I am. You? Well, that depends on you. She can be a bit testy, the TARDIS, though nothing gets through those doors. Not even the forces of Genghis Khan. And they've actually tried.
[As if the Doctor has the ability to answer any questions properly.]
[Even just thinking the phrase pops windows in front of Tsukki's eyes. So much information it hurts. Countless symbols and languages whirling into each other. Wincing, he screws his eyes shut.]
Clear it, clear it!
[Mercifully, that seems to work. The 'browser' vanishing.]
Oh yeah. They’re slightly psychic. “Point and think”. It’s why they worked so well when I was blind. Of course, they’re completely wired to me. It might take a bit for you to really control them.
[He won’t mention any other features, just in case. Obviously the browser history nearly blew his brain.]
So still doubting that I saved you, or that I’m a Time Lord or that I can travel all of time and space?
'Space', yes. You did just teleport an entire ship out of nowhere.
['Slightly psychic,' huh?
How about Design Options...
The sunglasses flicker a few times, then shift into narrower black rectangles. The lenses clearing up. For all intents and purposes? They're identical to Tsukki's glasses.
I could drop you back off and let the robot get you.
[It wasn't really laughter. She and the Doctor are pretty well connected and in agreement these days. They've just been through too much to do otherwise. At the Doctor's suggestion, she does an annoyed beep, because she knows he would never do that.]
[The Doctor nods, accepting the apology. The TARDIS beeps and whirls a bit. He rolls his eyes at her.]
Yes, yes, I know. I was thinking that.
[He approaches Tsukki and kneels near him.]
The patch should have taken care of the pain too, unless something else is going on. This won't hurt, I'm just going to take a scan and see what else might wrong. Maybe you hit the ground harder than I thought.
[It looked like just really bad roadrash, but if he hit it just right and fractured something, well, the bandage wouldn't do much about that. He pulls out his sonic to take a reading. Then gets up to goto a monitor to read the results.]
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Runs half a step before registering the voice.]
Haaa - I -
[Slowly, Tsukki turns around.
Registers the metal. Lights. The room he is standing in that he was definitely not standing in before. Blurring and whirring and - and - ]
What.
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Oh, look, your knee. Let's get you into a seat, and I can fix that right up. Then we can answer questions.
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He is - apparently - In a Time Machine.
Wearing his team uniform and jacket.
Still minus a shoe.]
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It’s not deep. Just bleeding like a head wound. Stay here, I have a kit down below. I’ll be right back.
[He rushes to one of the desks on the level below and runs back up the next set of stairs. He opens a small plastic container and pulls out a patch.]
This will clean and heal the wound in one go. Just leave it on. It will fall off on its own once the new skin has grown back.
[Right. Now that’s taken care of.]
You have questions.
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No doubt the Doctor's answered a million questions, will answer a million more.
Tsukki's going to cut to the most important.]
Are we safe in here?
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[As if the Doctor has the ability to answer any questions properly.]
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She's... this. The ship. The one who put your number in my phone.
[So maybe the TARDIS likes Tsukki? How would you even know?]
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T-A-R-D-I-S. Time and Relative Dimensions in space. Yes. That's her.
[More accurately, you would know if she didn't like you.]
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[Tsukki doesn't trust his legs quite yet, so there's a seated bow towards the column. Better to be polite.]
Nice to meet you. Pardon the intrusion.
[Though technically it's the TARDIS that intruded on him.]
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No need for that, we saved you. It's hardly an intrusion. More of an invitation.
[Though, not really. The Doctor doesn't think he'd make a suitable companion, yet. He could learn. Maybe.]
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Right now, Tsukki's just trying to catch his breath. Get enough oxygen to see clearly again.
Wait.
Shit.
The blurring's not from the panic.]
...You didn't grab my glasses, did you?
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[Anything else, is not the Doctor's business.]
Here, you can borrow mine, they're sonic.
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Maybe they'll work. In this apparent reality shift Tsukki's fallen into.
Sighing, he pulls them on.]
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Good, yeah? I used them myself when I was completely blind.
Don't look at my 'browser history'.
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[Even just thinking the phrase pops windows in front of Tsukki's eyes. So much information it hurts. Countless symbols and languages whirling into each other. Wincing, he screws his eyes shut.]
Clear it, clear it!
[Mercifully, that seems to work. The 'browser' vanishing.]
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[He won’t mention any other features, just in case. Obviously the browser history nearly blew his brain.]
So still doubting that I saved you, or that I’m a Time Lord or that I can travel all of time and space?
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['Slightly psychic,' huh?
How about Design Options...
The sunglasses flicker a few times, then shift into narrower black rectangles. The lenses clearing up. For all intents and purposes? They're identical to Tsukki's glasses.
It's not complete control.
But also not bad at all for a first-time driver!]
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Really? On your face is more technology than your species will manage in the next 9 million years and you question if I can travel in time?
[He's seriously tempted to take the glasses back this second for insulting him like that in his own home.]
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He shrugs. Elaborately.]
I'm standing in a very cool room. I just don't see any dinosaurs!
[There's a whir from the TARDIS. Almost like a laugh, if that's possible...]
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I could drop you back off and let the robot get you.
[It wasn't really laughter. She and the Doctor are pretty well connected and in agreement these days. They've just been through too much to do otherwise. At the Doctor's suggestion, she does an annoyed beep, because she knows he would never do that.]
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Fine, fine.
Sorry.
It's been a little stressful, you know.
[He still doesn't trust himself to stand up.]
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[Which is honestly what has him the most upset. Usually people are pretty glad to have their lives spared. The Doctor notices he's not standing.]
So, are you afraid to stand because you might fall over from the shock of everything, or is your knee still bothering you?
[See? He's still willing to help.]
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He didn't have to come back.
Tsukki sighs.]
Yeah. I know.
Sorry.
[And he does mean it.]
Still hurts. Is there an ice pack here?
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Yes, yes, I know. I was thinking that.
[He approaches Tsukki and kneels near him.]
The patch should have taken care of the pain too, unless something else is going on. This won't hurt, I'm just going to take a scan and see what else might wrong. Maybe you hit the ground harder than I thought.
[It looked like just really bad roadrash, but if he hit it just right and fractured something, well, the bandage wouldn't do much about that. He pulls out his sonic to take a reading. Then gets up to goto a monitor to read the results.]
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Smells weirdly like bubblegum.
It displays a 3D model of Tsukki's leg, then Tsukki, then the robot that threw Tsukki into a lineup of trashcans.
Tearing a ligament.]
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Alien Hospital?
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