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the ON THE RUN meme

Sometimes, these things happen. Sometimes, you're in just the wrong place at just the right time, or you've made the wrong (or right, depending on your intentions) person mad. Sometimes it's better for everyone if you just go. Sometimes there isn't time for good-bye.

LOST
You've managed to lose yourself somewhere out there, for whatever reason it was. Maybe you took someone with you (willingly? not?), or you found someone else who needed to disappear as badly as you did. You're in your car, or a cheap hotel, or a house by the side of the road. What else can you do but watch, and wait?

FOUND
It could have been as simple as being glimpsed at the 7-11. Your phoneline wasn't as secure as you thought. You locked eyes with the wrong person across the room. Now the house of cards is collapsing, and maybe not just your life, but the lives of everyone you love could be in jeopardy now. The walls are closing in, and your arms are giving out.

RULES
- post with your character's name and canon. if you have an on-the-run AU, or scenarios you might want to play out, mention them here.
- find others. tag them.
- and then, run.

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"...Ah."

Could be anyone, really. He was notoriously bad at faces in this incarnation. Practically famous for it, so there was no reason to presume that his initial jolt of recognition meant anything at all. The odds were not at all in favor of this being that parallel universe. There were thousands of them. Millions. Every time someone made a decision, up cropped another dozen. So, following that logic, the woman he was currently gawping at could not possibly be Rose Tyler, or if it was, it could be one that he had never met. Who just happened to work for Torchwood, coincidentally, without ever having been exposed to him at all. He was 99 percent certain. All right, 74 percent. Call it an even fifty.

It was enough of a certainty to gamble on, anyway. They'd start kicking in doors any minute now. He didn't much fancy dealing with Torchwood's higher echelon. The agents were bad enough, with a few sterling exceptions. "John Smith." He pulled the psychic paper from his pocket and held it up. "Security inspector. Don't mind the alarms, it's only a test. They've passed with flying colors, and so will you, if you don't mention to anyone that I stopped by. Very hush-hush. Can't have people getting paranoid, it will ruin the whole exercise."

"Right. John Smith." Hadn't she heard that name before from someone else? It wasn't really even a question that she asked herself; she knew it happened to be the alias the Doctor used on occasion. "Where'd you get that?" She pointed at the sonic screwdriver. Maybe this man had nicked it off the Doctor, but the more hopeful part of herself wanted to believe he had it because he owned it.

But then there was the psychic paper, and Rose couldn't hold back a grin. "Psychic paper's a bit of an old trick, you know. It also tends to work a bit better on people who've never seen it before." Let him make of that whatever he wanted, but if he was as clever as Rose knew him to be, he'd puzzle it out quickly enough.

Those unruly eyebrows of his lifted and he glanced at the psychic paper. "That it does." So... that ruled out at least one theory. He tucked the paper away in his pocket, regarding her warily. He had a sinking feeling this was about to go entirely pear-shaped, whether she was the Rose he'd known or not. Signs were pointing to the former. She'd looked at the screwdriver like she recognized it.

There were distant shouts beyond the door and he tensed, all too aware that his time was limited. Uncomfortable feeling, that. "So. Obviously I don't belong here. What do you intend to do with that? Arrest me?" He gave a thin, humorless smile. "I'd really rather you didn't."

"Come on, do you honestly think that I could even begin to try doing something like that to you?" She had to bite back the almost habitual urge to add the name "Doctor" to her sentence, because even though she was more than halfway certain it was him, there still was the chance that he wasn't, that he'd found the psychic paper and stolen the screwdriver. That scenario was worrying, though, because if that had happened, then where was the actual Doctor?

"What I want is for you to tell me who you are, and don't say John Smith, 'cause I know that's just a cover."

Well, at least handcuffing was off the table. That was definitely in the plus column. He stood with his elbow cupped in his palm, the screwdriver resting lightly against pursed lips, and regarded her thoughtfully. Perhaps it was time for another gamble before the clock ran out, impossible as it was. No, not impossible. He was downgrading it to merely improbable. So what if the parallel Earth he suspected he'd found himself on was supposed to be locked away forever? If anyone knew anything about things that were locked away coming back to cause trouble, it was him.

"Didn't plan on it." He took a step away from the door and held up the screwdriver. "You recognized this. You know who I am, but if you really need me to spell it out for you, fine. I'm the Doctor. And I need your help, Rose Tyler."

Cards on the table. Time to see if he should have folded.

However amusing it would be to clap the Doctor in handcuffs, Rose would never dream of doing that, especially now. Yes, she'd resigned herself to the fact that she'd likely never see him again, since the walls of the universe were closed, thus separating them forever, but chance or fortune or something had brought him here.

"Good. That's good, because that'd be a waste of both our time." She couldn't help but smile at the sonic screwdriver, and she turned and directed that smile straight at him. "'Course I knew it was you, Doctor, but you can't blame me for wanting to be sure." He'd gone and changed his face again, apparently, a thought that made her frown a bit. "Not every day you tell me that, though. What d'you need help with, then?" Her grin widened a bit at the prospect of another adventure with the Doctor, different face or not.

they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run

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Sorry for being abysmally slow!

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