on asgard imploding after she left

[badwolf]

You're kidding me.

Actually joking. Because you can't really be serious. Daleks? They want to bring Daleks to Asgard? What the hell are they thinking?! An' don't even get me started on the uproar that's happening between the Doctors- you can't keep letting me in on that and then rub it in my face that I can't be there. Least I could do is separate them for ten minutes.

Get your own self sorted out quick, cause if this keeps up, Mum's gonna be proud of the genes she gave me.

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[beforethewar]

You can blame my mun for the Daleks idea. She likes seeing me suffer for some reason.

[He looks a bit stricken at her anger.]

And...I'm sorry? I don't know what to tell you, Rose. It's been a rough time for all of us.

[badwolf]

Rough? You think I don't know about losing people being rough? You grow up, you tough it up and you stop crying- you deal with it, or use it to fuel your advantage.

An' your mun can go stuff it. [ YEAH SHE'S A BIT. UPSET. ]

[beforethewar]

[At first, his lips move, but no sound comes out. What the hell?]

That's...that's what I'm trying to do! I'm trying to just deal with it, in a way where I don't have to deal with it ever again.

Still, you don't want me to shut down forever, or else we'd never meet.

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[badwolf]

No.

[badwolf]

Don't- Don't say that. Never having to deal with it again. You just fix yourself up until things cool down, and then you go back an' you suss it out.

[ Which makes Rose sound like a massive hypocrite right about now, but hey, that wasn't what she'd said not to do. ]

I'm pretty sure you do shut down. And I just force you open again.

[ She's not going to toot her own horn or anything, but even that she'll admit to doing. ]

[beforethewar]

Well, never in my lifetime at least.

[He just looks tired now. Tired, and old.]

There's nothing to suss, Rose. And the more I open up, the worse it gets after it's come crashing down on me.

[Then, he tries to give a reassuring smile.]

I'll be alright. The universe always needs saving, so I'll always have something to occupy myself with. It's not like I'm going to go into hiding and refuse to help.

[badwolf]

Think about who's takin' it out on you though. Yourself, other busy bodies who've got too much dark in their heart to deal with their own hurt. There're people out there who aren't gonna tell you to suck it up. They'll say sorry, an' help you through it.

You lot are so stubborn when it comes to us. You lose us- and sometimes it's permanent. But there're other people around, more people to care about, who care about you. Don't shut everything out just to fight some stupid war. Caring hurts, but you can't give that up. You can't ignore it forever.

All it does is hurt everyone who's left. [ Like her. Like Charley. Like everyone else who tries to help, who they think he's letting in, and then slamming the door in their faces all over again. ]

[beforethewar]

[But she's not there. Nor is Charley. And that's the problem.]

I suppose it's just recent experience that's made this hit me harder than it normally would.

Did your Doctor ever tell you about his family? [He snorts.] No, I don't suppose he did. Well, I did. I do, still. At least at my point in my timeline, I still have a granddaughter. She's been living on Earth, a few centuries in your future. Even married a nice young man named David Campbell.

It took me a long time to bring myself to go back and see her again, but when I did, I found out I was a great-grandfather. Alexander David. Alex. Bright lad, all grown up and wanting to be an architect. He knew nothing of his heritage.

But then...

[He swallows.]

Not too long before I came here -- a few weeks at the most -- he, and my friend Tamsin, were gunned down by Daleks. My best friend, Lucie, sacrificed her life to stop them. And I could do nothing but hold my granddaughter while she screamed for her child.

[Good grief, why is he saying all this? Damn it, Rose. You and your way with getting people to open up. But once he has started, he can't stop letting it all spill out. And, well, he's Eight. Always be prepared for him to wax poetic...at length.]

Having someone I loved show up in Asgard after I thought I'd lost her felt like the universe was, for once, trying to offer me some consolation. I could hold onto her and be comforted. I could make up for all my mistakes with her and have something in my personal life that I could fix. I can't bring my friends back, nor can I give my dear Susan her boy back, but I could make everything between Charley and myself alright again.

Now I can't.

[timelordee]

Now that's a real spot of bad luck there, doncha think? [The Doctor leans back and slips his hands in his pockets. He's none to happy about that little tidbit of info about the prospective game he's heading to.]

[Suuuuure, Mun. Send him to a game they want Daleks to show up.]

[badwolf]

[ Hey, in fairness, who better to take care of the Daleks than the Doctor himself? Having more of him there ... Well, that should just make things a little easier, shouldn't it? ]

I'd say it's a touch more than just bad luck. [ She's sour. Very sour. ]

[timelordee]

[Damn right! His following point exactly!]

[Seeing as he doesn't like to see his favorite lady sour and unhappy, the Doctor extends his arm out. Free hug? He's not gonna sit there and let her worry. So in kicks the protection mode!]

For them maybe. Poor bastards won't know what hit'em! If they're scared of just me, what happens when we have several?

[badwolf]

[ Grump grump grump. Sour as she might be, she can't really stay mad and resist an open offer for hugs or anything of the like. Not right now, anyway. Well, she still might be scowling, but she's a little flumped into his arms either way. ]

I dunno, but I don't think it's gonna be good. [ A beat. ] What if I'm not back in time? What if they show up an' I'm still not there? What if something happens?

[timelordee]

[C'mere you.]

I'm certain it won't be. They're Daleks. [He pauses.If she's not there..? Well...] Then you'll be safe, an' I'm thankful for that.

[Here, have a reassuring smile.] Somethin' like what? What're you worried about?

[goesagainst_thegrain]

Our mundanes, as has been established on more than one occasion, are completely mad. And more than a little sadistic.

[Six has just about given up being annoyed about it, it's just a waste of energy.]

Don't expect me to step in to that; usually if two of us are going to argue, it's best to let us get on with it.

[Besides he's not sure what he could say that wouldn't get them both mad at him.]

[badwolf]

You let them, and they'll keep at it all day.

[ She's already frightened and livid about their ridiculous writers and their habits, so that's not getting another other than a grind of her teeth. ]

Are you-- ...You've dealt with the Daleks before, yeah?

[goesagainst_thegrain]

Won't they just.

[But complaining about muns, while fun, won't exactly get them anywhere.]

Dealt with them? Miss Tyler, I have run into those persistent pepperpots more times than I'd care to count. Even had tea with Davros, once.

[Well, more like served him tea, but details.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ MUNDANE STOP THROWING HIM AT THESE HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE HERE because oh no angry Rose oh noooo. ]

What uproar?

[ Bit of arguing never killed anyone they're cool. ]