nexus_crossings | Many happy? returns

Many happy? returns

It has been some time since the Doctor has been here. He was off facing yet another battlefield. It was meant to be his last. He has no idea how he ended up here, of all places.

He clothes are in a tattered mess and covered in soot. His body, is surprisingly unscathed. Well, now it is. 'State of grace'. It can happen with regeneration. When one is refusing or debating the entire process.

He turns to face the TARDIS. "Why have you brought me here?" When his beloved ship didn't answer him he sighs and starts to walk away from her. "Fine. But I'm not leaving. I'm staying and if this is where I die, so be it."

He walks along, not really wanting to sit. If he sits it might happen and he's not going to do that again. He's muttering to himself. "I can't keep on being somebody else. Why isn't it ever anybody else's turn? Why can't I just rest? Just once?"

[ooc: available in post-Doctor Falls and Twice Upon a Time flavours, depending if you want spoilers or not.]

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Ash tilted her head slightly at the sound. She'd been investigating in her German shepherd glamour at the moment. Wearing her StoryBrooke K-9 vest she padded over towards the rather familiar looking blue box and the greyhaired gentleman who seemed to now occupy it and was experiencing a dark night of the soul. From what she could gather from the muttering.

She put on her best doggy smile and carefully trotted over, "erm, Ello? Are you in need of assistance?" She asks warmly and concerned. "Sounds like you could use.. aah, break or sabbatical." She remarks gently but simply.

The Doctor hears a voice and looks around for a moment or two before noticing the canine. "Well, look at that a talking dog."

And one who was philosophical at that. Good. He needs a bit of that. He sits on the ground with his back against the TARDIS.

"That would be the understatement of a lifetime. And I'm about to get it, in one way or another."

Just as soon as he decides which. Which he can't. It's all rather annoying.

(Indeedy XD, so many feelings )

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She wiggles her ears slightly, and beams at him. "Yup. " at the moment anyway. Course being a famous traveler.. if he was who she was 90% certain he was. He'd seen weirder than a shifter in his time.

She gently pads over and sits beside him and offers her left paw to shake. Some folks found this side of her comforting and more easy to talk to anyway. And he was clearly in some sort of distress. Course then how often was one of the Doctor's not? Let alone any she knew of.

She hums sympathetically in the back of her throat. "Ah I see, .. are.. are you in any pain?" She asks gently. Her eyes soft and full of concern and a fondness. After all she met and knew a tall , lanky doctor with a long coat and sticky uppy hair back home. But this fellow smelled a mite different.

She'd like to help him feel comfortable.. however ahem it turned out. No one should be alone at such times.

"And polite too."

He shakes the proffered hand once and lets it go. And being a touch telepath who doesn't have a lot of control of his abilities at the moment, he can sense things he'd normally block himself from knowing.

"Ah. Not canine. Well, not just that."

At least he can't tell she knows another him just yet? Makes the conversation less awkward for him in a lot of ways. He considers her question.

"Not at the moment. But ask again in a minute or two and the answer might be different. Dodgy process, this."

"Course, " well she did her best to be civil so long as no one gave reason not to be. She tilts her head slightly and tries to send him a little warmth and feeling of welcome back.

"Aye, well ahem. " She softly murmurs and clears her throat and edges slightly closer. But not too much in his personal space unless he shows some sign that he might like to pet her fur or something. It made her friends and other folks feel better some times. Though not everyone was a dog person or comfortable with certain things. "Yes, ya seem the trust worthy sort.. not everyone.. likes folks like me. " She murmurs softly and gently offers the top of her head near his hand.

"Ah, right right will do..is there.. anything ya might like I can fetch ya?" She asks warmly, with a slight smirk. Some folks liked comfort items or just talking. " She looks him over worriedly with big blue eyes. Turning an ear toward where one of his hearts should be, she listens to time it. Going into taking vital stats mode.

He interprets her invitation more as a request and so he starts to run his hands through her fur. It is soothing.

"Anyone is trustworthy up to a point. I just try to make sure that point is far away."

That sounded better in his head. He tries to always be trustworthy - except when he can't be.

"No. Thank you." He knocks on the TARDIS panel with his free hand. "I've got everything I need right here."

He frowns as he thinks about what she said. "Wait, you mean here people don't trust you because you're a shape-shifter? Why?"

