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x13 [accidental visual] darling I want to destroy you

((Expect either or both Time Lords to answer replies. lol.

Warning: Swordfighting, lots of stabbing, and blood in the Doctor-Master thread.))

When the visual switches on the only thing it momentarily shows is the wall that the tablet slammed into, and then as it slowly drags away the shaky view reveals two Time Lords, bloodied, bruised, and breathing heavily. There's a vicious look in the Master's eyes, the visual brushing across the side of his face and catching a small spatter of red before dropping back down.

The tablet sits fittingly minimized in the Master's bracelet, but it displays the scene: the Master and the Doctor, fencing foils brandished, and a quiet Taxon street around them (certainly if they had at one time had company, their fight has long since chased it away). Their is nothing innocent about this fight anymore. They are both out to win, and they'll both fight dirty to get it.

"Really, Doctor," the Master drawls, "you can do better than that." Because mocking an angry Time Lord is always a brilliant idea.

If any brave soul were to comment on what in Taxon's name they thought they were doing... well. It may at least distract them from losing all their blood on the streets.

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She nods, and finally sits. She'd originally intended to go back with Sam, but sitting sounds better, at the moment. Watching Rose clean the wound and begin to bandage it, she says softly, "He'll be okay."

Rose nods as she's bandaging up the Doctor's stomach. She smooths her fingers over the bandage and moves onto some of the other wounds.

"Course he will." Rose answers. She doesn't sound confident. In fact she sounds terrified. "He's goin' to live loads longer than you and me." It's not a jab at Tara's recent discovery of her future. While Rose might have guessed what her 'spoilers' she wouldn't do that to Tara. It's more of Rose trying to be comforting and positive. She likes that the Doctor will live so much longer than her. He'll always remember her when she's dust.

"What happened?" she asks quietly as she puts a bandage on a small gash wound on his arm. "If you feel like talking." She glances over her shoulder at Tara. It hasn't escaped her that the little witch is tiring herself out. She just knew that it was necessary.

Tara swallows, a little. She'd really rather shield Rose, but on the other hand, it's likely she'd find out another way if Tara evaded telling her.

And Tara knows that she'll probably fall asleep when she releases the spell, so if she can, she'll try to hold it until Sam comes back with a doctor.

"I... I didn't understand all of it. What they were talking about. But they've been at this - fighting - a long, long time, I think." She pauses a moment, thinking of how to say it. "He did it. The Doctor. Ran onto the sword." It's almost odd, hearing Tara angry, but that's what it is. Anger, in her voice, even if it's no louder.

Rose is smoothing a bandage on the Doctor's back, covering the exit wound of the sword. She leans down to listen to both of his hearts while Tara is telling her. The anger in the blonde's voice makes her pause. It takes a moment for the words to catch up and when they do shock is the first emotion that strikes her.

And then hurt.

Quickly followed by anger. Rose sits upright, staring at the Doctor with her fists balled up like she wants to hit him. Except he has obviously done enough danger to himself. Finally she nods. Her words come out exhausted, weighted with guilt and angry.

"He's worse than when I first met him."

Because he wasn't suicidal then and now it looks like he is. She releases her hands and perches on the edge of the bed, watching the Doctor then glancing at Tara and back at the Doctor. "I should have--he--" Anger, guilt and pain have her far too distraught to actually form words. "What--why is he unconscious? His hearts sound...okay. A little slow but...like they ought to."

"The... the Master. The one he was fighting. Said he did something to trigger some sort of healing factor." She tucks some hair behind her ears. "I don't know much of anything about Time Lord anatomy, but with most things, healing takes a lot of energy. It's probably why he's asleep."

Tara can't maintain her anger, not for very long, when she's so tired. She'll be good and angry later, though, that's for certain.

"Hopefully when Sam gets back, the doctor will be able to tell if he needs any more help, or just rest."

Rose has no problem holding her anger when the Doctor is being a jackass. She can't hold at all when he's so broken and even before this fight with the Master, he was broken beyond what she imagined he ever could be. She takes a deep breath and nods. Tara's explanation makes sense. It also makes a bit of sense to her that the Master might not want to kill the Doctor. No one wants to be the last of their kind. Even if they hate the only other one left.

"He's got two hearts. He heals faster...I wish I'd asked more. I always--when I first met him I asked him if he was alien. He answered like--like he expected me to run screaming. Never talked to him about being alien after that. Not really."

Tara nods. "He doesn't like to talk about himself, except about him being clever, does he? And it would be kind of awkward to ask, if nothing specific came up, I guess."

"Not overly," Rose answers. "He's--you learn to look for things that--I knew he was having a hard time but I thought things were getting better."

Since they were--well she'd thought she was making him better. Obviously she was wrong.

[ooc: PM from Watson this morning. She's going to have Bones make a house call and just jump in where ever.]

"We'll sort it out once he's healed a little," she says, quietly. "Maybe it has to do with him being sick."

Rose nods because she thinks Tara is right in some part. She knows her Doctor's eyes though and they're darker, older. He's seen and done horrific things since she saw him last. "Yeah, that's probably it."

She bandages up another scrape on his cheek this one with a standard band aid but it's TARDIS blue instead of flesh colored. "Talked to him a bit about letting you help with magic. Think he might allow it. He doesn't believe in it but he might let you help."

"That's good." She sits back in the chair, a little. "I don't know if I can, but... it's good he's open to me to me trying."

Rose tucks the blanket around the Doctor a little more securely then turns to Tara. "You look tired. Do you need something? Tea or a blanket? Something to eat?"

"I'm okay. I just need to rest for a little bit." She smiles. "It's kind of a rough spell, energy wise. But I'll stay until Sam gets back with Doctor McCoy, if that's alright."

"Course it is," Rose nods. "Thank you for helping him. Seem to be saying that a lot to you but I'm grateful." She sits back down on the edge of the bed, her fingertips idly gliding over the Doctor's brow while she talks. Her worry is as transparent as any of her other feelings.

"Of course. I'm glad I could." She curls up a little in the chair. "The spell's gonna fade soon, but between the bandages, the doctor and the healing factor, it should be okay."

It was not okay. Well, not for one person because McCoy was beyond pissed off. He had seen this very fight occurring over the tablets as it happened and could vividly recall that any request for them to stop was met with flippant replies from the very man now lying injured between the two women.

Apart of the doctor toyed with not responding to the request to treat him, but he had made an oath when he became a doctor. And in truth, he welcomed the distraction that Sam Winchester presented as he came to the castle his crew was staying in and asked for his medical expertise; he would have to put his annoyances with the Doctor to one side for the day. Maybe an experience like this would stop him from putting lives at risk in the future.

Led in the right direction, he knocks on the door of the house where the Doctor, Rose and Tara are with his medkit tucked beneath one arm and wearing an annoyed grimace as he waits for a reply. Hopefully he has the right residence this time.

Tara, for her part, is curled up in a chair, completely and deeply asleep. The sleep is natural enough; she's just utterly exhausted. As such, the spell is gone; it's the bandage and the Doctor's own trance that are keeping a handle on the bleeding now.

McCoy and Sam's entrance doesn't even cause her to stir.

Rose hears the knock and gets up with a quick glance to Tara and the Doctor. She goes down the stairs and unlocks the door, opening it a bit with a grateful smile. "Dr. Bones?" She takes a step back, opening the door as she does. "Come on in. He's upstairs."

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