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bakerstreet2014-06-15 06:04 pm
cockhops) wrote in bakerstreet2014-06-15 06:04 pm
The ＴＯＯＫ ＹＯＵ ＩＮ Shipping Meme
The ＴＯＯＫ ＹＯＵ ＩＮ Shipping Meme
They were on your front door, in your yard, or on the street, confused and clearly in no position to fend for themselves; in a worst case scenario, they were bruised and battered, possibly close to death. Bleeding heart or not, you can't just be so cruel as to let them suffer. They need a place to stay, and you'll open your home to them...long enough to get back on their feet, anyway.
Speaking of feet, the shoe could be on the other one. You're worse for the wear - in a new place, possibly injured, certainly not in the best state of mind. You could not even remember how you got here or who you are to get here, for that matter. You may not want to remember. Whether willing or not so willing, you're in no position to turn down help, especially if said helper won't take no for an answer. No matter how dedicated you are to looking after yourself, there's only so much you can do in your position.
The two of you are staying together, at any rate. Only for a while, the plan is. But after said while, even though strength and confidence is returning to the injured, there's something a little different between you two. It could be the close quarters, the kindness shown, or a number of things, but quietly, softly, feelings have grown. Could more confusion and hurt spring from this? What about when it's time to go? Can the temporary resident leave as easily as they intended? You're so close now, perhaps a little while longer can't do any harm...
...until whatever it was that put them in such a perilous position in the first place comes back, and there could be "justice" for anyone who's dared to help.
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- ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?
- ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.
- ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any
- ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.
- ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.
- ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.
- sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —
- ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.
- sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.
- sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.
- ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.
- ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.
- ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?
- ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.
- ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.
- ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is
- ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?
- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.
- ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.
- ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.
- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.
- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.
- ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.
- ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.
- ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.
- ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.
- ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
Toshiko Sato || Torchwood || OTA
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The dirt of a garden near the Plass along with some bushes broke his fall. Little did he remember, there would be CCTV and many eyes that watched him hit the ground like an idiot. "Oooow..." He groaned to himself as he lay in his Doctor shaped crater in the ground. "...That...ow."
The one thing he forgot during everything was the year, and Cardiff was defended by Captain Jack and his friends in Torchwood.
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Toshiko is, strictly theoretically, on leave. Rather, Jack told her not to come in for a few days after the affair with Tommy Brockless, and when she tried to show up for work anyway he revoked her Hub access and told her (in as many words) that she needed to exist in the real world for a while. It wasn't an assessment she agreed with at the time, and a day and a half later she still doesn't. Free time isn't time she can fill constructively. It's time she spends on mourning and moping, on what-ifs and second-guessing herself.
Really, it's for the sake of her mental health that she keeps an open line to the Hub monitors on her laptop. It's just...something to look at, something to focus on. And when an unusual energy spike happens to coincide with early social media reports of some kind of space debris hitting a back garden near the quayside, the rest of the team are otherwise occupied.
So you can't strictly blame Toshiko for wiping the activity from the Hub database and going for a little look of her own. It's likely nothing more complicated than some Hub flotsam, might be interesting - enough, at least, to keep her mind off things for a day or two.
She flashes one of a deck of fake ID cards to get her through the door and into the garden. It's enormous - houses on the water's edge tend to be on the wealthy end of the market - and fortunately the homeowners have been too frightened by some vague prospect of cosmic radiation to investigate for themselves. They respond well enough to being told that they should, for the time being, treat their expansive lawn and shrubbery as unsafe for untrained personnel.
They leave her alone, retreating into the house as she approaches what looks like a somewhat antiquated spacesuit, buried so comfortably in the turf that it seems unlikely its occupant (should it have one) survived.
"...hello?"
So it's not the most scientific of initial approaches, but she's on leave.
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With the TARDIS safely parked in the French countryside all thanks to the HADS that took her there. It would be a moot point, as the pilot had found himself somewhere that was not France. He continued to remain there in his crater without much care that he landed in someone's prized garden.
Sure, the suit protected him from certain death but damn did the impact hurt. "...Uh...." He continued to moan, and he used his hand to grab at the dirt.
When Toshiko arrived what she saw is him in his crater, face first, and nothing more than a bit of brown hair that was visible from the open visor of the spacesuit. "...uh, hi..." He said in a muffled voice, but he just remained there. "Sorry, if I landed on anything important, but if you don't mind lending me a hand."
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"Just someone's garden," Toshiko says faintly. She's been around the block too many times to think that 'hair' and 'speaks English' are proof positive for being human, but at least it'll make communication easier.
"You've got this on backwards," she notes, crouching at his side, oh, and you appeared to survive a fall from low Earth orbit, can we talk about that? She doesn't ask, just reaches for the latch sealing him into the helmet. "Can you feel your fingers and toes?"
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When she asked him about his toes and fingers, he waggled his gloved fingers. "Yeah, I can feel them just fine. This suit was constructed to take the heat and impact from a fall from orbit. It still doesn't stop the fact it is all very jarring when you hit the Earth."
He suspected there would be more talking to come. "Just if you could give me a hand in getting the helmet off."
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"Let me help you roll onto your back." She reaches for his left side, tucking her fingers under his body.
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If one were to look up towards the sky they would see the bits of debris burning up in the Earth's atmosphere.
