life goes on, it gets so heavy

[godcomplexed]

Who: The Doctor and the TARDIS
What: Dealing with Amy's droning
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: Today



[Amy was gone.

That was the only thing that had been on his mind for the past few days. He'd been in Mayfield a year. How long would it be until he saw her again? Another year? The thought made him feel sick with loneliness. As did his selfishness. He should be happy Amy was gone from this terrible place.

He couldn't take it anymore. He felt like there was a weight dragging him down.

He collapses on the bed and closes his eyes.]

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[spaceshadowfax]

[She's never been able to bear seeing him upset. Seven hundred years together and knowing he's unhappy still makes her insides twist.

Poor Orangey Girl. No, not poor. She's gone back where she belongs and she's safe, that's important. She'll go through her natural timeline, with no memory and that's good. That's for the best. But not for Pretty and the Doctor.

Sexy stands in the doorway of the bedroom for a few moments, just watching him. She can't just leave him to sulk, that's never done any good. There must be something she can...Aha!

She sweeps into the room, hurrying to the closet and pulling out the Doctor's heavy coat then tossing it onto the bed, right on top of him.]

Get up.

[godcomplexed]

Hmm.

[The coat dropping on him jostles him slightly, but not enough to rouse him.

He shifts and tries to curl under the blankets.]

[spaceshadowfax]

[Oh no he's not. She moves to the bottom of the bed, grabs hold of the bottom of the blankets and yanks.]

I said get up, idiot. We're going out.

[godcomplexed]

[Weh, curls up, shivering and looking pathetic.]

I'm not.

I don't feel well.

[spaceshadowfax]

[It's like de-nesting a baby bird. Good thing she doesn't know what what's like or she'd feel bad.]

You've been moping about since Orangey was droned. I'm taking you out on a- oh, what's that word? The women at the hospital are always chattering about it...ah! A date.

I'm taking you out on a date.

[godcomplexed]

[For once in his life, the idea of going out doesn't excite him. He just feels tired.]

I'm tired. Not dressed.

Ask Jade to go with you.

[spaceshadowfax]

That's why I got your coat for you. Your scarf and shoes are downstairs. [She's the most caring wife ever.]

And Jade doesn't need a date. You do. [She only has a vauge, secondhand idea of what a date actually is but dammit, she's taking him on one!]

[godcomplexed]

I don't need anything! So sod off, would you?

[He snaps, harsher than he means to. He's not upset with her. He actually appreciates her kindness, but he's wrapped up in his sadness right now.]

1/2

[spaceshadowfax]

[Oh, Doctor, you do not sass at Sexy, sads or no sads. She makes a face at him, a weird mixture of a scowl and thoughtful.

Speaking of Jade, she's good at handling him when he's in these moods. What would Jade do...]

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[spaceshadowfax]

[Still frowning, she makes her way to the side of the bed and sits on him.]

[godcomplexed]

[He chokes and sputters as that is really uncomfortable considering how tiny he is.]

Get off!

[spaceshadowfax]

[Oh hush. She's smaller than he is, albeit she likely weighs more.]

Not until you step out with me.

[godcomplexed]

I-

[it's something Amy would do. Has done. Take him by the tie and stick it in a car door. Sit on him until he took her shopping. Poke until danced with her.

He goes silent. Taking in shuddering breaths as he tries to prevent a strangled sob from emitting his lips.]

[spaceshadowfax]

...

[She slides off him and sits next to him, back against the headboard. Her arm loops around his shoulders, pulling his head to her chest.]

Go on, I know you want to.

[godcomplexed]

[He shakes his head, sniffling. He really doesn't want to cry in front of anyone.]

[spaceshadowfax]

Then if you're not going to stay locked in here crying I'm taking you out. [A pause.] Orangey wouldn't want you to mope like this.

[godcomplexed]

I know. Of course not... She would never...

[spaceshadowfax]

So get your shoes on.

[godcomplexed]

[Sighs and sits up. He still looks rather miserable.]

[spaceshadowfax]

[At least he's up. That's an improvement. She leans over to kiss his temple then rolls over the edge of the bed onto her feet.]

[godcomplexed]

[Sniffs and rubs at his nose and eyes.]

[spaceshadowfax]

[And she's impatiently tugging at his arm. She's a woman of little patience today.]

[godcomplexed]

[Stumbles out of bed and follows her.]

Blimey. You're in a rush.

[spaceshadowfax]

Of course I'm in a rush. I don't want to be late for...whatever it is people do on dates.

[She hasn't thought that far ahead yet.]

[godcomplexed]

You're taking me out on a date and you don't even know what we're to do? That's... well, not even I would do that.

[spaceshadowfax]

I only just thought of it.

And I've never been on a date before. Not unless you count Venice.

[godcomplexed]

Ah, Venice. That was brilliant. Loved that cafe.

Despite the odd looks you kept getting.

[Small smile...]

[spaceshadowfax]

I preferred to think of them as looks of admiration. It's likely the only time in their lives they got to see the most beautiful police box in the universe.

[godcomplexed]

Of course.

Though. As it was 1678, the police box did confuse them a bit.

[pulling on his coat.]