dear_mun | (no subject)

Ha Ahhhhhh! Now here is a face I remember. On several occasions as it happened. Some more especially pleasant than others.

Hello, old friend.

A very old friend, as it happens. Several long long lifetimes of it, in fact. Some easier to remember than others. The Big Bad Wolf, I presume?

[Her eyes flash gold for a moment.] That would be me.

Good. You've not about to suggest whether or not I destroy reality again, are you? I'm probably a little past such things.

I'm simply here observing. At the whim of my mun. But I hardly suggest death and destruction, it's so tiring.

Ah, observation. I'm finally getting used to that state myself. Very trying, but I think I manage.

If you're the emotional centre of a super weapon I wouldn't know what to think of you. I always wondered, what happened to the Moment after I... we.. left? A mystery I never learnt.

I'm stored away in the Tardis, you couldn't bare to destroy me so you kept me safe.

Such a pretty young thing like you? Of course not, forgive me for forgetting but it has been several lifetimes after all.

Don't make me blush, Curator. And how could you remember? It wasn't meant to be.

Memories come and fade for a man like me, sometimes it's hard to recall what did and didn't happen.

They can be troublesome in that regard. Terribly stubborn about their ideas and usually lacking in common sense.

Common sense is moot with my mun, so it seems.

Doesn't quite work that way, I'm afraid.

Silly little things, muns are. Hello, Sandshoes.

Oh, good, yeah — joke's still on, is it?

Bad Wolf Girl, then?

I'm easily amused in my old age.

And yup. [The 'P' in yup pop as she let it drag out a bit.] How's the wife? Good Queen Bess.

You and me both. Apparently.

Oh, couldn't say. Reception got cut a bit short, what with old planets returning and all that. 'Course you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, though.

Virgin queen indeed. [She laughed at that.]

No, no. 'Course not.

Well. [ He frowns, eyes darting up in another direction. ] History. You know. It's all very hit and miss, isn't it?

Figured. That would be ridiculous, considering — well, considering you've taken on quite the interesting form, haven't you? [ Interesting is one word. He considers a few others. ] Rose Tyler. [ He tops off her name with a clink of his teeth. ] Although, not like this. No, no, like this, you're something new.

—Why?

I do believe you once said it was 'wibbly wobbly', am I correct?

[She flashed him a smile that was so painfully Rose as she crossed her legs.] I picked this face because of the emotion response it causes.

No, no. Must have me — confused with someone else. [ He sniffs dismissively. ]

[ Don't think he doesn't notice that smile, because of course he does. The Doctor folds his arms and it's clear now that he isn't nearly as amused as she is. ] What, even for him? That's not good enough.

Oh, well it was worth a try. [She exclaims and lets out a long sigh. Standing up she started to walk circles around him, her face had a look of deep concentration on it.] You've always been too clever, my Doctor.

[ He raises an eyebrow, letting his hands fall as he observes her. The Doctor watches her carefully, curious as ever. He doesn't remember his time with her — with The Moment, not Rose Tyler. He remembers every moment with Rose, but this, this is downright cruel, isn't it? ]

Well, one of us has to be. Figured I'd take on the burden. [ He lifts his chin, serious now. ] Why her? Why Rose Tyler? You could have been anyone. Susan, Jamie, Sarah Jane, Martha — anyone. But you came to me, to him, in the form of someone he hadn't even met, yet. Color me curious.

[She could feel his eyes practically burning into her as she walked but her steps never faltered, her expression never changed. Crossing her arms behind her back she paced the small area of his TARDIS. They needed to be alone now, uninterrupted.]

Time is like a circle, 'round and 'round it goes, in theory. Always leading toward the next thing but eventually it goes back to the start. [Stopping she turns to fully face him.] Sometimes that circle gets all twisted and distorted.

[ His eyes narrow. He doesn't hear Rose. It's her voice, but the words aren't hers. They never really were.

It's a disservice, in a way. Bad Wolf — it wasn't her. It was what the Time Vortex made of her. Every move she made was so completely human. This Moment, The Moment, it doesn't know what it means, to be human.

Then again, who is he to talk? ]

Y'know, you keep talking, but all I hear is noise. [ He leans in, speaking low. ] Go on, give us a hint. We're ever so clever.

I did wonder how long it would take for you to pop up around this place.

It took hardly any time at all.

As one might expect from these muns. There's quite a few old-new faces around here since yesterday.

You're looking lovely these days.

I see you've borrowed a most interesting face. Did you pick it out of my Matrix archives?

Indeed I did. It seemed the most fitting. More of an emotional response. Though it was a face picked too soon.

Very good choice. He was quite attached to her. Even if it was too early the other two certainly had a reaction.

Imagine if they had actually seen me. I caught the look on Sandshoe's face with I was mentioned. 'Bad Wolf Girl.'

Would have been shell-shocked, that one. Never wanted to let things go.

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance. Wait, sorry. That's a song lyric.

Is it? Sometimes humans get it right when the string words together.

Ideas, I'm afraid, are often quite stubborn.

As it would seem, Doctor dear.

How very much like the Time Lords to give their ultimate weapon such frivolous self-defeating designs features such as sentience and personality. Small wonder my children easily gain the advantage over them with MY inventions of temporal mass destruction.

Hah! Good luck with that.

Careful ideas can sometimes be dangerous.