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An overflow of guilt
Who: the Doctor, Mina
When: Day 104
Where: Mina's house
What: Feeling useless and full of guilt, the Doctor thinks he doesn't need anyone.
Warning: Will update when need to.
The Doctor had spent the entire previous day with Donna, concerned for her safety, and determined to do anything for her after a far too eventful day of near drowning with the sea monster. "The king of Sea Devils..." He commented, although the actual Sea Devils didn't have tentacles and were related to creatures that inhabited the earth long before humans, but that was a story for another time.
Around noon, Donna seemed to be perking back up and moving about and convinced him to go home to sleep some, but he wasn't tired. He was plain simply loaded with guilt and one of very few occasions, felt his age. Ancient, horribly unclever, and useless.
Sitting on the porch step of his house, he watched his worn brown suit blow in the wind as it dried. Clad in trousers and a clean button down shirt he hadn't bothered to button all the way, he finally slipped on his trainers and rummaged through his stuff, making a small pile of items that belonged to Mina - a couple books, another shirt he had meant to return, and a mug.
When evening came and the house became dark, he found his way to Mina's and knocked on her door. When she answered, he cleared his throat, "I have some stuff to return."
When: Day 104
Where: Mina's house
What: Feeling useless and full of guilt, the Doctor thinks he doesn't need anyone.
Warning: Will update when need to.
The Doctor had spent the entire previous day with Donna, concerned for her safety, and determined to do anything for her after a far too eventful day of near drowning with the sea monster. "The king of Sea Devils..." He commented, although the actual Sea Devils didn't have tentacles and were related to creatures that inhabited the earth long before humans, but that was a story for another time.
Around noon, Donna seemed to be perking back up and moving about and convinced him to go home to sleep some, but he wasn't tired. He was plain simply loaded with guilt and one of very few occasions, felt his age. Ancient, horribly unclever, and useless.
Sitting on the porch step of his house, he watched his worn brown suit blow in the wind as it dried. Clad in trousers and a clean button down shirt he hadn't bothered to button all the way, he finally slipped on his trainers and rummaged through his stuff, making a small pile of items that belonged to Mina - a couple books, another shirt he had meant to return, and a mug.
When evening came and the house became dark, he found his way to Mina's and knocked on her door. When she answered, he cleared his throat, "I have some stuff to return."
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He pulls away completely, scrubbed at his face, "I'm sorry, I'm being pathetic. I-I wanted to return your stuff." His arms dropped to his sides as he once again avoided Mina's gaze.
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This was an exceptional man.
"Has it ever occurred to you," she asked, "that the best way to get back at these bastards is not to give them the satisfaction? Hmm? If they're trying to punish you, I can think of no better way than isolation. And you might be making it easy for them."
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He wasn't one to show emotions so freely, and hated that he loved so much and angered so easily these days. And yet, being trapped between Mina's arms, he hated how easily she figured him out. It was unsettling to say the least.
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What that meant, she really had no idea. But it would certainly be fun trying to figure it out.
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His mind began to wonder, thinking about what she had said, thinking about what has taken place here and what little he remembered while in captivity, and thinking how Mina really needed some candles.
It was awfully dark, and even though he could see Mina perfectly fine, the lack of power (and kettles with tea) were a bit frustrating at the moment.
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For a moment, she leaned in, very, very close to him. Always a bit of a flare for the dramatic. Something she'd picked up from Jack, no doubt. But then she let up, pulling away and removing her hands.
He could run if he wanted.
She just hoped he wouldn't.
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So much for trying to distance himself from Mina. It didn't seem possible and even frustratingly even more, he wanted her closer. "What have you sort out thus far?"
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Laugh at the scientists who kept them pent up like animals. Laugh at the doctors who poked and prodded them without oaths or standards. And most importantly, laugh at themselves, at the way they stumbled and fell, but somehow, miraculously, got back up again.
She turned, looking up where she knew there to be a camera. "I want them to see me smile. And dance. And laugh."
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And it made him realize he had become jaded and bitter since being stuck here, or at least surprisingly far more aware. But who was to blame when so many people around him were taken away or even murdered?
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But that wasn't the point.
After staring a bit, she burst into laughter, deciding that he was only joking around with her.
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At least he knew she wasn't be serious about dancing. That might be a disaster in the dark.
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The unspoken, extra bit, of course, was that he wouldn't go looking to push her away again. Mina wouldn't have it.
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After pulling Donna to shore and unable to find Wallie's body, the Doctor wasn't sure what next should be done.
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If you cared too much about every little thing, you would lose your mind, after all.
"Donna's alive and well," she said. "That seems like something to celebrate. Worth quite a lot more than a couple of smiles, I think."
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When he pulls back, and speaks softly, "I do think you should be very careful being around me... Or always watch your surroundings. I don't trust that scientist lot."
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And with that, she grabbed his tie and kissed him again.
A bit more forcefully.
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Returning the heated kiss, he was reminded that Mina had become far too important to him, moreso than he wanted to admit, actually, as his hands found her hips and rested there.
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Of course, she didn't much fancy the thought of needing a big, strong man to protect her if something odd was afoot. But egocentric or not, Mina knew the value of allies.
"There aren't a lot of people here I trust," she continued, "let alone like. Believe me, if I ever need help, you're the first place I'm going to look."
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"I wish there was something I could do, though, instead of seeing that man's death." There was a shrug. "It's over now. Done and done."
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Her fingers trailed along his cheekbone. "And you don't blame yourself. That's an unending spiral. Not a good place for someone who's end is very far away."
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"I just wish it got easier." He spoke softly, lacing his fingers with hers. "Being here is so frustrating. I haven't been of any use, I haven't really helped anyone, and I feel responsible for so many things, Mina." He hated being so defeatist; it wasn't in his nature to be so.
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Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against his for a moment. The truth of the matter was that one of the people he'd saved here was Mina herself. She'd been on a miserable, downward spiral before he showed up. Gave her someone to look forward to seeing. Gave her someone she could speak to.
But she'd never say as much. That would be telling.
"Come upstairs," she murmured. "I need to shower. And then we can talk. Just you and me. Anything you want, as long as it isn't depressing."
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The Doctor sat on the edge of her bed, watching her, admiring the confidence she exuded and how at ease she made him even with a such a light touch through the short fringe of his bangs.
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It was a surprisingly convenient indulgence, these days.
She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she began to light all of her candles. There was soon a golden glow filling both bedroom and bathroom. "Back home," she told the Doctor as she diligently worked, "we would be preparing for a harvest ceremony around now. The Circle of the Crone, my covenant, have a nasty reputation. People think we're Satan worshippers and hedonists. But the harvest ceremony was always so beautiful. We would remember what the air used to smell like."
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"Hedonism, such a funny word. Greek for 'pleasure'... You'd think it'd have a positive connotation."
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