[For the Doctor & Rob - Backdated]

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It's quiet in the treehouse, the familiar sort of quiet of distant birds and muffled footsteps and jungle sounds, and Gwen thinks it's all wrong. After yesterday, she's certain nothing should be this quiet again

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[dr_robchase]

He'd gone back to lists at some point in the last twenty-four hours, though he couldn't pinpoint when if he tried. He just knew that it was like it used to be. Date in the top-right, bulleted points with tasks to be done in perfect order. After eating, making the bed until it was so crisp it looked like an optical illusion, he'd gone to make soup, cracking an egg in it and cutting up fresh fruit.

Gwen needed the food and he was going to take care of anyone he could, especially Gwen, who'd done so much for him.

He eased back into the room, the bread nearly falling off the tray, but he managed, sitting down on the edge as he eased the tray down, pouring out the tea into a cup. "Hey, Gwen," he spoke softly. "Hungry?"

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Gwen doesn't answer, doesn't even look at him. Her eyes narrow briefly, but it's the only sign she gives that she's heard Rob at all. They need to find the body, she's decided; she needs to see it, to see him. It's not right without a body.

Hair hanging dirty and stringy across her cheeks, she stares unfocused at the far wall and rubs absently over the swell of her abdomen.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor was fairly certain that Peter was not dead. He didn't know why, or how...but it seemed to be a good guess, considering the ratio of people that had been here who died and...well. There had been a lot of extraneous dead bodies.

The problem was that there was no convincing Gwen without proof, and to be honest, the Doctor wasn't quite in the best of places himself yet. But doing this, trying to help, would be better than thinking it through again and again. Or rehashing the same damned argument with Martha Jones. Or thinking of just what Chase looked like when he was dead.

Shaking it off, he gently knocked and opened the door slightly, a mug of tea in one hand, and a pitcher of water in the other. "Gwen," he said softly.

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Gwen doesn't want to eat, or tea, or for someone to rub her back and tell her it's going to be okay. It's not going to be okay, and the only thing she wants right now is her husband. Her gaze shifts briefly to where the Doctor's standing in the doorway, and then moves back to the wall.