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A Return to 'Normal'

Who: Mina, the Doctor
Where: Mina's house
When: Night of day 85
What: After the Doctor's return to sanity, he talks with Mina.
Warnings: none

After the Master had come and assisted the Doctor in repairing his shattered mind and memories, the Doctor slept nearly 48 hours. Part of that was doing his best to fix the remaining cracks and holes still exposed in his mind, and the rest was out of pure exhaustion.

That morning, Donna had laundered his clothes, and he slowly began eating again, and spent the afternoon fixing a few things that had been mostly repaired in Mina's kitchen. Donna had left in the late afternoon, after the Doctor's insistence he was fine, and he waited for Mina to wake. His pin-striped trousers had seen better days as had his button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up a bit as he sat in a chair flipping through a book in Mina's room.

Privacy? What was that to the Doctor? He had a distinctive disregard of boundaries which was rather ironic given his own in the TARDIS to his companions. Lucky for him, he had a ship that knew what they were, and kept those traveling with him, away.

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"I typically don't, they're often nothing but rubbish," He nonchalantly rubs at his eyelid, "But the timing of this mentioning... and the Master here confirmed it as well. I'm not suppose to know about my future, just as I'm not able to tell you yours, but if he wasn't lying to me, some challenging times are upon me." The Master had mentioned Rassilon and the Time Lords, but how much of this was truth?

It was becoming more and more difficult to believe and trust the Master, and given the drums in his head were real and had driven him to madness... The Doctor could only wonder.

"It is rubbish," she insisted. "The only way it can be true is if you allow it to be a self-fulling prophecy. Those are the only ones that are real." Psychological warfare. That's all prophecy was. She was sure of it. Even prophetic Cruac--and she believed in Cruac--was nothing but a changed perception of the reality that was.

The future was utterly malleable.

Catching her hand, he pulls Mina slightly forward to place a simple kiss to her lips. "Why would I want to go? Look at me! Imagine changing this?" Yup, he was back to his cheeky self.

Though he'd like to believe Mina, and tended to agree with her, something about this prophecy was different. The Master's being here disturbed him, and even more so when without shame, he told hints of his future well knowing he wasn't suppose to. And there was the question of Professor Song from the library. She was from his future and hinted of a different face.

Only time will tell, and nothing is to change with being here trapped in Kore.

She kissed him back, surprised by how natural such an elusive gesture felt. Although she still didn't fully understand the regeneration business, she decided that there was no such thing as the same soul in a different body. Not really. And so, she would have to make him believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that destiny was nothing more than a word of the resigned.

He would be a fighter, if she had any say.

And Mina did so enjoy getting her way.

So she leaned in on the kiss, her fingers digging into his hair.

He was told he had been gone for a few days, but it felt like years to him, and if he had his TARDIS, it very well could have been years. But it felt like it had been years since he had last kissed Mina, sparking a little bit of excitement and interest in him again.

Right, he was most likely hated and had a tarnished reputation about him now in Kore, but knowing he had at least two friends was indeed reassuring. And maybe Mina was right, maybe he could climb back up that hill and be forgiven. That was at least some encouragement to not be completely gutted after his mind shattered into pieces and poked at like a science experiment.

Cupping her cheek in a hand, he's returning the kiss. Taking it slow and lazy, like it was their very first time, letting the memories edge closer and determined to make a new one to go with it.

That was more like it. A little less defeatist talk. A little more...well...some might say enthusiasm. Languid though it began.

"Mmm." She broke the kiss, her face still hovering close to his. "We were a bit careless, in all the chaos," she murmured. "Didn't think to give you any kind of proper 'welcome back' celebration. How very, very thoughtless of us."

"Very thoughtless, though I didn't know you went for mentally insane types." He replied meeting her for another kiss before following up with, "Does this celebration include cake? I can handle that... and I'll have to find you more tea."

There was about ten seconds where he felt rather guilty for using up her supply. He would have to make sure she had emergency rations for the future. Priorities and terribly British!

She laughed. The fact that he'd used up most of her supply didn't bother her much. He was practically her only visitor anyway. Besides, she could hardly indulge, British though she was.

"I've put Donna in charge of the refreshments," she replied. "Which leaves me blissfully free to take responsibility for the activities."

Mina leaned over, nipping his earlobe. "Convenient, I think."

With a pleased hum, his hand slipped from cupping her cheek to entangling in her hair, "Very convenient!"

