with it, so yes, it would probably fully alarm her, all these crossing time streams they're toying with. As much as they deal with, popping around time and space, there are certain rules that just can't be broken.

It feels like the closest they can get to Ten grabbing on to her console, letting her take him soaring through the all of time and space, the gentle hum of her engine, the vworp, vworp that meant he was home. It's all she can do, all she was ever able to do, and she hopes it's enough.

"Ages and ages," Sexy takes a second to look, out over the landscape. Her own eyes return to his with a deep, aching sorrow, of someone who understands just what it's like to be the last of your kind. "Since I last sang with my sisters, even longer."

She looks up at him, eyes searching for the answer to her question.

At Sexy's remark; just hugging didn't feel enough and sent a comforting telepathic vibe gently through her human brain passage.

Then eyes around with her how these mountains use to sing!

"Remember when the Time Lords were still around - and travel between universes were possible... And with my scarf face we ended up in the negative E-space? And found those gates to other places and times?"

Also when they left Romana behind with K-9.

"Well, this is sort of that. Expect it's not a bunch of mostly nothing. It's a subconscious nexus of the multiverse."

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Sexy smiled softly at the zing of a gentle telepathic brush - it's something to hold on to, at least, when she's so isolated in this human body. Who knew humans could have shields perhaps more effective than her own - it made sense why they felt so deeply, if that was the case.

"Of course, you silly man. Goodness, the trouble we had." Sexy laughed quietly, shaking her head, lost in memories. She sobered a moment when he explained that this world was similar in nature. "That must be terribly unstable. It explains the time stream confusion...oh dear, that's very not good, isn't it?"

There's an impish grin back;

"Oi! You mean the trouble we still have." Ten gives Sexy a silly and playful look with his tongue and that twinkle in his eyes. Like when Ten met Five inside the Tardis or finding that one patch in the universe that wasn't patched up and they could fall through into a parallel universe.

"Out thar is the chaos energy. What allows us to bend and causes the storms that sweep through and stir up the place... He's here too you know. My scarf face. As is the one before him. The face before the War. And the one before me."

"Loads and loads of it. But I suppose I might be partially to blame." Sexy grins back, taking in the light in his eyes. Goodness, it really has been so very long since she's seen this regeneration. But she remembers the times the Doctor has crossed his own path - and the time that's soon to come - has come? - will come, but thank god not all of them were in the same room. She's not sure her console could take it.

"How many of you? Five?" Sexy's laugh is honest and only a tad worried. That many of them has always been very unstable and prone to problems. "I can't even begin to imagine how that went, oh dear."

"All that energy...sounds like a right headache. Am I doing okay, in the box?" She was less susceptible to those influences in human form, but when she was fully spread through her matrices, she was a lot more sensitive to it.

"Just a bit." Then gently gives Sexy a love bum pat.

There's a slight head nod at the number and Ten withdrawing should more or less answer the state of things with them.

"We're - sort of divided up - Rose is here! And Jack! Romana. River... The Master. And Lady Me."

"Oh, you're doing absolutely brilliant."

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Sexy laughs, linking her arm with the Doctor's as he patted her. "What, you thought you'd get all the credit?"

"That's at least a bit more manageable." She nods, listening to the list of names. Wow, they're certainly from all over, and one can only assume more will drop in, if this many have been collected already by this 'nexus'. "Ooh, lovely. I haven't seen any of them in...quite a long time."

Then it dawns on her. "...He's here?" Let's just say her memories are not-so-fond, and she's never had a reason to be particularly forgiving.

"That's wonderful. I'll have to say hello."

Ten eyes away and swallows hard; hearing Sexy say that hurts. Which Ten isn't sure who hurts more. Rose or Jack.

The Doctor eyes over when he hears Sexy utter those words; and where she's right and he did hurt her gives a hand squeeze and looks her in the eyes with sympathetic brown eyes;

"I know he hurt you. And I'm sorry that he did. That I couldn't stop that sooner. But - he has a chance to come around here. He doesn't have the drumming anymore in his head. Don't you think he deserves this chance?"

It's the inevitability of time, but Ten had always taken it the hardest, had always been the one who didn't want to go. Sexy smiles kindly and pats his arm reassuringly. Funny that the Doctor she knows as the present version doesn't seem to be here.

Sexy's eyes narrow, a pinch of suspicion tinging her features. "He did more than that, love, he ripped me apart. He-" She shakes her head, not in denial, but she doesn't really want to elaborate.

"It's not your fault. Time has a way of happening, one way or another." It's not the first time she's gone through something like that, nor will it be the last (cracks in time and space, anyone? When she splinters the universe, and herself, too?) "But the drums didn't make him do it, dear."

She knows how much the Master means to her thief, the bond the two share, but she was a tool, a means to an end. And she does not take to it kindly.

Ten pulls Sexy back into his arms and sends some comforting telepathic vibes; I know. I know what he did. And what he did to Jack. Both Sexy and Jack (and Ianto) have all the right to be pissed about what happened with The Year That Never Was.

Then fingers through the back of Sexy's hair; it's not just The Doctor's and The Master's bond but also the senselessness that could and would come out of it.

"And I could have could have smited him when I had the chance for how he treated, Jack, Martha and you. But I didn't."

Not to mention nearly genociding the human race.

Blood only brings blood. And there's been enough of that.

Sexy closes her eyes, squeezes them shut, and wishes she could help him understand. Of course, he'd been through his own ordeal during that Year That Never Was, but this Doctor - his entire modus operandi was forgiveness. Repentance. Learning how to be a little more human, because perhaps the Timelords hadn't always had it right when it came to emotions, to living, despite how long they had. Because Rose had changed Nine's mind, just a bit, and he'd regenerated into Ten. The Doctor who felt, so deeply and potently.

"I don't mean to say violence is the answer." She feels as though she has to make that clear. Certainly, Sexy's been through enough to know that, even before she met her thief. "Of course you didn't. That's not what you do." Not this Doctor, not now. "But that doesn't mean he deserves forgiveness."

Sexy lives in past, present, and future, all at the same time. It has happened, is happening, and will always happen.

And if The Doctor had smited The Master like The Master clearly expected in that moment; that becomes a slippy slope. A very slippy slope. And also; brings back the same question The Doctor faced with his Fourth life and being able to genocide all The Daleks than. Before the War happened.

The age old question of; Did he have the right? If someone who knew the future pointed to a child and told you that child would grow up entirely evil - to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives; could you then kill that child?

A whisper; "You don't havef to forgive. No."

A gentle hand on the side of Sexy's cheek. At least here; the past, present and future aren't always happening to her anymore?

He's been down this path time and again, but the one time he'd walked it had haunted him for the rest of time. It was definitely a slippery slope, very much so. There was no right, not to that. Never to that.

But some would say there was justice, there were consequences for actions. There is what is right and what is easy, but there is also what is fair and what is folly.

"It sounds very much like you'd like me to." Sexy murmurs quietly, inhaling and finally opening her eyes, staring at the detailing of his suit.

Perhaps. Or perhaps she just didn't have enough space to store them at once - but they were still there. Who can tell? She's never been human for longer than it took the body to deteriorate, which was not long at all.

Honestly, yes. However, knows that he can't make her or Jack do so.

It's his blue pinstripe; nothing special about it.

"Your choice." He breathes out, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He does mean it; it is her choice.

"Now, then - why don't we try getting use to this form of yours?"

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