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The pain wasn't even the worst part; he could feel himself start to lose control. Deeper, and deeper into his own mind, where neither past, present, nor even future can be distinguished. When his own reality and his his subconciousness starts threaten to collide, making it nearly indistinguishable for him to know what was real, or not.
However, as the Doctor starts to hum, and the TARDIS slowly joins, something deep in his mind grabs his senses and pulls him back to the Present thanks to the company within reality.
Fear and paranoia slowly get overtaken by his five senses as John grabs a stern hand onto reality. He can hear his father's voice, his warmth, his smell, his real father, his love and care and affection. Moments like these the smaller can find himself lost in. It was addicting, this serotonin the taller man gave him.
Was this what true fatherly love really was like? It was so addicting, he didn't want it to stop.
Though he couldn't understand the words quite well, John could easily tell what it was, and what it was meant for. And this, this wraps him in a warm, soft blanket of tranquility.
Slowly, his tiny hands lose their strength along with his crying, his heart finally allowing itself to calm down from the adrenaline, letting him finally start to let out steady, even breathing. His eyes, filled with fear and desperation like a mouse trapped in a corner, start to relax and go dull and distant.
Though he was getting there, his mind quickly starts to gather itself up with the help of others as he feels the many pages of his mind lay back into place, the hands slowly pulling away from his mind, leaving it numb and sore, but safer.
Many minutes ago, he was burying himself a burrow into his father, only to now stop as his body gives way to exhaustion. Emotions, they were so tiresome... But...as much as he hates it... Slowly, with what strength he had, John moved so he could rest on his side against the Doctor, wiping his face enough with his sleeves to be content before using the man as a bed.
It was sometimes moments like these that he adored the Doctor. While others would usually leave him, abandon him, or even just watch him but no more, or worse, come to him with bad to even evil intentions, the Doctor did none of that. While others left, he came to him. While others intended to harm, the Doctor's were to protect. While others took joy in tearing him down, the man did everything to build him up...
The Doctor was far from perfect, but no one in the universe was. He for sure wasn't. The Doctor may be broken in more ways than one, but so was he... The Doctor gave so much and more that, for all his life, he desperately hungered for and was starving of; it even felt like he was finally breathing fresh, real, and true air... It was so overwhelming, but he desired it, needed it, hunted all his life for. The Doctor gave it to him; the Doctor was far from perfect, and yes, even broken, but... it was due to that and more that the Doctor did what he did, for others, and even for him. John knew this, because he was the same, at times... He wouldn't trade the Doctor for anyone else.
And it was because of this and other reasons that John let out a small, tired voice. "I'm sorry..." He didn't mean to worry the two of them... he didn't mean to... Be it pent-up thoughts and emotions, or even just letting his guard down, it allowed an open door to moments like these, and he hated himself for it. "I'm okay now..." Was he, though? It was hard to say. Even he didn't know. He was so numb, empty...no sadness...no joy...just a husk. But he knew it would slowly go back to normal...back to a level of happy-go-lucky... it always does... Though he also knew that he worried his father, something he didn't want to happen, and failed at. "I'm sorry..." Tired eyes stare at tiny hands before slowly closing as he sighs. Moments like these, he felt like just the tiniest fish in a large, broad ocean... It was so pitiful.
The Doctor felt the tension slowly drain from John's little body as the song went on, but he didn't stop. Even as the boy stopped trying to burrow into him, even as John moved to his side and wiped his face, clearly calming down, the song did not stop until the final verse was hummed.
All was still for a moment as he let John catch his breath and recover a little from his harrowing nightmare. When the tiny apology came stuttering and tumbling out of the boy's mouth, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Hush. I won't hear any of it: you have nothing to be sorry for." The Doctor said softly. He wrapped an arm around John's shoulders and gave him a hug. "Do you know, I'm over 900 years old and I still get nightmares! Just part of bein' alive and seeing the uglier side of things, 'm afraid."
He gently lifted John's (sleepy) face to look him in the eyes. "You didn't hurt anyone, you did nothing wrong. Don't apologize for feeling things." The TARDIS chimed her agreement and encouragement; The Doctor mustered a sad smile and pulled John into another hug. And maybe he hugged the boy tighter, just in the hopes to communicate that John was safe, while the TARDIS tried to a warm, comforting presence (because she may not have a physical form to give a hug, but she could damn well try).
