Date: June 20 (some time before the CLANG!) Characters: Delirium, etc. Location: Library Summary: Delirium returns from a long walk through the stars. Warnings: None
The Doctor was in the library, silently reading a copy of Waverley by Sir Walter Scott. He was at the very end, the scene where the protagonist and the Jacobite rebel were waiting out the night together in prison, before the morning of the Jacobite's execution. The Doctor was more than usually engrossed by the novel, though his eyes frequently stilled on the page as he wondered how Jamie was faring in the aftermath of Culloden, if he had escaped the redcoats and slave-catchers and kept his head down enough to survive. Somehow, the Doctor didn't expect that he had. If only he had the TARDIS, he could go back and make sure. Time Lords be damned, he wouldn't let Jamie be the victim of random, pointless human violence. Even if the High Council and CIA and the lot of them tried to prevent him from landing in that place and time, he'd find a way.
Delirium looked around the library, he gaze quickly falling on the Doctor. Having never quite understood the art of quietly reading to oneself, she considered most people in libraries to just be taking a rest, or waiting for something interesting to happen. She walked quickly over to his chair, half on her tiptoes as if she was sneaking up on him, and stopped just shy of him, bending at the waist to stare at him over the top of his book.
"Hello! " she said cheerfully, her technicolour hair falling down past her ears and over the pages. "What are you doing?"
The Doctor looked up quickly, blinking away his thoughts. After a moment of confusion, he smiled softly and said. "Oh, nothing much. Reading a sad story." The Doctor closed the book without marking his place, folding his hands together and turning to face Delirium. "And just what have you been doing, my dear? I haven't seen you around in quite a while."
"I went for a walk," she said, hoisting the stick and knapsack from her shoulder and resting it against a nearby table. "But then I came back. Not on purpose, the first time. Maybe this time. I was getting how you get when you're all alone for a while and don't want to be anymore."
"Why is it sad?" she asked, looking down at the book.
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"Hello! " she said cheerfully, her technicolour hair falling down past her ears and over the pages. "What are you doing?"
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"Why is it sad?" she asked, looking down at the book.
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