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She's looked. She's also, by now, made the necessary analyses with the help of local observational satellites (which Torchwood doesn't technically have freedom of access to, but never mind) and concluded that nothing is going to be big enough to survive the journey through the atmosphere and hence she doesn't need to flag it up to the rest of the team, or UNIT for that matter.
Toshiko does make a mental note, however, that if her new friend in the spacesuit could survive the trip then he may not have been the only one. Maybe sending an anonymous alert to UNIT might not be a bad idea after all.
She starts the careful process of half-rolling, half-pushing to haul him out of his crater and get him onto his back.
"Were there any other survivors?" she asks, voice softer. "That you know of." He doesn't sound especially bothered about the fate of the ship, which makes her think he won't be very sentimental about the other people on board, but nobody ever died of being tactful.
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"I don't know, but if somebody did survive, I'd think is best we'd go looking for them." He couldn't see the latch for the helmet, and with a flail of his hands he tried to point towards the backwards helmet on his head. "And, if you don't mind a little help getting this thing off would be appreciated."
He did try to offer the Rutans an alternative, but he knew that sometimes in order to protect those who needed to be protected that he'd have to take a life of another. It was not something The Doctor liked to do, but sometimes he had no choice. He didn't want to see humanity destroyed, so he did what was needed in order to protect the planet and her inhabitants.
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"My name's Toshiko, by the way," since it only seems to be decent to introduce yourself to someone you're actively stripping off. "Toshiko Sato."
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He was appreciative of the help he received, and The Doctor thought it would be right that he helped her with the suit. But then there was that name, The Doctor looked at her and he knew there had been something familiar with her.
He scrunched his face up as looked her over, nah, it couldn't be. "The Doctor." There had been no point in the John Smith or aliases in awhile. He had nothing to hide, and with the scrunched up look gone he smiled and extended a gloved hand. "Thank you for your help, Toshiko Sato."
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She stills for a moment and then doesn't accept the hand. It's partly shock, and partly the fact that she's still not sure how she feels about a man (?) who can just swing by Cardiff and have Jack abandoning his team in pursuit. He doesn't look anything like the man she met - and she didn't piece together until some time afterwards that they had been fleetingly acquainted - but she's rummaged through UNIT's files, she knows that that happens.
"We've met," she says tightly, then wonders if she's committing some temporal faux pas by mentioning something that might not have happened to him yet. "Briefly. You were more - "
She struggles for a descriptor.
"Northern."
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The Doctor lacked the knowledge of what had happened when Jack joined him against in his fight against The Master. And with a look of satisfaction, that she had remembered the name made him smile.
"Oh, you remember! I didn't forget, and yes, I had a bit of an accent and I was a bit of a grump." Of course, he had changed since then, and he pointed towards the face. "Yes, of course I changed since we last met with what seemed to be centuries ago!" His mood was chipper; it was always nice to run into someone who had remembered him from his past.
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"Right. Well."
She's completely at a loss. A large part of her just wants to kick him in the shin and bugger off - she already disliked him on a conceptual level, and she doesn't contend very well with 'chipper' even on a good day, which this is not - but something else gives her pause. Maybe it's because she's in mourning for Tommy, that she finds herself prepared to invest some effort in another man lost in time. Maybe it's that the Doctor is a mystery, and she wants or even needs to know more about him, UNIT's intelligence being frustratingly lightweight in places.
(She's often wondered: did Jack really come back for them, or did the Doctor turn him away? And then she feels awful, like a blade of ice twisting in her chest because she hates that her faith in Jack is so easily shaken and she hates that the Doctor made her feel that way.)
Maybe it's just that she doesn't have anything better to do.
"You're missing your box," she says. She knows it's got a name but she'll be fucked if she can remember what it is.
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He stood there and he reached his hands into his pocket to pull out a smart phone, and he peered down at it to pull up his TARDIS locator app. "See!" He held the phone up, and somewhere in the French Alps would be where he would find her. "You didn't think I'd risk the life of my home."
"But I could use a lift to the bus depot, and perhaps if you have any questions you'd like to ask me..." The Doctor had hoped Jack told his friends all about him and the adventures they had. And he had always wanted to meet Jack's little team, the team that would be responsible for saving the Earth when he was incapable of being there for his most beloved planet.
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All the questions Toshiko might have for him, she knows, will reveal more about her than she'll ever learn from him. Best overall to just keep her mouth shut in that regard.
"I can drive you to the airport, it's faster," she says eventually, and her voice has acquired the brittle, professional tone it takes on when she has no idea what to think or how to feel. She doesn't mind intellectual uncertainty - that's a challenge, something that can be overcome with research and experimentation. Emotional uncertainty is a minefield. She just isn't set up to navigate her internal conflicts very effectively.
"There's a direct route to Grenoble, that'll take you most of the way to where you're going." A pause. "I'd tell Jack you're in town, but he's not taking my calls this weekend."
And if he was she still wouldn't.
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At the mention of Jack, The Doctor perked up, and he'd love a chance to meet Jack again. "Really!" And the look of disappointment soon followed when he heard, Jack didn't want to answer her calls and he let out huff of disappointment. "Oh, I'm sure I'll get a chance to meet ol'Captain Jack some other time."
And he had hated to think of what a reunion with Jack would be like since they had last met another. He had been another man at that point, and he knew Jack had experienced a terrible loss. And one he'd knew he might be blamed for not showing himself, not once but twice.