continuum_of_drs | Gallifrey Plot

Savannah woke up with a start, and was terribly confused. Where was she? Why was she in a bed? Was she...oh God, was she kidnapped by the Shop again? ...But tucked nicely into a comfortable bed, beside her sleeping father? Either the Shop had turned over a new leaf, or she wasn't in their custody. She found she was still dressed from the day before, though someone had removed her shoes and put them beside the bed. She slipped into them and creeped out the door, looking down the corridors, and then remembers.

She catches sight of the Doctor, then. "Oh my God, Doctor, you kidnapped us! With drugged tea!"

Jack, sprawled across a rather Victorian looking four-poster bed in a room similarly oriented to the one he used to sleep in during his past-but-not-yet-happened travels in a future TARDIS, wakes with uncomfortable grogginess pulling at the edges of his thoughts. He can't quite remember where he is, but the musty ancient library smell, old books and tea and something a little bit artron-y, gives him a clue. It doesn't mesh with the last clear thing he remembers - hadn't he wandered off to some dystopian Vatican to battle vampires with Soma and Phoenix and Otto? because of that vampire fog that had effected Ears and Horatio? - and he takes a minute to come to grips with it.

Then ... he rolls out of bed, grimaces at the leather trousers and jacket he's still wearing from the aforementioned (mis)adventure, and sways on his feet towards the door. It isn't a life-again-after-dying feeling, but the Captain does feel terribly ill-at-ease for some reason. After fumbling the door open, he leans half out into the hall and looks it up and down. Voices? From that way. He'll definitely go that way, then.

Startled Doctor.

Oh, now look what sort of mess we're in....

"I--no! No, I didn't kidnap you, it was the TARDIS... it's a bit difficult to explain. The tea ... was already being made, and I think some of the ingredients were substituted. I'm very sorry."

"What, what, hold on. Your House kidnapped me? Why would it want to do that? That's bollocks and you know it." Meh-face!

What's bollocks, according to Captain Jack Harkness, is the way the TARDIS corridor lurches annoyingly. He rounds the corner, leans heavily against it, and watches the Doctor and Savannah for a split-second. Then ...

"Savannah, watch your bloody fucking language!" ...hee.

"It's not a house, it's a ship--have you been paying attention at all in class? Never mind that. The TARDIS is sentient, I'm certain you've gathered that by now, and the mission I was leaving on--had left on...." the Doctor trails off. "I'm very sorry. The TARDIS clearly wanted you and your father to accompany--Jack?"

"Jack Harkness? You're here too - nevermind. So...why am I supposed to believe that your TARDIS decided to take us on a joyride whether or not we wanted to? Look, I'm sorry that I walked in without permission and got lost but you don't have to lie to me..."

Jack grumps for another few seconds, squints around at the corridor, and straightens to give his neck a good crack. Or, wait, two. Not the best sleep he's had in the TARDIS, but he can't complain.

"Doctor," he greets. Then, because he is just so informed on the subject of the Doctor's sentient ship (no, really, he's Captain Jack Harkness), Jack puts in: "No, really, she is a sentient ship and she'll do that. Trust me." ...Cue some wall-stroking from the Captain, ahem. Not that he really knows what they're even talking about, honestly.

"When did you get here?"

The Doctor's just completely lost, now, all thoughts of Gallifrey and drugged tea aside for the moment. But the puzzled look on his face is adorable.

Aw, that puzzled look is completely adorable! Jack grins, can't really help it, because - hey, even if he didn't mean to and has absolutely no idea how it happened, he's managed to make the Doctor pull an entirely too cute expression.

"Dunno," he answers with a shrug. "Thought I was in Rome, actually." He gives a pretty vague motion, which isn't gonna help the Doctor's cute-and-confused routine. (Does he want to, honestly?) "Some ... crazy thing with vampires? Then I woke up here. Not that I'm complaining, but if I wake up groggy in your magnificent time ship and can't remember what exactly I did the night before, I'd kinda like to assume a good time was had by all."

Sorry, Savvy, you're gonna get subjected to one of Jack's gorgeously suggestive grins. Doctors were made for flirting with, you see.

You are so here to not help, Jack.

"Wha... eh. Well, I ... ah. You had? You what? We're ... not in the Nexus any more," he finally manages.

Savannah rolls her eyes at Jack's flirtatious manners. Does he never give up? He's horny as a teenager...

"Not in the Nexus? Then where are we? Better not be dangerous, I've had enough of that, thanks."

