In hindsight he probably should have seen it coming. After all, he had met Ianto-during-those-three-weeks a few months before. Before he'd ever actually started traveling with Ianto, wasn't it? It was hard to remember, presumably one of those side-effects of having saved him in the first place. Had it even really happened to him? Oh well, not something to worry too much about now, as there was nothing to be done about it.
Ianto wants him to take some time to travel on his own. He can do that. Can't he? Yes, yes he's traveled by himself before. Not... very often, but it has happened. But where to go? All the places he can think to visit are placed he thinks would be better to wait for Ianto to see. Eventually he settles on going to the Eye of Orion. He'll figure out where to go after that.
Roughly two or three days (depending on if you go by Gallifreyan or Earth time, that is) later he decides he's had enough of this, and sets coordinates to go pick Ianto back up. Ianto had specified 'days' first. It had been a few
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Ianto is asleep on a small bed in the corner when the villagers enter the home with the Doctor. The sunlight from the open door makes him stir, but the first correct pronunciation of his name in two weeks makes him start awake. He blinks at the Doctor and moves to look at his watch, floundering when he remembers that he hasn't worn one in a while. Has it really been three weeks(ish)? Well, he won't question the Doctor's punctuality. This time.
He sits up on his elbows and squints in the sunlight, grinning. "That time already?" He was going to try 'hello' and then maybe 'I missed you', but... well, he decided against it.
The first fisherman gapes at Ianto, having recognized the words he speaks for the first time in three weeks. "You speak our language?" he asks.
Ianto stares for a moment and then laughs, shifting until the sun isn't in his eyes. Finally, a translation circuit nearby. "I've... picked up a few words, yeah."
"Ah, yes," the Doctor tells to Ianto, only a bit embarrassed. "I wasn't thinking at the time about the language barrier. I'm sorry, I should have picked somewhere else."
"I'm terribly sorry to break up such a happy reunion," one of the men speaks up, "But, you claimed to be a healer, didn't you? We have been so terribly worried about him, perhaps there is something you could do about his treems? As you can see he--"
"Yes, yes I do see." The Doctor tries his very hardest to not laugh. Thankfully he succeeds, though not without a rather silly grin on his face. "Here," he fishes his bag of jelly babies out of a pocket and hands it to Ianto. "Take two once a day."
Yes, he probably should explain that there actually wasn't anything wrong with Ianto, but that would take entirely too long, and he wasn't hurting anything, so why not have a little fun?
Ianto takes the bag, bemused, and searches for a red jelly baby, popping it into his mouth. He hasn't a clue what's going on, but the Doctor is smiling so it can't be all that bad. "Cheers. And this is because of..."
"The treems," the man from earlier repeats, breathing a sigh of relief and coming forward to grasp the Doctor's elbow. "You have our most gracious thanks, Doctor. We were afraid he'd never be cured. Would you like some te?"
Ianto, who has been frowning into the bag of jelly babies (and helping himself to a few more - Doctor's orders and all) and mouthing the word 'treems' to himself, suddenly comes to a realization. "Oh, my--" My dreams. "My... treems. Yes, er, thank you, Doctor, I feel much better
( ... )
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Ianto wants him to take some time to travel on his own. He can do that. Can't he? Yes, yes he's traveled by himself before. Not... very often, but it has happened. But where to go? All the places he can think to visit are placed he thinks would be better to wait for Ianto to see. Eventually he settles on going to the Eye of Orion. He'll figure out where to go after that.
Roughly two or three days (depending on if you go by Gallifreyan or Earth time, that is) later he decides he's had enough of this, and sets coordinates to go pick Ianto back up. Ianto had specified 'days' first. It had been a few ( ... )
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He sits up on his elbows and squints in the sunlight, grinning. "That time already?" He was going to try 'hello' and then maybe 'I missed you', but... well, he decided against it.
The first fisherman gapes at Ianto, having recognized the words he speaks for the first time in three weeks. "You speak our language?" he asks.
Ianto stares for a moment and then laughs, shifting until the sun isn't in his eyes. Finally, a translation circuit nearby. "I've... picked up a few words, yeah."
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"I'm terribly sorry to break up such a happy reunion," one of the men speaks up, "But, you claimed to be a healer, didn't you? We have been so terribly worried about him, perhaps there is something you could do about his treems? As you can see he--"
"Yes, yes I do see." The Doctor tries his very hardest to not laugh. Thankfully he succeeds, though not without a rather silly grin on his face. "Here," he fishes his bag of jelly babies out of a pocket and hands it to Ianto. "Take two once a day."
Yes, he probably should explain that there actually wasn't anything wrong with Ianto, but that would take entirely too long, and he wasn't hurting anything, so why not have a little fun?
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"The treems," the man from earlier repeats, breathing a sigh of relief and coming forward to grasp the Doctor's elbow. "You have our most gracious thanks, Doctor. We were afraid he'd never be cured. Would you like some te?"
Ianto, who has been frowning into the bag of jelly babies (and helping himself to a few more - Doctor's orders and all) and mouthing the word 'treems' to himself, suddenly comes to a realization. "Oh, my--" My dreams. "My... treems. Yes, er, thank you, Doctor, I feel much better ( ... )
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