bakerstreet | Asylum Meme

Meme, Interrupted

"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."

Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.

Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.

Rules:

1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!

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How-- [Those were things she recited in her dreams. Those were things she remembered like she remembered stars. Amy's eyes round the saucers. She blinks once. The bracers, the coat, the stupid bow tie...]

Doctor?

[Oh that gets a grin, a huge, idiots, 'I saved the Universe and everybody lived' grin.]

Didn't think I'd leave you here, did you now? Come on. TARDIS is waiting. What'll we see first? The stars I think. Tie a bed sheet 'round your waist and let you float out a bit in them then reel you in, have a spot of tea then stop on a proper planet.

[He holds his hand out to her.]

[There's a laugh for a moment as she tries to remember everything from that other universe.]

But they're not here. Look. [She points out toward the window.]

[He'll help her remember because nothing forgotten is ever truly lost and time can be rewritten and he would do that for her.]

So we'll go find them. They've got to be out there somewhere.

[With a smirk, she is up and out.] And they call me mad.

[Oh very good. He's sure she's not entirely to rights, but she'll remember a bit at a time as they go along and he's got a great deal of time to put her to rights.]

Mad man in a box. Rather boring if you ask me. Running around sane all the time. Everyone ought to try mad for a little while.

[The TARDIS is parked in a linen cupboard at the end of the hall. It's a bit of a squeeze.]

[She remembers that. She remembers him saying that. Taking a step toward him, she pokes him in the chest.]

Where've you been? I've been stuck here for years.

[There's a surprised look on his face for a split second because years then grief takes over while he draws a sharp breath then exhales it with a forced chuckle.]

Got a bit distracted. Time bauble you know, bit of a slip and had to save a universe along the way. Skipped over a couple of parallel universes. You know how it is.

[The grief is back as he presses his hand over hers against his chest.]

I'm very sorry, Amelia.

[He hadn't meant to leave her here. He really, really hadn't.]

[She pulls him into a tight embrace. At least he came.]

You're here, yeah? That's what matters.

[Straightening, she squints at him.] Now get me the hell out of here.

[He hugs her tightly, head bowing just a moment. He feels so guilty about leaving her here. So, so guilty but by the time she pulls away, he has that goofy smile on his face again.]

Right. Of course. Right away even.

[He unlocks the TARDIS door and holds it open for her.]

After you, Pond.

[She remembers doing this, but it's like a far off dream where the edges are all blurred. Her hand touches the door of the TARDIS like it's a long lost friend. Walking in, her eyes are wide as she looks around. It's bigger on the inside.]

It's all true then.

[he watches her with a grin, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he does. It's good to have her in the TARDIS again. The TARDIS thinks so too and it all feels him up with a kind of contentment he hasn't felt in a long while. At her words, he moves forward toward the console.]

'Course it is. Most things are you know. In some way or another. There's a lot less fake out there than people want to admit. The stars, right? We want to see the stars. Stars. Stars. Stars. I think I've got just the place.

[He goes frantic then, whirling about the console flipping switches and pulling levers.] Hold that down just over there, would you?

[She's remembering it all, reliving it in her head as she looks around. It was strange to have an entire different lifetime in her head. It takes her a moment to look back at him. He wanted her to do something.

Oh right.

Amy moves to hold something and looks back at him.]

I want to see the stars.

[He figured tossing her right into it would be the best way. He pulls down another lever, checks a gauge then nods.]

Stars. Go ahead then, open the door. Let me know if you're going to take a step out though.

[She can't help the smile that slowly forms on her face as she runs back toward the doors. Throwing them open, her eyes are even wider as she stared out into the abyss of the universe. The lights were there, just as she imagined. There's a brief, excited laugh that she wouldn't stifle even if she wanted.

She turns her head to look back at him.]

I knew they were real.

[Once he gets everything parked correctly, he goes over to stand just behind her shoulder, hands tucked in his pockets, smug smile on his face.]

Of course you did. Kept biting your therapist I'll wager.

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