Never give up! Never surrender! No, wait, that's ...

"We're not?" He ... hadn't been in the Nexus to begin with, had he? Unless he'd teleported back for some reason. Which was entirely possible. And, well, he does have the tendency to sprawl in the TARDIS on occasion. Maybe he came back, sprawled, and doesn't remember - which does happen on occasion, though usually accompanied by lots of alcohol and debauchery of twelve sorts.

Jack inclines his head towards the general direction of the console room. "And when are we?" That's also an important question!

"Ehhh. There hasn't been a time jump, that's forbidden, you see. We're ... on Gallifrey."

He steps back somewhat. Doesn't want any on him in case Savannah explodes.

"...What? Gallifrey? But Gallifrey gets blown to bits...is blown to bits...will be...? ...No, no we can't be here. Doctor, come on, take us back!"

... well, that snaps Jack right out of his typically flirtatious mood and, abruptly, he's all business. Because, let's be honest - Gallifrey plus the Doctor's eighth regeneration is Serious Fucking Business, period.

"Doctor," however, is all the Captain says on the subject, in that particular inflection of his that asks for all the answers, now, and please stop beating around the fucking bush, thank you.

The Doctor wilts somewhat.

"Yes, we're on Gallifrey. I ... left to avert the events of the Time War. I never meant to bring you along with me, Savannah, you have to beleive me, that was the TARDIS' doing..." He stops and collects his thoughts again.

"Right now, it's still relatively safe. I could find a way to get anyone who wants to leave back to the Nexus but I ... can't risk leaving and retracing temporal paths."

Jack, rapidly collecting his own sleep-fuzzy thoughts, had figured as much. During the lull in explanation, the Captain puts a hand on the somewhat-wilty Doctor's shoulder. "I'm not leaving." Hey, they've gone over this already, haven't they? No way in hell he's letting the Doctor attempt this on his own.

"I'm got ... a vortex manipulator," he offers after a stilted pause, tilting his head to indicate the leather wristband. "Might need a little tweaked, but I've modded it for Nexus travel."

"You what with the who now?"

Gabriel is standing in the doorway, looking a bit dazed. He's still trying to shake off the effects of TARDIS-drugging, and not doing the best job of it.

"And from what I've known, 'relatively safe' is... well, it's a relative opinion."

"But Doctor, couldn't you just...leave now for the future and then come back here, one minute later and stop...your time war? Because I don't know anything about stopping wars...cept maybe protests...but I don't actually know if those work..."

Oh, boy... "Gabriel. Terribly sorry."

"No, I can't do that. Crossing timelines at a juncture like this would be impossible. You remember what we discussed in class--retracing one's own personal timeline like this creates too much of a buildup of temporal energy and risks repercussions of a correllary on the Blinovitch Effect. Here, it would be even worse. I'm sorry, but I simply can't--"

There's a noise. An oddly electronic noise, something of a recurring tone. The Doctor stops short, looking back in the direction of the console room. "Well, someone's certainly impatient." And back toward said chamber he starts.

Somewhere along the way, perhaps at the juncture where the main hallway meets the path to the sub-sub-tertiary linen closet, there is a Lan. It's not just any Lan, but a tiny, still sleepy one that blink-blinks both sets of eyelids and offers a spectacular, fangy yawn.

"'lo, Doctor."

Savannah peeeers at Lan. "Wow. Who else is in your TARDIS, Doctor? Can we turn it upside down and shake it a bit to see if more people fall out?" She may not be too happy to see Lan.

"Savannah." Annoyed Parental Look. To Lan, an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

Then back to the Doctor. "Did you just say we were on a planet that is slated for destruction and you can't leave because of some sort of time thingamagawhatsit?" Excuse him, he's going to sit the hell down. "I thought the Nexus was all we had to worry about."

Pause. "This doesn't have anything to do with the Nexus, does it?"

More people...

"...Lan Oh, I'm so sorry..." Lan gets a quick hug as the entire crowd, hopefully, moves toward the console room. Plenty of chairs there.

"It hasn't anything to do with the Nexus per se, though I hope to use its unpredictibility to my advantage," the Doctor continues. Oh, this hasn't half bollocksed up, has it? He twists and pokes a few controls and a truly spectacular holographic veiwer fliclers and unrolls, taking up a good portion of the console room's ceiling. Pity all it shows is a vast ceremonial chamber and what appear to be a few individuals in red, white, and silver uniforms attempting to break in.

"The Panopticon again? Well, no wonder they're tring to break in....

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