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Suddenly much more alert after hearing her words, her gaze as she scans the room is much more observant. He studies the details of the machinery, the configuration of wires, any and all visible circuits. But it's exactly like she said, everything seems perfectly normal -- presuming that normal accounts for all system's functioning perfectly.

But there's one word thst she mentioned, that has the ring of a clue to all this. "You just arrived?" he questions. Of course, it should have been obvious. The biosphere would have outsiders with access to data perform checks, and that was exactly what the girl had come to do. Must've been the strange atmostphere getting to him, or he was becoming a bit slow. He dreaded the possibility of the latter.

Ten and Amelia || Lunar Eclipse || Closed Flashback Para

Amie walked over to one of the desks. The holographic projection system seemed to be working, so she set it to run a diagnostics check, and the map of the whole complex was projected into the air around them. “Everything seems normal, all airlocks are sealed and there have been no incoming or outgoing teleports and no shuttles have come in or left the docking station since I arrived.” She raised an eyebrow at the image before her.

"So where is everyone?" She spun around, her hair falling out of the loose bun in which it had been previously tied. "Don’t you find that a little bit strange?" 

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His body betrays him for a mere moment, and the expression that forms is one of surprise. He'd always suspected he very answer she'd given him, but he hadn't expected it. And she'd right of course, memory is one of the most unreliable things in existence, and asking further questions could create a paradox. The current one that he exists in seems ti be having a hard time sustaining itself, if the signs all around London are any indicator.

"Well, it's exactly like you said," he answers, recovering from the brief shock. "I shouldn't tell you more than I already have. I mean -- I don't want to." He nearly curses under his breath, the stupid slip of the tongue having caused him to blow the cover of a perfect excuse.

He poses another question, voice slightly more frantic now lest he expose the secret he's been trying to hide. "Can I trust you?" Kill or no kill, that's the question that matters. There seems to be something much bigger going on in London right now, and with the truth field working to his advantage, he'd like to know who to trust.

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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Muscles relaxing from the initial surprise of having said those words, his lips form a small smile and there's that glimmer of selfishness in him which arises again. That part of him that thinks, if he just let himself, he could be happy with Rose. At least for now. There's a thought in the back of his mind that he might not have a lot of nows left.

Either way, he's said the words now, and there's no going back on that. He doesn't think he wants to go back on them anyway. A hand reaches up on brush a strang of hair away from her face as he whispers, "I'm so sorry that I lost you Rose."

Tweaked Truths || Ten and Rose

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"Maybe I am," he whispers, trying to look as innocent as possible as he utters the words. He laughs as she mentions his beloved sonic, and reaches into his suit pocket with his free hand to make sure it's still there. "You just might," he quips. It's really not a lie, he and the sonic are insepearable, and the device just about the most useful thing he's ever made. Including the Ding! machine.

"I've been wandeing mainly," he confesses. "I can't say I'm happy that the TARDIS is breakin' down, but 'm sure she'll be alright in the future. Paradoxes 'n all that can't be good for 'er." The makings of a frown are displaying themselves on his features, but he reins them in before they can make a home there. "Can't seem to get used to not travelin' just yet, but I'll adjust to it soon enough -- I hope."

Yearning for Adventure || Rose and the Tenth Doctor

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              "I feel some company is overdue, so I'm willing to make a comromise."

                      ”Nah, I’d rather ride my bike around the hall.”

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               ♫ Do you want to build a snowman? ♫

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                   ❝Oi! 'm not boring!❞    (an indignant scowl                  and a crease in his forehead appear) ❝Who told you tha'?❞

   { ♔ }— ❝Roses are r e d,                    violets are blue,                   everything’s boring,                   especially y o u.❞

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"No planes, and I don't think we'll need to catch a bus..." he drifts off, expecting to see some disappointment from Rose. He turns his gaze back to the street so he won't need to see it. He lips quirk into another smile as she mentions the Slitheen. "Something like that," he replies and picks up his pace and pulls Rose a bit closer to him, as they pass by a group of people.

There hasn't been any invasion to his knowledge so far -- but then again, he never really know until things start going awry.

Yearning for Adventure || Rose and the Tenth Doctor

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He opens his mouth to protest once more, but can find no more words. You're wrong, he wishes he could say. I want you to be safe, he thinks. But instead, the words that come out of his mouth are, "I love you."

