taxonomites | fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual

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fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual | location: central

Several notes have been left around Taxon over the last few days.

For Fred >> An electronic cart has been folded up and is leaning against the door. There is a note.

HC Clements

Bring the Drill

For Rose >> A note:

I'm okay.

Please take care of yourself.

Love, D

For Tara >> A note:

I'm sorry about before.

HC Clements. Tomorrow.

For Fitz >> A map of Taxon, with a segment of woods circled, and a circle around HC Clements. Also, a note:

Tomorrow.

Once all are delivered, the Doctor plants himself in a nondescript alley in central, smooths out his hair, and flips on the tablet to visual. He grins madly at the camera.

Of course, right before he opens his mouth to speak, music begins playing. Ah, it's that old familiar tune, the first bars to "All By Myself". The Doctor feels the music tug at his heartstrings, and he opens his mouth and says:

"No, I'm serious. I'm not singing that, stop it."

He says it with enough force, that an Extra walking behind him stops and turns to stare at him. The Doctor focuses on the tablet.

"So, rumors of my disappearance have been greatly exaggerated, of course," he says, all smug and self-satisfied, as per usual.

The Extra behind the Doctor picks up a pipe from the ground and starts towards him. The Doctor, focused on the tablet, doesn't notice.

"But! Since the Council, or whatever you call it, is doing such a fantastic job of keeping law and order, I think I might give the citizens of Taxon a head's up about the actual threat around this place."

The Extra is now right behind the Doctor, and it raises the pipe above its head.

The Doctor continues. "You should really look out for---"

The Extra slams the pipe down, and the screen goes suddenly static, then fizzes back to the Doctor, struggling with the strangely violent Extra. The Extra smacks him across the face and he falls over, out of camera range.

OOC: To those whom he's left a note, you're welcome to just meet him at HC Clements after or prior to the events with this Extra.

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"No," he says. "It doesn't just mess up the timeline."

He points to a glass vase on the bookshelf.

"Time," he says.

He pushes it towards the edge. "Blipping out important people."

He pushes it until it falls, shattering into a million pieces on the floor.

"We need to stop them."

"How do they come back then?" She's not surprised by the dramatic display but she does jump when the vase hits the floor.

"And how can we stop them? And can't I stay with you in hiding? I'll turn my tablet off."

She just doesn't want him to leave her again.

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"And if they find me?" he says, stepping over the glass to approach her. "If they find me, Rose, they'll find you. And I won't have them doing to you what they did to me."

He reaches out, cupping the side of her face. He's wanted to touch her since he ran away, but he's been afraid to get too close.

Once he touches her, she steps in closer, her left hand going to his waist and her right resting on his chest.

"We'll be careful. I'll run. If they find you, I'll run and hide. So I can help you."

It's an almost desperate promise but it's also one she's willing to keep. Someone has to help him if he ends up in jail again.

"It's not that easy, Rose, they won't just put me in prison this time."

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to hers. He doesn't want to go. He doesn't want to leave her like this.

"I don't want---I'm just---I can't put you in that danger, Rose. I can't."

Rose takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. She only has to tilt her head up to press his lips against his but she hesitates, not sure if this will make anything easier or harder.

In the end she shifts, going up on her tiptoes and capturing his mouth in a kiss, her arm winding around his neck as she tries to tug him closer.

He goes with her kiss without question. He's longed for her since he left, and once she's in his arms he's not about to let her go. He lets the books fall to the floor and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close to his body.

He breaks the kiss, but doesn't pull away. "I'll save you," he promises. "No matter what it takes."

"I know," she answers. She's never doubted even once that the Doctor would save her in all the situations they've been in. "That's what I'm afraid of," she admits. There are worse things than dying as far as Rose is concerned. There are worse things than being physically harmed. Most of those things include losing the Doctor.

She reaches up to run her fingers through the top of his hair then kisses him again. She's going moment by moment here well aware that in the next moment he may send her away.

