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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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.

The signs of distress are there, just under the surface. But not enough for him to comment on. But if she knows anything about the rhythm of any body, she'll be able to tell he has a strong energy pulsing through him.

"Good. Everyone needs a few of those."

Even him, though he probably wouldn't admit it out loud, unless he had to.

Her ear twitches slightly in concern and snuggles in a doggy hug like manner. It might not help a lot but it was proven to help with stress.

She half wondered if she should start putting a energy shield or warding up. Though she's not sure how much good it'll do to contain something that strong. If Time Lord's had a grade or scale on the magic/energy spectrum during regeneration. It would be very very , very high.

"Aye, indeed. " She murmurs in agreement. "One of my bestest best friends is having memory problems at the moment however.. it's rather worrying.. he seems to get himself into that sort more then he should.. especially at his intelligence level." She's not sure why she confides that to him. Perhaps because she notes some similarities between them.

Though in his state, Sherlock didn't even remember Storybrooke.. yet. She held onto hope. She couldn't, no wouldn't give up. Not on either of them. But she knew better than to push too hard and or fast.

She'd probably only hurt herself, really.

"Memory problems. I know a thing or two about that. What's he forgetting?

It's distraction at this point. He needs something other than himself to think about.

She hums and her eyes soften.

"oh, about the last twenty-eight years or so..." She murmurs softly sadly. Though she figures he might need one of those about now. Most folks did.

She sighs and pulls out a sketchbook and then a pouch of snacks from her back pack.

"Oh, that's... much longer than me. I only lost one person."

Doesn't matter that he's gained her back, losing her was hard.

She nods softly, not to mention character growth and the like she sighs softly. "I'm sorry you did." She murmurs gently and lays her head against his arm in a comforting manner.

"The thing is I'm not quite sure..if it's..gone forever or being suppressed by something." She murmurs softly. Her ears flick back a little, "or someone."

"Well, if it's suppressed, it can be regained. Gone... Not much you can do for gone."

He's not really good at the bedside manner thing.

She nods and swallows softly and thickly. And let's out an a uneasy breath. She figured as much and hoped it was the former. He had a very resilient and brilliant mind. It was a gift she hoped he wouldn't lose. It would be one of the worst and devastating things for him.

"Aye,hopefully I can find more clues soon. " She murmurs softly, and then peeks up at him. "Are you familiar with the Holmesian methods?" She asks gently and warmly. He seemed like the sort who might like that.

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