the knot is in my reach | because tonight the world turned in me
Characters: Fox Mulder & the Doctor
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly R for some swears / hijinks
Time Period: Modern --> The Golden Age
Location: The Time Room (for starters)
Relative Date: After the Doctor & Rose talk ; post-demon plot
Status: Closed
He'd walked past the room three times now, trying to pretend that it wasn't on purpose. This time, hands jammed in his pockets, he paused in front of the archway, rocking back and forth on his heels as he glanced up and down the hallway. There wasn't a soul in sight.
Honestly, though, maybe the others had a point. Maybe it had been a bad idea, just appearing in the middle of a world that they didn't really belong in, changing things, almost getting killed. But Mulder couldn't help it.
He had to do it again.
Maybe because there was a tiny part of him that worried that it wouldn't be real until he did it once more. It was too easy to dismiss the first time as some sort of crazy dream - the exact stuff his nightmares were made of, after all. Some sort of post-apocalyptic alien invasion future? It all struck just a little too close to home. But maybe that was why he was here.
If the proof he had been looking for all this time was just a button away, who in their right mind was going to honestly believe that Fox Mulder was going to be able to refrain from pushing every goddamn button in that room?
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly R for some swears / hijinks
Time Period: Modern --> The Golden Age
Location: The Time Room (for starters)
Relative Date: After the Doctor & Rose talk ; post-demon plot
Status: Closed
He'd walked past the room three times now, trying to pretend that it wasn't on purpose. This time, hands jammed in his pockets, he paused in front of the archway, rocking back and forth on his heels as he glanced up and down the hallway. There wasn't a soul in sight.
Honestly, though, maybe the others had a point. Maybe it had been a bad idea, just appearing in the middle of a world that they didn't really belong in, changing things, almost getting killed. But Mulder couldn't help it.
He had to do it again.
Maybe because there was a tiny part of him that worried that it wouldn't be real until he did it once more. It was too easy to dismiss the first time as some sort of crazy dream - the exact stuff his nightmares were made of, after all. Some sort of post-apocalyptic alien invasion future? It all struck just a little too close to home. But maybe that was why he was here.
If the proof he had been looking for all this time was just a button away, who in their right mind was going to honestly believe that Fox Mulder was going to be able to refrain from pushing every goddamn button in that room?