He only has moments here. Any moment, someone can come in and take him away. Any moment, someone can come in and take Rose with him. They can be hurt, they can be tortured, they can even be killed.

But when he leaves this room to run, he's going to run alone and he knows it.

He reaches his hand over and shuts the door, then pulls her close to him. He's going to indulge in this moment for as long as he can. Because when it's over, he'll be alone.

Door shutting. She likes that part of this moment. It means she gets to keep him for just a little while. She laughs very softly against his mouth, almost a sound of relief and gratitude than anything then nips at his bottom lip and runs her hands up his chest to his shoulders, pushing his suit jacket off as she does.

They can be hurt, tortured and killed anywhere. She realizes this even if the Doctor doesn't. All they'll ever have are moments. She'll take those for what they are and hope that one of these days he realizes he doesn't have to be alone.

He breaks the kiss in order to press kisses along her throat. He's missed her, which is idiotic, if he thinks about it. Sexually, he's only been with her once. But emotionally, she's had him around her finger for ages.

He takes a step forward, and then another, until she's pressed against the wall. Silently, he longs for the settee that is still sitting outside. He unzips her hoodie and lets it fall off her shoulders.

"I can't take you with me," he says, and there is a lot of unspoken sadness in his voice at that. "But I want to, and I'm sorry."

Settee would be nice. Of course her room is just across the hall but that would mean opening doors and possibly walking with space between them.

"You want to. That's enough for now," she tells him as she undoes his tie, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor before she starts with the buttons on his shirt. She's not entirely sure that is enough for now but she doesn't want to spend these moments arguing about whether he'll take her with him or not. If she's lucky, she'll talk him into stopping by again sometime.

In the back of her mind it occurs to her how much she's settling for but even later she knows she won't care.

Time is of the essence, and he hates that. He hates that he can't savor this, the way he did the first time the were together. He hates that there's no time to hold her or kiss her or properly get undressed. He only has now, and now is only moments.

He fumbles with the buttons to her jeans, then tugs them gently down her hips. He feels awkward, foolish, like he's doing something terribly wrong. He wants her, but this isn't enough. It isn't enough. He can't settle with it.

"Rose," he murmurs against her mouth. "I just---I want you to know, if I don't come back---"

This is different and she knows it's because he can't stay. She braces herself against the wall and uses him for balance, nudging her jeans off with her feet then kicking them away. Once they're off she curls one leg around his.

Her breath catches and she honestly doesn't know if it's because of the need in this hurried rendezvous, the idea of him not coming back or the sentence he hasn't finished.

She breaks the kiss, ducking her head to press a kiss to his collarbone. "Want me to know what?" she asks breathlessly when she can finally get the words out. Her stomach is a twisting, writhing knot. She'll argue about whether he's coming back after she gets him to finish his sentence.

"You just---you mean so much---"

He doesn't think he can tell her he loves her. He doesn't think he can say the words, because they mean things like forever and the two of them don't have that. They don't even have moments right now.

He unzips his own trousers and pulls her towards him. No time for finesse, no time for even pretending he can be anything like Casanova sexually. He needs her, he loves her, and he wants her, and he wants to pretend that they have all the time in the universe together, but they don't.

Most of the time she's very aware that he loves her. Doubt only rears it's ugly head when he's being supremely stupid. She shimmies out of her knickers and slides her hands in his, pushing them down his hips along with his pants. She slides her leg up a bit higher, around his thigh so she can pull him closer.

"I know," she tells him quietly. It's important that he knows she knows. "I love you too, Doctor," she says in a rush of breath, tilting her head up to kiss him again. It's part just needing to feel his mouth against hers again and part the need to keep him from saying anything else in response. She doesn't want him to think she needs to hear anything else.

"Yes," he says, because she understands.

She knows. He's always believed she's known. He wasn't sure, after the beach, after the things she doesn't know happen to them. He's been afraid, and the last few days he was afraid he'd never know if she knew.

He holds her leg against him, and pushes himself inside of her. Thoughts of protection and whatnot nudge the back of his mind, but they're replaced promptly with a need to be with her, a need to feel her around him and just stop thinking for a moment. He kisses her mouth firmly, pouring his emotion into it, in case he can never kiss her again.

