IT'S TIME TO RUN. (ap)

                                                            NOT HUMAN—————————-?

          THAT IS IT. Alana sits down on the nearest surface, she is in complete and utter shock. NOT HUMAN? Alana is a PSYCHIATRIST and the way he is talking makes her want to bring him in for questioning, she wants to bring him in to make sure he’s mentally sane, but at the very same time, the thing that is upsetting her the MOST is that she is only trying to say he is crazy so this makes sense. She doesn’t really think he’s insane. He’s coherent and intelligent————–a little eccentric she will admit that, but he was harmless. Perhaps it was SHE that was the crazy one. Maybe this was all just a dream? Alana didn’t know, but all she knew is her mind was absolutely BLOWN.

          Small hands rest on her knees, head tipped down, looking at the ground. She exhales probably the biggest sigh she ever has, followed by a GRUNT. She’s clearly frustrated at the fact that she doesn’t understand. Any person should be. She couldn’t help but wonder how many people he shared this information  with? She wondered if they reacted the same way? But mostly, she wondered why he chose to tell her this? Did he trust her?

          “ I think I’m CRAZY for even entertaining this thought, ” she says, finally able to speak, raising her head to look at the man who calls himself the Doctor. “ DO you have PROOF? Anything that can———I don’t know———–settle my mind? For some UNGODLY reason, I want to believe you. ” There’s a tear in her eye. Not because she’s upset or sad, but she’s just a little rattled. 

standing  yet  in  the  center  of  the  room,  the  doctor  wrings  his  hands  together,  then  finally  decides  to  make  his  way  toward  the  woman,  bracing  his  palms  against  the  adjacent  surface,  settling  beside  her  --  enough  room  not  to  spook  her,  but  to  give  their  conversation  a  bubble  of  intimacy.  she’s  one  of  the  few  who’ve  asked  for  more,  and  it  almost  makes  him  feel  young  again  to  hear  the  query;  he  wants  to  settle  the  confusion,  pull  the  fear  out  of  her.  

‘  i’d  thought  th’  two  hearts  mighta  done  it.  ‘  he  returns,  a  smile  finally  struggling  with  his  neutral  expression.  ‘  i’m  from  a  planet  called  gallifrey,  in  th’  kasterborous  constellation.  i’m  ---  ‘  he  waves  his  arms,  marginally,  then  folds  them  into  his lap.  ‘  --  ‘bout  nine  hundred  right  now.  i  think.  oh,  an’  i’ve  got  this.  ‘  his  hand  slips  into  his  pocket  to  retrieve  an  innocuous  object,  slender,  roughly  the  size  of  a  workshop  tool.  ‘  this  is  my  sonic.  ‘  with  some  fiddling,  he  shifts  the  settings,  then  presents  it  to  alana. 

          HYPERVENTILATING. Yep. That’s where she was right now mentally. She couldn’t believe anything right now. The only reason that Alana was losing her mind right now, was because everything she thought she knew in life, was being questioned. All the answers she thought she knew, suddenly felt WRONG. 

          She grunts, frustratedly, and folds her arms over her chest. She lets out a deep sigh. “ And what would I say? There’s a man telling me he has two hearts? They’d arrest ME for being the mad one. ” She isn’t sure why she’s so FRUSTRATED with the man, perhaps it had to do with the fact that she HATED not having control over a situation.

          Running her fingers through her hair, she looks up at the Doctor and ALMOST smiles at him. She’s starting to admit defeat. “ First—————it was the tard—-tard-whatever-ship, okay, that was pretty strange, and definitely beyond me. Beyond logic. But one thing I should be able to be certain of is HUMAN ANATOMY————————-who has two hearts? ” Yep. She out-right asks that. “ I mean. Y’Know? ”

         In the moment, it kind of felt like she was having an existential crisis. But at the same time that she was freaking out, she knew that when she cooled down at bit, and took the time to TRULY make sense of everything that was going on right now, she would find it more FASCINATING than frustrating. Doctor Bloom was a huge fan of the strange and unusual. 

「 ▐ ❀ ┇ continued from here! // @dctah」

he  hates  to  see  her  so  flustered.  it  doesn’t  invoke  the  typical  mirth  that  it  usually  does  --  when  a  human  discovers  their  species  is  not  the  only  species  in  the  universe,  it  brings  a  flush  of  smug  enjoyment.  not  this  time.  her  distress  is  too  genuine;  she’s  too  firmly  grounded  to  accept  this  sudden  shift  in  perception.  some  were  very  receptive.  others  took  more  time.  some  completely  rejected  his  existence.  

‘  well.  tha’d  be  ‘cuz  i’m  not  human. ‘  it  surprises  him  that  it  never  dawned  on  her  sooner.  a  dimensional  travelling  machine  --  what  technology  on  earth  is  capable  of  that?  it’s  deeply  gallifreyan,  with  repaired  parts  over  the  years  of  use.  she’s  old  and  weathered,  but  he  loves  her  the  same  as  the  day  he’d  stole  her  and  fled  a  fascist  government.  

doctor who  |  always  accepting.  | @kingwhocared

in  an  instant,  the  doctor  sobers.  

—he  knows  he  isn’t  in  charge,  here.  that  has  never  been  an  issue.  he  knows  how  to  bend  to  the  whims  of  others,  to  the  rules  of  the  land  or  the  political  structure  at  hand.  and  being  put  open  on  a  blade  isn’t  as  overwhelming  as  it  would  be,  were  he  human.  regenerative  energy  will  patch  the  wound,  or,  at  worst,  his  body  will  merely  adapt  and  shift  into  a  new  person.

it’s  a  means  of  survival.  he  doesn’t  want  to  go,  yet.  

i  am  groot? 

the  inquisitive  inflection  the  colossal  flora  possesses  tickles  the  doctor’s  sense  of  adventure,  alighting  a  fire  between  the  cavity  of  his  hearts.  wonder  fills  him.  he  inspects  groot,  tilts  his  head  up  to  take  him  in,  merely  observing  this  –  conduit  of  nature.

‘  oh – you  are  beautiful.  ‘

@dctah

     “ i told you i can’t run–okay, that would be an ow. you have the touch of an elephant. “

‘  you  humans  ‘re  impossibly  fragile.  ‘  

doctor who  |  always  accepting.  |  @fiiveroundsrapid

that’s  a  threat,  if  he’s  ever  heard  one.  the  doctor  stiffens,  wrings  his  endlessly  energetic  hands  together,  drags  one  through  his  hair.  

he  opens  his  mouth  to  protest,  promptly  shuts  it,  pivots  about  on  one  heel  to  fuss  with  coordinates  on  the  TARDIS.

‘ — you’re  quite  like  him.  ‘ 

     “Doctor.” She whines at him, stamping her foot. He is BEYOND      frustrating. Truly. She doesn’t know why she bothers (except,      of course she does). She leans on her umbrella, peering over at      the console for a moment. “You really are just embarrassing yourself      at this point.”