The instant the words are spoken, he tries to backpedal, but it muted by the silence of the truth he's just spoken. Lies refuse to tell themselves, to cover up what could only do more harm than good, and the Doctor just stares at Rose with wide eyes.

Tweaked Truths || Ten and Rose

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He plastered a smile onto his lips, determined not to let her get the upper hand on him. "Nervous? I wouldn't call it that. I have the right to reserve some judgement though, for all I know, you might've killed me!" He laughed, as if he'd told a joke, though his eyes betrayed him.

She hadn't answered his question. Unable to stop himself from asking the question, the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, "Did you?"

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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He chuckles at her question, and responds with the obligatory, "I told you it's a surprise!" It isn't so much that he doesn't want to tell her or that wants to tease her, but that he's a bit scared to tell her where they're going. He doesn't have a functioning TARDIS anymore, and he can't risk another trip.

But after everywhere they've been together, it feels a bit like anything less than at least another country will feel like a disappointment. He can't be the same Doctor that took her across galaxies - not right now - and there's a bit of insecurity that goes along with that. He wonders if this is how his metacrisis counterpart felt when he first ended up on Pete's World with Rose.

His thoughts are starting to wander again, and he tries to focus them back on Rose. "-won't be as fun if I spoil it so soon."

Yearning for Adventure || Rose and the Tenth Doctor

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He walks up the steps to the infamous Baker Street flat with a grin on his face and a pair of 3D glasses on his face.                   Today's been a good day, and he might even have a lead on those frustrating 'angels'.                                   He feels that it's obligatory to share the news with someone - and he isn't going to go telling himself about the good news.                                                     Who better than the consulting detective then?                                                                              Besides, they have a conversation to finish.              He pushes the door open without a second thought, and enters the room.                              Immediately faced with a wall covered with writings and images             one of which happens to be his TARDIS.

               Grin even wider now, it takes him a moment to remember why he entered in the first place.                                                           "Sher-lock," he calls out before realising that the detective is, in fact, right in front of him.                He looks the slightest bit dazed, and it takes the Doctor another moment to figure out why.                                          Well                                                                        that changes things a bit.        He squints at him for a moment, before taking a seat on the chair opposite him.

"'m guessing you haven't had a case today."

We All Have Our Vices ||Open||

{☣}— Was it a shock?                                                              A surprise?                          No of course it wasn’t.                                                                                            What did they expect?                                   Sherlock was, truly, for the first time, feeling completely alone.       Even while he was away, everyone believing that he had perished on the concrete those years ago, he had never felt completely alone.                           He knew John thought of him.                                              That he was needed.                              And yet, now, it seemed as though John would be better if Sherlock left him to live his life.                          To be with Mary and their unborn child. Their daughter.                   But, such an act would be selfish, would it not?                        And Sherlock, for once, cared if he was selfish or not.               It was all because of John Watson.                                 John Watson. His rock. The one who always kept him right.                     And he would be so much safer without me.                Sherlock stood beside his window, a lit cigarette dangling in his fingers as he watched the busy street below go on by, pedestrians, cabbies, cyclists, all living their lives without a second thought.                   And Sherlock loathed them.                          No. Perhaps loathed was the wrong word.                 He envied them.                                  Envied that they could live their lives without any cares - that they were not trapped within a mind that was ever so                                                loud,loud, loud, loud.              Especially not loud to the point where he had to turn to recreational drug use in order to turn it down.                       To mute it.                            To stay sane.

                                                               Sherlock took a drag from his cigarette, flicking the ash off the burning end into the carpet.                      He gave no cares if it stained into the flooring.                            Worse substances had graced the ground before that.                He put the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, taking a seat in his armchair and pulling out a small container.                       Yes.                            The instrument he used to self medicate.                       The preparation wasn’t difficult. Heating the substance, drawing it up through a cotton swab into the syringe.                           Tying the tourniquet.                                       Finding the vein.                                And yet -                                                 Sherlock always paused before he pushed the plunger down.                       Before he injected himself.                               He wasn’t sure what the hesitation was for.                Was it fear?                                Regret?                                                                                                               Guilt?