That confirmation is as good as any confession he could make. At least as far as she's concerned. Her moans are swallowed up by the kiss and she returns it with just as much emotion and passion for precisely the same reason. If this is all they've got then she wants him to know how she feels.

Her nails scrape against his back a little and she runs her hand up the back of his neck, intentionally hitting that sensitive spot. Rushed doesn't mean they can't both at least enjoy this moment and if he wants to stop thinking, she's going to help him.

Protection never crosses her mind because she's never considered that they're compatible that way.

He cries out into her mouth, the sensation from the back of his neck shooting down his spine. He wants this, he's wanted this, and he needs her and---

They should be talking, he thinks. They should be organizing their feelings and he should promptly be leaving, getting away before someone realizes that he's here. Instead, he's holding her against a wall and shagging her and that's not fair. It's not fair to how they feel.

Still, he can't stop. He doesn't want to.

He works to a slow, steady rhythm, slowly speeding up his thrusts as he does.

"Rose," he moans, holding her close. "Rose."

She desperately clings to him, dipping her head and resting her lips against his shoulder. Regardless of what they should be doing there is nothing she'd rather be doing. Certainly not organizing her feelings or watching him leave. Her whole body feels like it's screaming to be closer, to have more of him. Her name on his lips like that makes her gasp.

"ohgod Doctor." She buries her nose in his neck as she keeps the rhythm with her hands in his hair and on his back, hips rising to meet his thrusts.

The wall is wrong, he decides. She's not just a shag, she's not just someone he wants to have for a moment. He thinks about her bed in the next bedroom. He thinks about getting to that bed and the time it might take. He's on the run, now. They only have moments now.

It's not enough. It's not enough to have her here, like this. He needs her, he longs for her, he knows that when they leave here, he'll lose her and his hearts break, just thinking about this. He holds her close and buries his face into her shoulders. If he could have forever, he'd have it with her. But he can't, and it isn't that easy.

He cries out again as she meets his thrusts, her hips slim and firm against him.

The benefits of a human brain, she's only focused on him and the way he feels inside of her, the way her entire body feels like it's made of fiery pins and needles. It's not enough but nothing will ever be enough with him. She suspects even forever would fall short but she'd spend the rest of her life here in this prison if it meant she could spend it with him.

She wraps herself around him, keeping him as close as he can get. Her breath comes in pants against his neck and she cries out his name like it's a prayer or a confession. Maybe both.

Hearing his name like that on her lips is almost enough to send him over the edge immediately, but he holds back. Once he finishes, he has to leave, and he doesn't want to go. He doesn't want this to be over, not yet. He doesn't want the moment to end. It's all they have, after all; moments.

"Rose." He's wanted her and longed for her for so long, it's almost impossible to believe he's here with her, and she's loving him and wanting him and well, he's pretty thrilled about it, actually.

He smiles, despite everything. He smiles at her, and presses a gentle kiss to the side of her mouth.

She can't help but smile back at him. She never has been able to do anything but smile back at him. The little breather is nice. It does let them hold onto the moment for a little while longer. She laughs softly, turning her face to kiss him then tilting her head to kiss his jaw.

These little moments are worth all the crying and worrying she does the rest of the time. At least as far as Rose is concerned. She'd walk through fire for one of these moments with him.

"Doctor," she smiles, putting another kiss just underneath his jaw. She's still got him wrapped up tight against her, unwilling to let any space come between them for the moment.

He wishes that they could have forever. He wishes that he could kiss her mouth and tell her that they could have this for as long as time stood. But he can't. They have until they leave Taxon, and he's trying to convince himself to keep looking for a way out.

He holds her close, the intimacy something he was once afraid of but now clings to. He needs her. He loves her. Every movement of his hips into hers just reaffirms that feeling.

"I---"

I love you. It's not hard to say, but he can't choke it out. He just kisses her again. The words are in the kiss.

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