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[huffpuffblonde]

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Metacrisis Doctor/Doctor Who/Open

[but_you_made_me]

[onlytheblue]

He's still not really listening. Of course he isn't, he's probably...delirious from the lack air, not to mention being rattled around and the psychological trauma.

"Andere." Would that cold...monster he'd become use that almost-pet name? Affectionately? Come on, other self. He needs at least some of your trust. "You've got broken ribs and internal bruising, and I want to get a look at those lungs. Lean on Rose and I. Please."

[huffpuffblonde]

Strangely enough, the use of the pet name even calms her down, some. He'd started calling his clone that just shortly after they'd... they'd started being the three of them. She never used it. It wasn't for her to use. It was just between the two of them. Hearing her Gallifreyan Doctor call her Human Doctor that... it was beautiful, despite the situation, and she gathered herself together a bit.

"Hey. Listen. Come on, yeah? We're gonna help. It's gonna be okay. I promise," She leaned in, smoothing back his hair, whispering quietly to calm him, "I love you."

[but_you_made_me]

It was the name that did it. The soft, almost affectionate name that his other self had picked up to call him after they'd first gotten tongue tied in the swimming pool. It made his head jerk up, and while the coughing didn't let up enough for him to be able to speak, he did offer a nod as he uncurled his arms and reached for them.

He hurt, and if they were really back to normal, they would make it better again. If they weren't....well, with any luck, he'd black out from oxygen deprivation before too long.

[onlytheblue]

He breathes a soft sigh of relief when the both of them relax somewhat. Right now someone needs to step up and keep people on target...and apparently that's him this time. He got them into this radiation mess, he'll help clean it up.

Once they get his other self into the medbay and safe, anyway.

"Just a bit further now."

[huffpuffblonde]

She helped support him, an arm around his waist, pointedly keeping her eyes from either of them, but especially her Gallifreyan Doctor.

They managed to get him to the medbay relatively quickly, with some help from the TARDIS, and gently maneuvered him into one of the large, comfortable beds. She rounded the bed, falling gently into the seat beside it.

She took one of his hands, pressed it to her lips, and squeezed her eyes shut through the stream of hot tears.

Clearly, that was about as useful as she was going to be.

[but_you_made_me]

By the time they had reached the medical bay, the worst of his coughing had stopped and some of the blue tint to his lips had faded, but he was still grateful to lay back against the propped up bed. He wanted to curl in on himself, sleep maybe. Or just not think for a while, but his ribs hurt and he could hear Rose's soft crying next to him.

He was nothing but a dog to her.

A dog she was disgusted by.

A dog who nevertheless wanted nothing more then to make her stop crying. He reached out blindly, unwilling to open his eyes and look at her, but reaching for her hand despite that. His other hand reached up to touch the ring of bruises that were already starting to darken around his throat...

[onlytheblue]

He's...not sure what to do to sort out the mess he's made of his TARDIS passengers. Comforting and piecing people back together? That's not his thing. He's never been great at it, normally he just provides the opportunity to bury it and ignore it like he would do.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to. Right now all he has to do is rustle up the medical supplies to treat his Metacrisis.

[huffpuffblonde]

She grips his hand in both of hers, and the exhausted, pathetic, blind way that he reaches for her makes her heart seize. She presses her lips to his palm, his fingers, the back of his hand, and she can feel herself starting to choke again. What's she done? What has she done? He was broken. He was hurt.

Her fingers fidget, thumbs brushing over his skin and she presses her forehead against the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

[but_you_made_me]

She took his hand and he smiled, swallowing hard around the swelling of his throat before he rolled his head over and finally opened his eyes. She looked.....horrible. Distraught and panicked and the sight didn't become her at all.

He carefully pulled his fingers free of her grip, then resettled his hand on her hand, clumsily stroking her hair from her face.

"Shh...s'okay."

His voice sounded like he was gargling gravel and it triggered another coughing fit, but it was worth it.

Because shoving it down and hiding from it was their MO, after all. Because he was a loyal pet....and he could live with that, if it meant they kept him around. His gaze flickered over to his silent duplicate....and he told himself that it was stupid to flinch at just the sight of him. His Mich actually cared about him, after all.

[onlytheblue]

He doesn't speak up, he just leans over his Metacrisis, running scans and tissue regenerators over him. At the flinch, though, the Doctor frowns. Not...in anger, not in frustration, and certainly not in disappointment. Regret, perhaps. Shame and sorrow? Yes, most likely.

Healing the injuries? Easy.

Fixing his companions? He isn't sure where to start.

[huffpuffblonde]

She still avoid the Time Lord's eye, even as he leans over to do his restorative magic. She does, however, grip Handy's hand a bit tighter, and push herself closer to the bed.

"No, no, don't shush me, it's not alright, it's really not- what I said- what I did- that wasn't me, I don't think any of that. You're so much better than me, the- the pair of you-" She didn't look at Ten, and quieted her voice a bit at addressing him.

"I didn't mean-" She started to cling to his hand. "Those things were horrible, everything that came out was horrible and wrong, and I don't know how I- I shouldn't have been able to say 'em. I should've been able to stop myself, or fight it, or something, I love you, even if--"

Even if she was just a pathetic thing that he took interest in. Even if she was nothing.

"You're everything."

[but_you_made_me]

He laid still under his duplicates hands, but he couldn't quite control the way his pulse jumped or his breath caught with every touch. He didn't have perfect control over himself anymore...and he was ashamed of that fact

[onlytheblue]

All of the insults Rose hurled at him, he'd heard them before from himself. He knows they are all true, and he's come to grips with them long ago. Oh, not how Rose felt, he's aware she didn't feel any of it in quite so extreme a fashion, but the things she'd used to tear him down could hardly tear him lower than he let himself fall. But these two...

They can comfort each other better than he can. They probably need to. He's likely to make it worse trying.

He strokes a hand through the Metacrisis' hair once, soothing and affectionate, but then turns away once more, striding across the medbay to put back the tools, and then turned to quietly leave and take them far, far away from the radiation cloud.

[huffpuffblonde]

She couldn't stop the stream of tears, even if she wanted to. They burned at her eyes every time she tried to squeeze them shut. And she listened to him. Because he said it didn't make it true for his counterpart. He was human, like her. He had Donna in his mind, and emotions.

Loves you more than he knows what to do with. "Then why is he walking out?"

She looked away from him and locked eyes with Ten pointedly for the first time since coming back to herself. Because she wasn't going to leave the Metacrisis, but at the same time... she was hurting, too. She needed reassurances from him. Him, the one who said the words. The Metacrisis could say a lot of things on his behalf a lot of the time, but not this time. This was different.

[but_you_made_me]

Because I wasn't good enough.

The thought came unbidden and unwanted and entirely too loud and he tried to shove it away as soon as it flashed in his head...

...but he couldn't.

"Because talking isn't how he deals with things, Rose. You've known that from the beginning. It has nothing to do with how he feels about you." You, not us. "He's guilty about what he said. About the insults and what that says about him....but he wasn't himself, and therefore it wasn't him. It was the radiation, Rose. You didn't mean what you said about him anymore then he meant what he said about you."