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[continuum_of_drs]

He'd been avoiding his previous selves. His previous selves and his ninth self--he reminded him too much of the heretofore amnesiac fellow who'd started the whole thing.

Eight hid--near the centre of the TARDIS, usually, or in areas close to. He contemplated going home. Home home. Just giving it all up and hiding there. Bollocks to the timestream. But it wouldn't work. No, if anything, that'd do more to ensure it happened than anything else he could possibly try.

And yet he ached to return, now. He'd hated the place for centuries and now, thanks to a revelation he never should have had, something pulled at his hearts to return home. To Gallifrey.

He hadn't slept for seven days. Couldn't.

And now he paced, nearing the end of what shred of strength he had, snared in an indecision. Go home or not?

Go home?

Stay?

Change history?

... This last possibility chilled him. It was remotely, ever so remotely, possible. With the presence of this Nexus of realities, it was possible. Dangerous, perhaps fatally so, but possible. He could ensure that the Time War never came to this conclusion. Could ensure that the Time Lords survived.

Would he do this thing?

On and on he paced.

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[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

He woke slightly, eyes flickering open, seeing he wasn't the only one there and strangely, that was comforting. Nonetheless, he tried to speak, possibly to get that across, or maybe simply a request not to let anyone else know what he was going to go and do, but he was too sleep-laden. It came out another mumble of Gallifreyan.

[capnhotness.livejournal.com]

Jack, close at hand and halfway wound around a very comfortable pillow, tensed with sudden alert awareness when the Doctor woke, however slightly, and mumbled something in Gallifreyan. He wasn't entirely sure what the Time Lord meant by that - he had very little experience with Gallifreyan beyond the days he'd spent in the TARDIS lately and probably couldn't even dream of ever learning the alien language - but he had a half-formed idea and the attempt at speech made his heart twinge a little. He gave the Doctor a reassuring smile and reached over to grasp his hand, leaning across to press a light kiss to his lips. Mumble of Gallifreyan? Meet a murmur of Earth English, soft and reassuring and warm. He wasn't going anywhere, it was quite safe to sleep, and everything would be all right.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

He returned the kiss gently, but by the time Jack pulled away, he was asleep again, still and quiet, but looking very relaxed, now. Actually content.

The room felt content too.

[capnhotness.livejournal.com]

Jack sighed - relieved and rather content himself - as he pulled away, though he didn't go far at all. He watched the Doctor for several moments longer, perhaps attempting to commit the relaxed, content expression to memory after so many days of the Doctor wearing a distraught one. Then, because the bed was too comfortable and the room felt so very content, he dropped off to sleep himself, still holding the Doctor's hand.