On the Run ♦ 007. Glimmer of Hope ♦ with captoftardis
Donna had lost count of how many days they had been stuck on the Shadow Hunter's planet. So far they had been shot at, chased, almost blown up - so much for disguises. So far, however, they had remained uncaptured, mostly due to an insane amount of running. A couple of days into their game of cat and mouse, Donna and the Doctor stumbled (quite
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Tomas seated himself down opposite the Doctor with his own drink. "It's a lot to take in." Tomas had lost his own wife to the Shadow Hunters. He'd witnessed her be murdered before his very eyes. He had no choice but to keep running.
"So, your wife mentioned you're good with machinery? Our ship, well, it's in a bad way. We've been trying to find spare parts - not easy with the Shadows on your back." He took a sip of his tea. "The couplings are fried, the energy crystal cracked, the transducer cells in a bad way and there's a lot of damage to the hull."
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He perked up a bit, becoming more curious. Maybe he could gain some parts and fix something up... Selfish? Maybe a litle, but again, right now he was only trusting Donna.
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"Mm, I was telling your lovely wife that we have a ship out by the western limits. Another mechanical mind and pair of hands would be useful, if you're interested. Sooner we get her fixed up, sooner we can get out here and give you guys a lift to where you need to be."
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"I'm sorry." He finally glanced over to her, "I'll find us a way home soon." He berated himself for procrastinating, which wasn't in his nature, and brooding so much. He is the Doctor, the last of the Time Lords, or so he often had to repeat to himself as if his identity was slipping away. So a simple incident lead them further from what he had calculated. Big deal! It was time to start taking action...
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"We'll find a way home together. Me and you, we're a team. We've gotten out of worse scrapes."
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Lying there quietly, taking an odd comfort in having Donna so close, he listened to a few hushed conversations around him before he finally nodded off.
When his eyes flew open again, it took him a while to orient himself and figure out the time. ...Yes, there it was, in his estimation, it had been 3 hours and Donna was still practically attached to him.
For the record, trying to sneak off a cot and not wake up your best mate is a difficult task. However, he managed to do so and snuck out of the area to check on the men keeping watch. One looked like he was about to pass out, so the Doctor kindly took over his shift.
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It was another hour or so later that warning sirens began to blaze. Tomas rushed over to the Doctor. "We've just got word, the Shadows are on the move. We've got to go, now, if we want to get a head start on them."
He quickly fell into his role as leader. It was obvious he was the force keeping this rebel group together. "Round up everything we can carry. We move out in ten!"
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But Tomas was right, rushing off in anger was not conducive to positive outcomes. He knew that, and yet every fiber of his being told him to run. It was instinct for him, just as his sense of time and space, it was ingrained into him. Finally swallowing his anger and once again pulling himself away from clinging arms, he begrudgingly helped out ( ... )
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It was more hours still before one very bloody, exhausted and broken Donna stumbled in, clutching a child to her chest. In comparison to the child Donna had escaped lightly. The young girl was barely clinging to life and her arm completely torn off from the explosion.
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Her hair was matted with blood from a gash on her head, her wrist was sprained and she had more bruises and cuts than she should count, and possibly more injuries besides, but she was alive and she was here and that was all that mattered to her.
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He encouraged her to lie down, where he dressed a couple more visible wounds on her legs before pausing and looking lost in thought. "Donna... I don't think we should travel with this group anymore." The truth was, he felt the more he stayed with them, the more he was losing sight of what he needed to do let along his identity. He realized he was living day to day, just as they were, just following the herd and accepting things as they were, and that wasn't him at all. Besides, the scare of losing her was making him all the more paranoid.
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As for not travelling with the group... Donna was glad the Doctor had said it. After today, after the way the group went from a one for all and all for one momentum to an every man for himself one within seconds, Donna really didn't like them all that much any more.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of talked you into staying with them in the first place." She reached out to stroke his cheek. She'd always marvelled at how human he looked, but looking at him now, his eyes showed his years more than ever. "Bet you wish you'd never even come back to Earth for me, eh?"
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Eventually sleep took hold and she drifted into an uneasy rest. The dream that seemed to plague her soon found her again. The planet with the pink twin moons and the crystal tower. And soon enough she was clung to the Doctor in her sleep.
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"Dig around in that closet, there should be something." When she stepped away, something caught his eye and he looked at the towel. Blood? There were a few stains scattered on the towel. Was she still bleeding? He saw the old gauze looked dark on a few spots on her, but he just thought that was it, they were just old, old and wet.
When Donna came back out, he had the towel folded, and looked up, "Find any?"
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Donna dug around in the closet and returned triumphantly! A ha! Two helmets to complete the look. "Might want to use the thingy on them. I don't want to put it on and have probes plug into my brain or sommat or some security system that zaps us into oblivion - or melts us or well, you get the picture."
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He fished his sonic out of the pocket to his suit jacket and worked on the helmets, adapting them. He wanted to keep the computer component intact, as it might come in handy at a later time, at least for him. He imagined Donna getting rather frustrated at all the screens and options constantly blinking and flashing before her eyes.
"There we go!" He managed to find a zipper pocket to insert his screwdriver before slipping the helmet on and... "WOW!"
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Donna packed their belongings up before putting her own helmet on. Talk about technology overload. It took her awhile to adjust. And at least they hadn't be poisoned by secret gases or anything. "Right then... off to the HQ?"
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