bakerstreet | they are the hunters, we are the foxes

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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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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