#artificialdoctor

The Doctor was confused at first. Perhaps it was because her mind was all jumbled up, considering she was ‘cooking.’ Or maybe she was even delusional? That voice was unmistakable. It was the same voice she used two regenerations ago. Still, it was a voice! A person to actually, properly interact with! She turned around excitedly to look at the source.

“Bow ties? Yes! Bow ties are cool,” She tapped her, much less pointy, chin thoughtfully, “Don’t think I’ll be wearing one, though. Doesn’t seem to be my style now.”

Of course she sounded like a madwoman just rambling without a worry. But that wasn’t anything knew, right?

[ tub ] — our muses share a hot tub together

The Doctor thought it would be a nice surprise for Fleshy. He'd seen it around these days, and human seemed to love them. So adding a hot tub seemed to make perfect sense. The TARDIS had added the hot tub in the pool room, which had slides and more fun things added to it.

"I know you said you wanted to go for a swim, but how about this? We can even relax!" The Doctor squeezed Fleshy's hand as he lead him into the hot tub. Although the moment the hot water touched his skin he jumped a bit. Maybe too hot...

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Usually the island was quiet and any sound was just his imagination. But this time the ganger swore he heard something, something not even that far from him. At the very least checking out if only to calm his nerves. Though, it was most likely the case that he was hearing things.

The ganger was a bit hesitant, though, and was moving very slowly towards the location. That’s when he noticed supplies that hadn’t really been there before... And not too far from the supplies was an actual body. His eyes widened.

The Island was a lonely place, quiet. Not a single soul had been here since that day. The day that the Doctor left to save everyone that was left. The day that The Doctor said he would come back, or at least implied he would. But that was a long time ago.

It had taken a while but the Doctor had been right, he was able to survive. After some time he had managed to reform, despite melting into a puddle. But it definitely hadn’t been fun. There was something about being stuck as a puddle, about not being able to do a single thing. It just tore at his mental stability. Even after he reformed.

The ganger was sitting down, his back against the outer wall of what was now a ruined building. He wasn’t paying any particular attention to anything, his eyes merely just staring at the sky.

He had once hoped he would get off the island, or that the Doctor would finally come to get him. None of that happened. Instead he was still stuck here, without company. All the hope that he’d had previously was gone. Then he heard a foreign sound. Footsteps.

“You’d be quite surprised what I’d believe,” Picard said with a wry smile. He had seen so many things in his travels, and even the strange occurrences beyond the Federation’s level of understanding he had taken all in stride. When exploring new worlds, there’s always going to be new discoveries. And with acquaintances like Q, he’d learned to expect such strangeness. 

“Please, tell us what you can, but if there’s something you cannot, well, I understand.” Wherever this man was from... the ship from the outside didn’t seem to possess technology on the level of the Enterprise, but Picard had a feeling this Doctor was much more advanced than almost anyone he’d encountered before. Even if the clothes were centuries old, there was something about him that had to place him at least in this century if not later.

And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t encountered time travelers before. Likely, this is what they were dealing with. And he wanted to talk. “Captain Jean-Luc Picard,” he said. “If you would like to beam aboard the Enterprise, you’d be welcome. If your ship has sustained nay damage, we’d be happy to assist with repairs.”

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Things weren’t suppose to turn out this way. It was supposed to be just like any other time Dark ventured outside of his TARDIS.But that’s not what happened. Bloody violence is what happened. Instead of things being alright, it was the opposite. Why? Because Fleshy was on the ground bleeding.

The Doctor was going to take the bullet with no problem. For godsakes, the asshole human didn’t even know how to properly aim. The shot would have easily missed his heart and other vital organs. So, he was more than willing to take it and provide instant karma. But Fleshy had been so goddamn stubborn.

One second the bullet was heading right for him and the next he was pushed away. Dark looked down at Fleshy with mixed emotions. The sight of Fleshy wounded made him angry, but also sad. More angry though. The Time Lord glared hatefully at the shooter, clenching his fist tightly.

It had been a longer, boring day, but Dark was also a bit dirty (and maybe slightly bloody). Since Fleshy didn’t seem to be poking around or bothering him, perhaps this would be the best time to shower. So, he slowly made his way down the long halls to the bathroom, not even aware of the fact that someone was indeed on the other side. He simply opened the door.