Because he's the Doctor so he Doctors. He's pretty bad at accepting help.

She wags her tail a little, happily. And leans into the pets. It was always nice to feel helpful and appreciated.
She nods in agreement, "naturally, ya probably have more patience then I usually do.. " She murmurs eyeing him slightly after all. Even with the time stopping or slowing curse her and the others back in Storybrooke for twenty eight years. He was older then her.

"Ah. " She murmurs and nods, she looks at the blue box fondly almost wistful. She missed being able to travel the nexus was the farthest from Storybrooke she'd been in years. "Ahem, she's a lovely shade of blue too. " She murmurs warmly.

She nearly blinks and shrugs one shouldered, "depends, some have had bad experiences with either.. canines or magic.. or those gifted with certain abilities.. so I'm have to be careful whom I spring things on. You got the scent of a traveler about ya.. your probably seen some things huh?" She half asks half states simply.

"I'm not sure patience has anything to do with it. But I'm over two thousand years old and have billions of years of experience. You learn to be patient when that is your life."

Except he's tired. He just wants to rest and he's not sure he'll get it here in the Nexus or not. 'State of Grace' indeed. More like 'state of hell'. He offers a half-smile at the reference to the colour of the TARDIS.

"Yes. Yes she is. Normally good at keeping me on the straight and narrow, too."

Except when he's being wilful. Like now.

"I've seen a great deal of things. What I've seen would shatter anyone if they tried to see into it."

More of a reference to the Testimony than anything. But it works in general. It's why he never gets overly attached to his friends any more. He might break them. Not just lead them to their deaths, but actually break them.

She blinks rapidly, her eyebrows go up, "wow, that is something.. ya really do need a break. " She murmurs softly and nuzzles his hand gently. Trying to be as comforting as possible and not get on the nervey. She sometimes did that accidentally.

She hums pleased by that, twas not good for some one to be alone all the time. Companionship with a kindred soul or souls was one of the ways to stay somewhat sane in a crazy world or situation. "Glad to hear it. " She states sincerely.

She hums her eyes softening,, it was very likely he lived through things like her worst nightmares and visions a hundred times over. Especially at his age, she tries to scoot a little closer as if wishing to curl up round or next to him. She gently pats his arm.

"I'm sorry, to hear that.. I wish.. you didn't have to bear something like that alone. " She murmurs softly. One shouldn't deal with things like this without an ohana, found or otherwise. She slightly twitches her nose in thought.

He shakes his head.

"It's my life. It's who I am. It's... fine."

Except when it isn't. But if she's still trying to take a reading of his vitals, she will find that his two hearts are beating at an even pace. But if she's very perceptive, she might pick up one the waves of energy coursing through him. Just under the surface. Regeneration energy.

She squints at him slightly disbelieving of that. And sighs softly.

Her ears twitches again, well that was good, and she did sense something.. something powerful.. "Ah, ya um bout to go full on butterfly like metamorphosis on us?" She asks softly. She knew a thing or two about transfiguation and transformation. But this was probably one of the biggest amounts of energy she'd been around in a while. Her fur went up a little.

She gently nuzzles him again. She'd stick by him whatever he decided, for however long he let her. and even then she was determined to check in on him. Yup. After all being loyal and dutiful came with the territory.

He looks down at her. sarcasm in his tone, because he thought he had already said that. Maybe not - it's been a hell of a day.

"It'll be much faster and more explosive than that. If I can even do it at all."

After all, he's already died so many times in this body. Though it feels like he can, so mostly he needs to figure out if he wants to.

"Ah, I see. " She murmurs softly and seems to be making herself a bit more hunched and smaller, with a slight flinch. She didn't mean to upset him.

And that sounded very painful and traumatic. "Don't sound fun at all, but necessary?." She asks concerned for him. No wonder he was doubting things. She felt a mite tore as well, what was best for someone and what others needed or wanted could be two different things. After all would it be selfish to want him to go through with such.. But also to lose some one like him forever..

The universe would become a darker place. For a number of reasons. Without Someone very very precious and special.
"I sorry. " She murmurs in a small tone. And seems to be getting smaller in size according to her emotional state.

"No you don't. Everyone always says that. I've been blind, it's hardly ever true."

His voice sound more tired than reproachful. All the teaching he's tried to do and still no one seems to have learned.