                                   Whatever it was, it was never strong enough to stop him from partaking of the heroin.               The mind numbing, world cancelling drug.                             No, Sherlock’s relationship with heroin was not all that complicated.                 If the work was his wife, then heroin was clearly the mistress.              He sighed as the syringe hit the table, his eyes closed and a hand over his puncture mark.                    There was nothing that would ever compare to the first high, yet the euphoria felt with each time was still enough to keep Sherlock Holmes coming back for more.                          Everyone had their temptations.                     The things that pushed them. Pulled them.                              Made them falter and fall.                                                                                Sherlock lazily lit up another cigarette as he half laid in his chair, enjoying the sensation.                          A careless afternoon in a drugged haze.                                      He did not mind spending his day like this.  —{☣}

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He saw the colour draining from her face, and an expression of dread forming. He knew he'd made the slightest of mistakes, but that it had been enough. He opened his mouth to correct himself, but knew he couldn't tell her a lie. She had been a bait for him too. One regeneration left, he remembered. His eyes narrowed on her, any pity he might have had diminishing.

"It hasn't been too long since I first met you, no." The confirmation was as vague as he could keep it. But sparing her feelings was not his main focus for the moment. "I wouldn't say I got you into much trouble, I tried to get you out of it actually." Tried and failed. But he wasn't about to admit that. He wasn't about to give it much thought either.

"Now, why would someone use you to bait me? Any ideas on that?" 

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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He paused for a brief moment, mindful that he could just as easily reveal secrets as she could. "I met you when you were on an expedition," he answered, choosing his words with great care. A smile played across his lips for a brief moment as he thought of what to ask her next. 

She seemed to dislike speaking about her past, but that wouldn't deter him from continuing to ask her about it. "Bait for whom?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. "And where did you see me last before the ball, Professor?" This truth field had seemed to work against him, but if he played his cards just right, it could be a gift.

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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He'd felt that something had been strange with how the truth had kept spilling from his lips. It seemed now, that it was something that could be used to his advantage. Of course, if there was a truth field, that could be a problem. At the moment though, he had something much more interesting to get to.

"Demons... The battle at Demons Run?" he quirked a brow at her. A bit more than an archeologist then. It had always been clear that she hadn't been telling the whole truth, but how much had she truly left out. "What exactly was your part in that battle?"

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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His eyes shifted back over to River, misery and regret shifting as another thought began to occupy his mind. She knew. It shouldn't have been such a surprise, he knew she was someone important to him, but it was disconcerting how she could know so much of his past, and yet he knew none of hers.

Barely-masked clouding his eyes, he stepped towards her. "Where would the universe be without you Professor Song?" he asked.

Tweaked Truths || Ten and River

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He gave her a quick wink and an "after you" opting to avoid answering her questions. Some things were best left to mystery, he decided. Following after Amelia, he slipped through the doors and onto the Deck, immediately trying to take in his surroundings. The technology around him was just as it should've been, technologies updated and appropriate to the time and generally functioning well.

He turned to face Amelia as he heard his name, approaching her. "What is it?" he questioned, looking around the eerily quiet room.

Ten and Amelia || Lunar Eclipse || Closed Flashback Para

Amie was surprised when the man produced a black leather wallet from his pocket and brandished it close to her face. Her eyes scanned the identification which he was showing her and everything checked out. Deciding that what he was showing her was legitimate, she nodded and pushed the man’s hand away. 

"Well, Doctor Smith, I’m sure that you have things to be seeing to, just like I do." She bit her lip, and turned away. After getting no response from the door, she turned to see the man still standing there, a grin on his face. "What are you smirking at?" She raised an eyebrow, before giggling, she had turned around with complete composure, but however hard she tried, she couldn’t hold it for more than a few seconds.

"Oh, so you’re a travelling Doctor?" She tilted her head, examining his attire more closely, he did not look like a Doctor, nor did he talk like one, but his identification seemed legitimate, so she dismissed her thoughts. "Pinstripes?" She said with a smirk, "Not very GP is it?” She giggled. “A Sonic what?" Amelia looked closer at the device which the man activated. A blue light and a high-pitched buzzing resonated and was followed by a quiet click, and the hissing of the airlock opening. "Wow. Where’d you get that from?" She raised an eyebrow, this was something she hadn’t seen before.

She slowly crept into the Observation Deck. The room was a huge circular area, with huge panes of glass spaced around the perimeter, giving stunning views out into space. The room was quiet, eerily quiet for a room that was supposed to be monitoring communications, space-traffic and the entire base in general. The only sound audible, was a quiet beeping from the huge control towers which stood either side of the doorway, full of wires and sockets and slowly flashing lights. “Doctor?” Amie called out behind her.