"Doctor, my feet hurt. Why'd ya gotta park the TARDIS so far away?" Ariadne pouted, dragging her teddy by one paw alongside her.
The Doctor turned to see her pouting, looked back along the road they had traveled (tracing and calculating the route in his mind), then towards the nook the TARDIS was nestled in before settling back to her.
In all fairness, it was far for a small child. He walked toward her and crouched down.
"Becos big, stupid me forgot that I'm all long and gangly while yer still tiny. Haven't had the time yet ta match my stride, you," he replied with goofy smile. "D'you want me to carry you, or would you rather have a rest now and walk the rest of the way?"
Ariadne considered this. She really was very small, being only about five years old at this time. But she was a stubborn little thing, quite independent (she could already tie her own shoes and braid her own hair), and endlessly rebellious. Who could blame her, following along after the likes of Jack Harkness and the Doctor?
She hugged her bear, Mr. Jones, tightly to her chest, and gazed up at the Doctor with her big, brown eyes. Finally she reached out for him, indicating she wanted to be carried. With someone else, she might have declared herself a "big girl" and insisted she could make it. With the Doctor, though, she would occasionally allow him to baby her.
"How come you're so long an' I'm tiny?" She asked. "Do Doctors hafta eat leaves off - off - off the trees like, um...giraffes?"
"Alri', upsy-daisy," and The Doctor effortlessly lifts her into his arms and rests her on his right side (so that she could better look around which ever way she wanted; also meant that his left hand was free, just in case). Making sure she was good, he set off again.
Ariadne's question caught him off guard, causing him to laugh and gently ruffle her hair. "Silly duck - wherever do you lot get your ideas about what I eat? Have you ever seen me eat leaves off a tree, hm?" He gently tapped her nose, still grinning. "No, 'course not: I at least wait until they've been picked or something.
"Not tha' I'm adverse to a bit of foraging, but I don't know everything. The universe is huge: Lot's of trees and plants out there, across Time and Space! I's much more fun when you eat something prepared by someone who knows what it is and how best to eat it than just chomping down and hoping it's good."
"Now, as to why I'm so long, well, tha's because I'm all grown up! You, meanwhile, still have plenty of that to do. Height for most species is determined by genetics, itself impacted by multiple factors but! Wha's important is that your genes set roughly how high you can grow, an' how well you eat, an' getting plenty of rest, are important for helpin' yer body do the growin' it's been designed to do. Which, I guess, in a roundabout way, does mean eatin' yer leaves an' other vegetables."
Conspiratorially, he added: "Jus' not like a giraffe, and certainly not while giraffes are around: they're very sensitive, you know."
She grunted as he lifted her up, clutching Mr. Jones to her chest. While he talked, she popped her thumb into her mouth and listened intently. She always listened when he talked, because usually she learned something and Ariadne loved to learn. She was curious about everything, and was always asking questions.
She paused in her thumb-sucking to pull it out again and ask, "Like how nannas are good, but nanna pudding is better?"
Ariadne giggled. "So I'm gonna get bigger and biggerrr like you an' Papa Jack?" She reached up, indicating as if Jack were a lot taller than even the Doctor. "But, um... I gotta eat my veg... vegat... green stuff." She nodded in acknowledgement. Then she lowered her voice too. "How do you say it again?"
"Sort of, yea!" He acknowledged to her comment about bananas vs banana pudding. "Only imagine you've never seen a banana before, never mind eaten one. You're out in the forest and see this strange yellow thing in a tree amidst dozens of others on the same bunch hanging from said tree - how do you know it's good to eat? You don't. at least not until a local comes along and picks one, and tells you how to identify when it's the best time to eat it. And then they tell you that if you think eating it just as is good, wait 'til you try it in a pudding!"
The Doctor chuckled, amused. Matching his volume to hers, he enunciated: "Vej-tuh-buhl." Then shrugged a little at her question about height. "Can't tell you that for certain, Ariadne. We won't know how big you'll grow until yer done. Height is very much a tombola game for most species. You are definitely going to get bigger, though: y' don't have the genetics to remain this small forever."
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My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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