Tenth Doctor

“Shit, sorry.” Reno murmured in return. He was simply nervous, though if truth be told it was closer to *terrified*. He and Rude had watched the destruction of their world through the porthole window of the TTC just before it had entered the Vortex,  The loss had hurt, yes, but at least he and Rude were human enough to *pass* on this new world, and that was a relief in and of itself.  The news crews sticking the mics in his face engendered a feeling between wanting to cringe and wanting to nail one of them in the face, especially considering he couldn’t understand what the Hell any of them were saying. Not that they could understand when he told them to back the fuck off either, though he was sure the expression on his face spoke volumes. It was one that very clearly said *back off*.  “Christ on a cracker, haven’t any of these fucking people heard of *personal space*? I don’t understand what the fuck they’re asking me. Never had to deal with this bullshit back home.” The annoyance was obvious enough, even as another man, a big black man with short curly dark hair that held himself much in the way Tseng once had, approached with a truck and whatever he had said to the reporters made them leave in a disappointed huff. 

“All right, all of you, back off.” General Farnsworth had stepped up the crowd of newcomers. “There will be time for interviews later, Prime Minister Holmes wants to see them.” the reporters groaned and backed off as they were ordered away and he turned toward the group. “Do any of you speak English so you can speak for the group?” he asked, sharp dark eye peering over at each one in turn as he did. 

“It is the closest to a home that we are going to get.” Sherlock smiled down at his lover. He watched the reporters mob the group and the military man that had come on the scene disperse them, his back straightening as Farnsworth spoke. “Reich and I do.” he spoke up as he stood to his full height. “Reich is a linguist and is able to communicate with the remainder of the group, he taught all of them sign language and he can translate for them.” 

“I may be able to help, yes.” Reich felt the old familiar clannish nervousness begin to kick in, and he was already starting to balk.

The door to the TTC opened just then and the tall, lanky man in a brown suit walked out of it, waving in a somewhat cheeky manner to Farnsworth, a small device in his hand that would extend the capsule’s translation field for as long as he was outside with it. “This should help.” he told them. “I can’t be out here with it forever, but it will at least allow you to understand each other long enough for the explanations that are in order to be made.” 

Out of the depths of the ttc a man very slowly walked out through the crowd directly towards the Doctor and the ones speaking with him. He was dark, swarthy perhaps it might be described, with eyes the colour of cacao and hair the colour of onyx. He pushed roughly through the throng, and stood directly in front of the tenth regenerated Doctor. He was pleased to hear that a hush went down in the entire crowd, and the reporters as well as the soldiers were eyeing him warily. “Earth.”

Rude listened to all Reich was saying, and he agreed. 

“Shit, sorry.” Reno murmured in return. He was simply nervous, though if truth be told it was closer to *terrified*. He and Rude had watched the destruction of their world through the porthole window of the TTC just before it had entered the Vortex,  The loss had hurt, yes, but at least he and Rude were human enough to *pass* on this new world, and that was a relief in and of itself.  The news crews sticking the mics in his face engendered a feeling between wanting to cringe and wanting to nail one of them in the face, especially considering he couldn’t understand what the Hell any of them were saying. Not that they could understand when he told them to back the fuck off either, though he was sure the expression on his face spoke volumes. It was one that very clearly said *back off*.  “Christ on a cracker, haven’t any of these fucking people heard of *personal space*? I don’t understand what the fuck they’re asking me. Never had to deal with this bullshit back home.” The annoyance was obvious enough, even as another man, a big black man with short curly dark hair that held himself much in the way Tseng once had, approached with a truck and whatever he had said to the reporters made them leave in a disappointed huff. 

“All right, all of you, back off.” General Farnsworth had stepped up the crowd of newcomers. “There will be time for interviews later, Prime Minister Holmes wants to see them.” the reporters groaned and backed off as they were ordered away and he turned toward the group. “Do any of you speak English so you can speak for the group?” he asked, sharp dark eye peering over at each one in turn as he did. 

“It is the closest to a home that we are going to get.” Sherlock smiled down at his lover. He watched the reporters mob the group and the military man that had come on the scene disperse them, his back straightening as Farnsworth spoke. “Reich and I do.” he spoke up as he stood to his full height. “Reich is a linguist and is able to communicate with the remainder of the group, he taught all of them sign language and he can translate for them.” 

“I may be able to help, yes.” Reich felt the old familiar clannish nervousness begin to kick in, and he was already starting to balk.

The door to the TTC opened just then and the tall, lanky man in a brown suit walked out of it, waving in a somewhat cheeky manner to Farnsworth, a small device in his hand that would extend the capsule’s translation field for as long as he was outside with it. “This should help.” he told them. “I can’t be out here with it forever, but it will at least allow you to understand each other long enough for the explanations that are in order to be made.” 

The Ark ~ Master’s Chamber

When the TARDIS landed, the Master reacted with a thick grunt from low down in his chest. It was a hard landing, and he had not expected a hard landing. But they had arrived back here on Earth, after everything that had happened, all they’d gone through. He had plenty to say to the Doctor, when the bastard showed again.

Ten’s eyes were stormy as they pinned Harry’s. “I was not about to let them meet the fate Gallifrey  did at the hands of the Destroyers.” he snapped. He had not forgotten the massive dark ships flying toward Gallifrey, as he’d turned to Harry in dread and horror, knowing that it could have been  the man that he loved, even if they had a supremely complicated relationship, in that position. “Anymore than I would have allowed it for you.”

“My God, you’re boring.” Harry settled back and relaxed. In his time ‘in stir’ he had grown a light and scraggly beard. He looked rather bummy, completely again now resorting to the I -do-not-give-a-shit-my-life-is ruined-anyway outlook after Lucy had screwed him up in his Resurrection. The beard. Speaking of. But Ten said it was handsome. Ten always said everything looked good, the Master was forever annoyed at the chipper outlook. Yes, the Doctor was delighted to have his pet Master on board. Harry would have preferred to have the Doctor locked up on his ttc. “Right, so here we are, right back on Earth again. With a boatload of losers, shiftless vagrants that should have gone the way of all flesh. You know that’s really a very good book. Cannot imagine an ape wrote it, but there you go. Why don’t you piss off and go tend your animals, and bring me dinner tonight?” He gave him a dismissive wave. Sex was good. Food was good. The irritating and hideously cloying intensity of gushing orgasmic love every day .. dull. “Go on, get out!”

Ten eye rolled “I’ll come back and make you dinner at six o’clock, Harry, just as I always do. But you are correct that it may be wise to make sure that they get settled in all right, after all, I know the last thing you would wish is for them to end up *back on here*. It’s why I brought them *here* and not the US. We all know very well how *that* would go.”

The Ark ~ Master’s Chamber

When the TARDIS landed, the Master reacted with a thick grunt from low down in his chest. It was a hard landing, and he had not expected a hard landing. But they had arrived back here on Earth, after everything that had happened, all they’d gone through. He had plenty to say to the Doctor, when the bastard showed again.

Ten's eyes were stormy as they pinned Harry's. "I was not about to let them meet the fate Gallifrey  did at the hands of the Destroyers." he snapped. He had not forgotten the massive dark ships flying toward Gallifrey, as he'd turned to Harry in dread and horror, knowing that it could have been  the man that he loved, even if they had a supremely complicated relationship, in that position. "Anymore than I would have allowed it for you."