Was she trying to make him melt? Because it was working. "You know I wouldn't leave you, Mina. I wouldn't leave you behind..."

That was a funny thing to say. It gave her pause. A great deal of pause, actually. Her damn curiosity was sometimes a burden.

"Why would you say that?" she asked.

"Because," He says that almost like it answered everything as he pulls back, meeting her eyes with his own dark ones, "I promised to take you with me, to travel with me, and I'm not taking back my word. All of time and space..."

His fingers play along her neck, moving in a teasing nonsensical pattern.

It was about then that Mina wondered if he ever had left someone behind. She knew about Donna, of course. But more than that.

Another bit to tease, from whatever she could observe and whatever she could remember from his mad ramblings, she supposed. Mina did find a mystery somewhat enticing.

Rather like his fingers, at the moment.

"All of time and space," she repeated, the corners of her lips twitching. "It's quite a lot."

He had, and some of that was intentional, and some wasn't. It started with his granddaughter, Susan, who needed to be locked out of the TARDIS and to grow up without him. He was heartbroken just as much as she was, but knew she was ready to be on her own. There were some other names and faces to go along with that, but each had a different circumstance or story.

"I've been running all this time, why stop now?" He offers an amused chuckle before pulling her back in for another kiss.

She kissed him back. With her usual gusto. But she had to admit, her mind was a little bit unsettled. She really didn't know nearly as much about him as she wanted to. Perhaps that was the nature of these kind of relationships. Learning more over time. Obviously, she was out of practice. But the thought of any more rude awakenings, like she'd had with Tom, was not pleasant.

Well. She would just have to feel her way through. And be a bit more on her guard than she had been.

Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't thoroughly enjoy herself.

And if the noise coming from deep in her throat wasn't indication enough, her hand sliding along his chest was probably a good sign.

She probably noticed he was thin. Naturally he was, but his ribs were bit more prominent than usual, making it hard to miss even just under his shirt. It wasn't like him to be caught up in these hangups, as it was humans that had that silly aversion to being naked to others, but he knew his energy and stamina weren't even close to what it had been before.

And yet he was still not stopping her. She knew, and even if she hadn't, her training would tell her just by looking at him. Even though he had slept more than he could ever recall, she would understand; she always did.

With one hand holding his weight as he leaned back slightly, he deepened the current kiss, appreciating this closeness.

Being able to feel his ribs was a little bit jarring. Of course, she'd seen his sorry state when she and Donna dumped him in the bathtub, but the situation had been vastly different.

In these days, she rarely dealt with someone whose ribs were practically on the other side. It was a chilling reminder of where she'd come from.

And yet, he continued to kiss her. She would have to walk a line. The last thing she wanted to do was snap him like the pile of twigs that he was.

She'd have to get Donna to feed him better.

He would snap back into shape, thanks to a fast metabolism. By his estimate, it'd be a week or two and he'll start looking back to normal and having that endless energy back as well. At least he hoped, but given he had no plans to go elsewhere, he didn't have much choice.

Unless the Master in his endless hunger blocked him.

He mentally shook his head, not wanting to linger on so many thoughts and doubts as he broke away the kiss, leaning back on the one hand as the other tucked away a few strands of Mina's hair behind an ear.

"Well," she said, smiling slightly, "we'll have a time and a place for a proper celebration." After he got his strength back. After they figured out how Cape Kore would respond to his return. After she managed to work through some of her doubts. Or at the very least, find a few answers.

And Mina had an inkling of how to go about getting some. He wouldn't like it. So he didn't have to know.

"I'm not opposed to that." He figured she'd guess he guess he didn't have much energy about him, and he was glad he didn't have to say something. That's how they worked, or at least how he'd think they did. A mutual understanding.

And if he only knew she was looking for information. He kept mum, but the last thing he wanted was her poking around the Master for information. When one goes seeking, one may not like what they find.

Leaning back forward, he places another kiss to her lips before playfully ruffling her hair. "Time to get out of bed!" And he rolls out himself, although much weaker and slower than what played in his head. Once up, he stretched out his back and moved to the door. "I'll see you downstairs."

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Mina laughed. "I like having you in the house," she said. Even if she absolutely hated it when people mussed with her hair, which she, even now was smoothing down again with both hands.

"Go on," she said, making a shooing gesture. "I'll be down in a bit. We'll have some tea. Or we'll have some hot water."

[Yay!]

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