"Depends on how you define 'necessary'. If I don't want to die, yes. But regeneration is its own kind of death. Regeneration the death comes with change, but change isn't always for the better."

Darker, colder, he's heard the analogies before. They didn't really help with the decision to be made, best not repeat them. He looks down at her last statement and realises he has to reach farther to reach her.

"What are you sorry for? I gave my life willingly. This? Is just what comes after."

"Ah,.. Its just.. an expression.. " She slightly stammers not sure how to explain the feeling in words. Sometimes she felt so inadequate in that department. "Habit" she murmurs in an apologetic tone.

"Hmmmh, " she hums softly her vest is charmed to change size with her. But she's probably getting floppy eared and looking more puppyish by the minute. She gently puts her nose near his hand though. He might be very special but he.. also felt greatly two hearts how very apt.

"Just, don't like that you have to go through pain. And you'll be missed.. But you probably know that.. But you must do what you think best. " She murmurs softly and swallows thickly. "I'll support whatever you decide. " She murmurs softly and tugs a silvery emergency blanket pack out of a vest pocket. Maybe it'll help somehow it was the best she had right now.

"I... gone on. People like me, if we're lucky, we're remembered as we are. But mostly be become legends and faery tales."

Nope, he's clueless in the idea that others will miss him half as much as he misses anyone else.

"Doesn't really help me to make the decision, though. I'm just so tired."

He smiles at the blanket and figures 'what the hell'. He opens it and drapes it around him in such a way as to wrap around him. If she's small enough at this point, he might scoop her up and into his lap.

She smirks a little at that her lip trembling a little. "Ah, yes aye sounds like back on my home realm. " She murmurs softly and a little wistful she was a loving, keeper and teacher of such tales at any opportunity.

"Hmm, I can imagine. " She murmurs softly and gently. And softly clears her throat like she's trying to hold back tears. a part of her didn't want him to give up, another part that still mourned her younger brother. Knew that someone living in pain.. was well. Could be beyond agonizing,for all those involved. "Where there's life there's hope. " She murmurs softly half in thought. Half in remembrance.

She smiles softly her tail tip wagging a bit, she's getting very close to it she could probably fit in part of pocket even. She looks up at him with big moist eyes.

He looks down at her and uses a thumb to wipe at a tear.

"No. Where there's tears, there's hope. Anyone can have life. Tears are a precious gift."

She softly sniffles and blinks up at him and gently nudges his hand. Not sure what to say to that. He did have a good point.

Another soft sniffle and she swallows. "yer precious too." She murmurs despite herself. As she glances away slightly, He should know that at least and hear it once.

Oh yes. It's an odd thing for him to hear. Not something he listens to even when he is told.

"Sometimes I think the universe sees me as a little too precious."

It's why he never really gets to rest.

"But thank you."

"well, " everything had a price one way or another unfountently. "that's how it works midear, I'm afraid. " She murmurs warmly and fondly. thats how fame and the liked worked though.

Before gently nuzzling his hand again, getting a smidge bigger but still puppy-sized, "Your most welcome." She replies simply and sincerely.

The poor guy.

"I have billions of years of experience. I know how it works."

It sounded more sad than reproachful, though. People shouldn't ever have to know how it works. And he hates it with every cell of his being right now.

He's still petting her, though.

"Oh, right.. right.. sorry. " She murmurs. Boy she felt like she kept stepping in it. Or putting her hind paw/foot in her mouth. She sighs softly.

And tries to snuggle closer, "Back home, my leige Lord and Lady is Queen snow and Prince Charming. " She murmurs softly with a slight twitch of a smirk. "Most folks would think us merely stories or oddities anyway. " She murmurs softly in a wry sort of way.

And tries not to think of those who might think them experiment subjects or pests. If they ever found Storybrooke.

"It's fine."

She's only stepping in it because while people accuse him of having very little filter normally, he has no filter at all right now.

"I've met a fair few stories and faery tales over the years. Have you found anyone here who would believe you?"

She hums softly, and then tilts her head and nods softly.

"Yes, I found a few nice and helpful folks." She informs him warmly. Gently leaning an ear against him and listens to the comforting sounds of his hearts and breathing.

Keeping an eye etc out for any signs of distress.

( twice upon a time is fine by me, loved it. )

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