http://ac-brothers.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ac-brothers.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-12-19 12:11 am

Outside TARDIS

Leaving the scene and letting Loz get Kadaj back to their house, Yazoo didn't bother to go get his bike. As close to town as he already was, it was just a matter of getting to the park.

He slid to a stop in front of the box, looking around at a way to knock...or announce his presence. There wasn't a lot of time.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[The Doctor is reading a small red book, tissue in his hand, when the proximity alarm goes off. Curious, he blinks a few times, getting his mind out of the book--Alarm doesn't go off for CJ, Jack is in, Sunday night, end of term, what? and walks through the corridors to the front door. He opens it a crack against the chill of the evening.] Yazoo? [He blinks, voice growing a bit colder.] Why do you have blood all over?

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Ten has never seen any of the brothers like this, hesitant, without force...and then he hears what is being said to him. And he remembers the note she left.
He's screaming on the inside. On the outside, he merely swears under his breath in Gallifreyan. It's a long curse, untranslatable, but his expression says it all. Swallowing hard, he looks Yazoo in the eye and speaks softly, in English.] How long will it take for you to get me there? No questions.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck the cops. [Ten pulls his coat from the hook beside the door and throws it on. His wallet and mobile are in the pocket. Without looking at Yazoo, he slams the door and starts walking towards the causeway.]

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Good. Thank you. [Ten gets on the bike, having made three very brief phone calls in the meantime. He clutches Yazoo's waist, expression not changing from solid rock.] Go.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks Yazoo in the eye.] Thank you. [Then he jumps off the bike and strides into the hospital...for the first time since...Grace...since he'd woke up in one, dead.]

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
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Jenny looks up at the man, his face kind of scary intense. "Can I help you?"

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks at her, the gaze expressing both terror and sheer force of will. But his voice is quiet.] Claudia Jean Cregg, please. Recent arrival.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
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She flips through papers, then turns to her screen, ticking one finger at a time.

"Are you family?"

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He lets out a long beleaguered sigh. Bureaucracy.] I'm her fiancé, the rest of her family's on the other side of the country.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
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"Fiance. Ok. I just need to see some ID." She smiles, tired and bored.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Ten thanks all of the gods in the world that he actually does HAVE ID at the moment, though anything that reads 'John Smith' is going to be questionable slightly. He reaches in his coat pocket and hands her a very, very good fake European Community passport for the Commonwealth of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.]

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
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Taking the passport, she looks at it, looks at him, and examines it again. "You're not marrying her for a green card, are you? That never works out well."

She hands him the passport back.

"She's on her way via Medivac to MCV in Richmond. Dr. Wilson went with her so she could see Dr. Lius Masters. He's a genius of a brain surgeon. Your fiance's in really good hands. Really." She tries to remember everything she learned about reassurance of family in her night course. She smiled, hoping it was working.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
No. I'm not. [Ten does not look like he wants to play games or make small talk.] And Wilson. Good. Thank you. [He takes the passport back and heads towards the boys, shooting a quick comment back at her, completely deadpan.] Besides, it's much more useful to have a UK passport at the moment. Tends to keep you from getting shot or blown up. Have a nice day.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
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Smiling, she raises her hand. "You have a nice day too, Mr. Smith. I hope she'll be ok."

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He pulls the brothers out of earshot.] How fast can you get me to Richmond alive and intact?

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Ten buttons up his coat again and pulls on some gloves.] Let's go. I'll owe you for this.

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-19 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Without a word, Ten gets on the bike and holds tightly to Yazoo. An hour was a while to be riding pillion, and this was going to seem longer than usual. He could tell.]

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