𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 (
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On Your Doorstep

On Your Doorstep
They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.
But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.
Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.
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Malcolm eases his back up using his legs to push himself up until he's standing with his back pressed against the TARDIS but on his feet. "Standing check," Malcolm says giving into a Jack like moment, "moving might be slightly harder."
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"You might hear some cursing but I'll handle it," Malcolm says, "I've been wounded worse then this before." He still navigates the stairs slowly because a fixed point in time still feels pain. "What were you doing in the garden by the way?"
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"Strained ribs, broken arm, and I think my left shoulder might be busted. Not sure what else," Malcolm says, "the man I was fighting packed a heavy punch."
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Malcolm would be concerned if his head wasn't fuzzy with pain. "You don't have to...I can stand the pain just fine without any drugs."
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Malcolm does so with a slightly pained smile. "I feel like I should make a joke here," he says with a soft rasp.
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"I can't think of one sorry I've lost the knack," Malcolm says softly. Then for a second he goes quiet as he thinks over what happened tonight. "I confronted the man who murdered my wife....I let him go."
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Malcolm takes a deep breath and nods. "Do what you need to do Doctor. I trust you."
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"Leave them be," Malcolm says softly, "I don't think I can take much more pain tonight. Thank you Doctor." Malcolm manages a tight smile, "I'm sure you are tired of patching me up."
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"It's a good hurt," Malcolm says softly, "I deserve this hurt....I learned things tonight...things about myself I didn't like. So many bad choices Doctor...so many,"
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Malcolm drifted off into an uneasy sleep caught in the grip of a nightmare 20 years in the making. He sees his wife's death over and over helpless to stop it.
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Malcolm woke after a few hour his hand reaching for the Doctor with a soft cry. "Rebecca...Tommy..."
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"I'm still in pain which is good I guess," Malcolm joked, "it means I'm still alive and tonight really happened."
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sorry about the icon >.<
Re: sorry about the icon >.<
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