closed. wash away all the pain of yesterday

[sexyoldgirl]

Who: Whovians and extended family
What: It's time for answers
When: Day 397
Where: Thor House 103
Rating: PG-13

A mass text is sent out from the TARDIS to all of the Doctors, strays and the people they've adopted:

Your presence is required at the house. Please come.

There's no reason given as to what this is about and it really isn't a request either. When they arrive they'll find the front doors to the house unlocked and tea set out. The living room has more chairs than it normally does as if preparing for a huge group and they are.

Comments

[comeonthensexy]

"Yes, you better."

No please coming anytime soon. He'll just. Walk around the room with his hands behind his back and humming.

[becauseichooseto]

The tea is made, though he doesn't give it directly to him, merely placing it within access before taking a seat back behind his desk. If you want 'passive aggressive' to be the flavour of this evening, Doctor, Irving's going to oblige.

[comeonthensexy]

"Thank you."

There are some manners, at least! He goes to grab it, takes a sip as a test and lets out a hiss of breath because hot. Okay.

It isn't until after it's gotten cooler and he's drank half of it that he speaks again.

"It was important, you know."

[becauseichooseto]

"I understand it was important," he answers, having patiently waited for the opener. "But some of us don't do well in therapy group sessions, Doctor."

[comeonthensexy]

"That's not what it was. I just didn't want to have to go over it a dozen times. But I guess you didn't get that. You could have at least listened and just left as soon as it was over with instead."

He'll get to the point. Eventually. It's just so frustrating.

[becauseichooseto]

"Perhaps if you had told me as much?" he replies with a shrug. "Or sent it as a message, to save on repeats that I can deal with in my own time? You know I don't like things sprung on me from nowhere. I suppose you simply chalked that up to my being a control freak?"

He's not a man who requires much in the way of concessions, at least not in a personal level, but he what he does have are lines that should be minded.

[comeonthensexy]

It takes some effort, but the Doctor manages to calm himself down, see the point Brax is making. Look beyond his own reason for doing it this way. And the TARDIS's reason.

It's not like he doesn't understand. It's not like the very reason Brax left isn't the same reason he gathered everyone together like that. Emotions are ... Well.

"All right, all right. I'm sorry."

[becauseichooseto]

He gives a nod, relieved. "As am I," he allows. "Do you want to tell me what it was now, or shall I get it from someone else?" The latter is certainly feasible now.

[comeonthensexy]

"I came here for a reason."

He looks around the room, and scuffles over to a table and leaning back against it. His intention was to get it over with today, and so he will.

"I saved Gallifrey."

[becauseichooseto]

There is a chair, Doctor.

He's going to pause and that's not going in, sorry. "How do you mean?" he frowns thoughtfully.

[comeonthensexy]

Chairs are for losers.

"I didn't blow Gallifrey up. I just sort of ... moved it. To a pocket universe."

[becauseichooseto]

He frowned. "Like the Collection?" he asked, having had that as one of the security arrangements. Well, not precisely out of the universe it's in, more like a peninsula of it, to stretch a metaphor.

[comeonthensexy]

"Uh. Sure. Most important thing is, they've found a way they could get back through, only they don't know it's the right universe. Maybe they do now. I don't know."

He scrubs a hand over his face.

"Got distracted. With the ... regeneration. And all that."

[becauseichooseto]

"And with the regeneration, you may very well forget," he realised. Funny how turning it into a problem made it more easy to comprehend. "This is like… a breech birth. Not… that I know about that… sort of thing, but the point is… complications. Both for the universe and Gallifrey." He rubs his face. "And someone shot the Doctor with morphine."

Well, now he wishes he could help.

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh, I dunno, I usually remember after a time, at least. I'm sure it'll be fine!"

Hopefully.

[becauseichooseto]

"It's a sensitive time," he points out, but not harshly.

[comeonthensexy]

It's still enough to make the Doctor's attempt at joviality fall again. He puts his tea down on the table, drops his head and rubs his forehead. Leaves his fingers resting against his brow, hiding his eyes.

He doesn't want to doubt. How could he choose the Time Lords being dead over this? He couldn't. But still ...

[becauseichooseto]

It doesn't happen very quickly, but eventually, the Doctor will feel the weight of Irving's hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Look at it this way, Doctor, if it were too good to be true, it probably wouldn't be."

[comeonthensexy]

A bark of laughter slips out, unbidden, at that, and he lifts his head with a watery smile.

"Very good point." He grabs the cup of tea again, and takes a sip. "It's a chance."

A chance is better. It is.

[becauseichooseto]

"That's all you've ever needed," Irving agrees with the unspoken thought.

[comeonthensexy]

"Yeah. It is."

He didn't know Brax knows him this well. Well enough to know just what to say. Perhaps there's just never been a chance for him to realise it. But he feels better, and that is a miracle.

"Do you know anything about the Papal Mainframe?"

It's a mystery just how long they've been around, and Brax is Brax.

[becauseichooseto]

"Sounds religious," he replied, having a distinct feeling against religion or at least the organised versions of it. Far too many end up dead nearby that sort of thing.

[comeonthensexy]

"Hole in one. It's a church. Lately they've been dedicating their time to making sure the Time Lords don't find their way back. Only they're actually the ones who made that possible in the first place. Gallifrey's found this crack in the fabric of time and space, and a branch of the Papal Mainframe called the Silence broke away, travelled back in time and, trying to stop me from getting to the crack, actually created it."

But that was time travel for you. Always made things so complicated.

[becauseichooseto]

"Destiny trap," he remarked. They were just talking about that, not long ago. "And what's their view of the situation as it stands?"

[comeonthensexy]

"None, I expect. Unless there's some branch out there that hasn't been taken over by the Daleks."

He grabbed his tea cup again and took a sip, frowning to himself.