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paradisalost2011-07-12 01:34 am
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[alone on a bed in the medbay on Eleven's TARDIS, Rory Williams wakes up from a week-long sleep. He feels extremely disoriented and doesn't really remember collapsing in the castle lobby--there's so many new memories to process this time around, two thousand years' worth and then some--and he's got a pounding headache. But both of these are minor concerns when, upon regaining consciousness, the first thing he realizes is that he has a heartbeat. A pulse. And he's breathing. Not because he can, but because he has to. Which can only mean one thing:
He's gone home. And he's come back human again.
The realization hits him like a sucker punch to the chest and he makes to bolt upright into a sit, grabbing frantically at his right hand to check for the hinge--except his head throbs like it's been hit with a sledgehammer and a wave of nausea crashes over him. He sinks back onto his bed with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing in pain. Okay, maybe the headache's not such a minor concern after all.
Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he croaks out:]
Amy? ... Doctor? Wha ...?
((open like an open thing! Rory's back from a trip home and has been canon-bumped up through Series 6, Episode 7: A Good Man Goes To War. He's no longer an Auton (buh-bye plasticness and handy gun in his hand!) and brings with him a metric fuckton of new emotional baggage courtesy of the Doctor and River Song))
[alone on a bed in the medbay on Eleven's TARDIS, Rory Williams wakes up from a week-long sleep. He feels extremely disoriented and doesn't really remember collapsing in the castle lobby--there's so many new memories to process this time around, two thousand years' worth and then some--and he's got a pounding headache. But both of these are minor concerns when, upon regaining consciousness, the first thing he realizes is that he has a heartbeat. A pulse. And he's breathing. Not because he can, but because he has to. Which can only mean one thing:
He's gone home. And he's come back human again.
The realization hits him like a sucker punch to the chest and he makes to bolt upright into a sit, grabbing frantically at his right hand to check for the hinge--except his head throbs like it's been hit with a sledgehammer and a wave of nausea crashes over him. He sinks back onto his bed with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing in pain. Okay, maybe the headache's not such a minor concern after all.
Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he croaks out:]
Amy? ... Doctor? Wha ...?
((open like an open thing! Rory's back from a trip home and has been canon-bumped up through Series 6, Episode 7: A Good Man Goes To War. He's no longer an Auton (buh-bye plasticness and handy gun in his hand!) and brings with him a metric fuckton of new emotional baggage courtesy of the Doctor and River Song))
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Rory!
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Amy ...?
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Shhh, babes, it's okay, I'm here...
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It's okay, it's okay... what do I do?
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holy fuck long tag
he has a lot of feelings
no kidding
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[And without further ado, he races into the med bay]
How are you feeling? Are you alright?
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My head is killing me ...
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Well no wonder. You haven't had a real one in quite some time.
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Yeah. I'm human again. ...Sort of figured that out already.
[but there's no denying the joy and relief inherent in those words]
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well, now that LJ is no longer being a bitch ...
\o/
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Imagine her surprise when she enters the Med bay and finds him fully awake]
Rory? Are you alright?
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And it hurts, so much, just as much as still isn't quite computing.
--because River is older than he is, and wiser, and scary, and just--lots of things--
He finishes sitting up slowly, jaw working like he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Finally, after what feels like ages, he swallows and breathes:]
Hello.
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wordy mcwordsauce :/
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well played, hehe. DAMN YOU MOFFAT
-really hopes this doesn't turn out to be another lie-
man seriously
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oh god sorry I fell asleep
*pets*
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Rory!
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Amy ...?
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Shhh, babes, it's okay, I'm here...
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holy fuck long tag
he has a lot of feelings
no kidding
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[And without further ado, he races into the med bay]
How are you feeling? Are you alright?
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My head is killing me ...
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Well no wonder. You haven't had a real one in quite some time.
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Yeah. I'm human again. ...Sort of figured that out already.
[but there's no denying the joy and relief inherent in those words]
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well, now that LJ is no longer being a bitch ...
\o/
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Imagine her surprise when she enters the Med bay and finds him fully awake]
Rory? Are you alright?
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And it hurts, so much, just as much as still isn't quite computing.
--because River is older than he is, and wiser, and scary, and just--lots of things--
He finishes sitting up slowly, jaw working like he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Finally, after what feels like ages, he swallows and breathes:]
Hello.
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wordy mcwordsauce :/
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well played, hehe. DAMN YOU MOFFAT
-really hopes this doesn't turn out to be another lie-
man seriously
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oh god sorry I fell asleep
*pets*
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