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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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"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.

The topic change is a welcome one. He's a bit overwhelmed to talk about memories: lost and gained.

"Very. Arthur Conan Doyle and I had several long conversations about how to implement them in book form. Why?"

Her ears and eyebrows go up, and she gets a look that's half super intrigued and gleeful. That any sort of fan might get at hearing about some super awesome colab or something between some of their most favorite people.

"Really?" She asks her Boise a bit squeaky. And then clears her throat, "oh um, " she shakes her hear her eyes kinda excited and glossy bright. Her furr poofing and floffing out so she's very fuzzy and fluffy.

"That's ah kinda brilliantly awesome.. And oh um just my friends.. sort of the resident expert round where.. he's from.. well other than his older brother.. " She murmurs softly a slight twinkle in her eyes.

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He chuckles softly at her reaction.

"Well that cheered you up. But I still don't know why it matters?"

It's not like the Doctor knows this brother or anything.

She smiles softly at that, there we go. Her tail wags a wee bit, happy was good.

"Well, ..ahem..I assume you're familiar with Multiverse theory?" She asks softly, "At least if ya been here before or something." She adds softly. And tilts her head. trying to get a read on his reactions and him.

He gives he a look. He thought she knew something about him. Clearly not.

"You could say I'm familiar with it."

Could even say he rewrote a couple of the premises, and proved a few others.

She gives him a small smile better to ask then have someone get mad at her again for over explaining. "Ah, k good. Well .. naturally there's places where. There's Sherlock's. " She murmurs softly.

Her tail thumps softly.

He pulls a hand down his face.

"While I happen to be in a state of grace, I have no idea how long it is going to last, so if you could just get to the point?"

He's tired and in pain. Also, he's not the most patient to begin with.

She blinks, she thought she was dropping some obvious hints..maybe not opps. Her shoulders sag and she tries to send him some warmth and comfort with a little shiver.

"oh right, right sorry." She tucks her tail and feet under herself making her seem a bit smaller. "ahem, I was just wondering if there wasn't someone..or thing ya like to see or do..before..anything happens." She tries to explain. Why did she have the problem of either being too long-winded rambling or cryptic on accident?
She sighs a little.

"Oh, I'm not sure what that has to do with Sherlock Holmes. But No." He pauses. "Well, yes, but nothing that anyone here can actually help with."

Seeing River, Susan, or even Missy would be nice. Though he has mixed thoughts about Missy, since she abandoned him.

"well I know at least one of them..and the older Holmes..ya know if ya needed help with finding someone around here. " She replies softly, "I could about trying to get ahold of them." She offers gently. At the moment it might be easier getting ahold of Mycroft.. as Sherlock was having some issues.

"oh." She murmurs softly and sadly. And then asks warmly, "Are..you hungry or anything?" determined to at least make sure he was comfortable as she could make him. Seeming to be striking out on most talking points at the moment.

"Depends on which version of them are around. Some are more apt to helping than others."

But, he still doesn't know what that has to do with him, oh well.

"No. Tired, mostly."

Exhausted. Physically, mentally, spiritually. He's done and still he needs to decide.

She hums, "hmm yes that's true. " She murmurs with a nod.

She blinks up at him, She had hoped he liked them a least a little. She hoped he didn't feel like Doyle did later on with the 'loathing' and people badgering him.

"Ah I see." She murmurs and nods and pulls out a folded shock blanket and tries to gently place it behind his head as she held it in her teeth at an edge. And gently stood on her hind back paws .

"Well, really, it's almost shocking the many different interpretations of the characters there can be when they all use the same source material."

And that's just from Telly.

He allows her to put the blanket around him and even helps a bit. He knows it won't help him, but if it helps her, well...

"Thank you. You don't really need to fuss over me, though. I just need to make the decision. I'm really okay with either option at this point."

"Cha, that is very very true. " She murmurs she'd met a few Er doubles/ dopples. Before though. Not from any of the American or Classic versions .. yet anyway. She was sure there was a dimension out there though.

"Do you have a favorite or two?" She asks warmly. "I rather have a fondness for the Great Mouse Detectivetective myself. " She murmurs softly and tenderly.

"Your most welcome. " She murmurs brightly and checks his vitals again. Her face softens and she nods, before sitting down again.

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