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40 years late

[Eleven's voice sounds a little pained as he dictates]

I apologize for my absence this past week or so. I've been a bit... distracted. I'm afraid I've been a bit, well, ill for lack of a better te-eerm! [The last word turns into a cry of pain. There's a thud as the journal hits the floor and he grabs hold of the console to keep from falling over. After a moment he picks the journal up again and sighs heavily.]

Since it's not showing any signs of going away any time soon I'm forced to concede that this may be another of the castle's ploys... though to what end is completely beyond me. If anyone needs me I'll be in my TARDIS

[Lakare]

If you have a moment, would you mind coming over here? This is very... disconcerting. I wouldn't mind a second opinion, as it were.

[/Lakare]

((ooc: Finally, the much delayed canonbump!! He'll be suffering from regeneration sickness for the next week or so (As well as rapidly aging over a century... not that it'll show or anything.) Open over the journal or in the TARDIS if you're so inclined.))

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[He's gripping the console with one hand, the other clasped over his hearts. He shakes his head]

It doesn't make any sense. It's too soon. Nothing's happened.

[He winces slightly when River touches his shoulder. He hadn't wanted her to see him like this...]

River. I- [He shudders as he takes a deep breath. When he exhales, a plume of golden energy escapes his lips]

[River immediately checks him over with her eyes, looking for signs that he'd been wounded somehow and yet - she found nothing visibly wrong with him.

That plume of regenerative energy worried her even more]

Are you regenerating? You're not even wounded.....did you get sick somehow?

[She seemed all too intimately familiar with his regenerative cycle]

[He shakes his head] No. Nothing. Nothing that should cause this. I can't think of a single [he slams his palm down on the console to punctuate his point] thing that would cause this.

Sweetie, you're not well. You should be in bed - before you spontaneously explode with regenerative energy.

[She can't rightly figure out what would cause this either,but she's beginning to pry his hands away from the console panel]

We'll figure this out together.

[Eleven continues shaking his head, even as he lets her take his hands]

What I need is to figure out what's happening... I can't do that from bed.

[And River just ignores his protests, as usual, and coaxes him away from the console with a hand behind his back. The amount of pressure she applies all depends on how much he resists]

You can't be out here spewing regenerative energy. That's dangerous stuff for non-Time Lords.

[She should know. She took out a whole Nazi regimen with hers]

I'm not going to sit here and watch you suffer.

[Again]

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Ow! Is this really necessary? [He's going, he's going, geez!]

You could just help me figure out what this is. That's not sitting.

[She'd climbed out of that space suit as a kid, she could certainly use that strength to push the Doctor in the general direction of his bedroom]

I'm obviously going to help. Perhaps we should make a stop at the med bay? Or I could run a scan on you.

I've done a scan in the med bay. It was... wibbly. [He frowns]

Everything is wibbly with you. And wobbly.

[She tries to coax a smile out of him]

I think the Castle is messing with you again, like you said. If so, we might be forced to simply wait this out.

[he shakes his head... he's starting to feel like one of those bobble headed dolls]

It was... more wibbly than usual. it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

I'll take a look at it after you lay down. Just try not to regenerate.

[She throws open the door to his room and leads him inside]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I prefer this regeneration of yours.

[He lets her lead him to the bed, shooting her a tired looking smile.]

Admit it, it's the bow tie. And don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon.

I suppose it has grown on me throughout the years.

[He had no idea his bow tie was practically a wedding ring]

You'd better not. You still have more adventures to get through back home, sweetie. Some fairly interesting ones.

Only fairly interesting? Must be losing my touch.

[he chuckles, though it ends with another groan of pain as he falls into his rarely used bed.]

Oh, don't go fishing for spoilers.

[She has that look on her face again. That 'I'm worried about you' look, not the other one. If only she could fix this for him]

Regeneration sickness isn't very fun.....

[Almost like she knew ]

Oh, you know me. I couldn't pass up the cha- [He grimaces in pain, clenching his teeth until it passes] -ance.

No, it's not. [pause. Give him a second, his brain's in the process of rewiring itself so it's a little slow right now.] But how do you know that? [Child of the TARDIS. Part Time L--] Oh. Oooh, River.

[He stares at her for a moment. All of a sudden it feels like every single one of his neurons is firing at once. He cries out in pain, clutching his head as he gets flashes, images, through his head. Hitler. Nazis. A girl with braids. The bright flash of regeneration. But the images disappear before he can see the end result. He just lay there for a moment, waiting for his heart rates to get back to normal, trying to figure out what the hell he just saw]

[River can't even feel her usual urge to be smug as she watches the Doctor's mind play catch up. He's in too much pain and she wishes she could take it all away]

Yes, Sweetie.

[She leans over the bed and cards one hand through his hair while her other hand rests on his shoulder, just trying to comfort him in any way she possibly could]

What just happened to you?

[He looks more confused than hurt at this point.]

I don't know... It was like flashes of memories, but they were memories I've never had. [mutters] I've never met Hitler.

[She takes his sonic screwdriver from the pocket of his jacket and does a quick scan. Yup. His age is wibbling and wobbling]

You're switching between your 900s and your 1100s, from the looks of it.

[She does a second sweep to be sure. It's obvious to her what's going on, but she has to play like she's oblivious]

Doctor, what else did you see?

[He nods, making a face.] I told you the scans were wibbly...

[The pain's subsided for the moment, leaving behind nothing but confusion, frustration and more questions. WTH castle?! He lays a hand across his eyes as he thinks]

Only fragments. An office, someone regenerating...

[Her theory became very solid when he admitted to someone regenerating and Hitler]

I think, sweetie, that this will all be over soon.

[It's not like she could come right out and admit she knew what was going on]

Just...try to relax. Would you like a glass or water? A warm glass of milk?

[He sighs, another wisp of energy floating up and away.]

I don't... [another sigh] Oh, what's the point. If this is the castle then nothing I could do could make this any easier.

[He drops his hand away from his face his eyes remaining closed]

Some tea might help...

[River smooths her hand over his shoulder for a few minutes before nodding and leaving to make him some tea elsewhere in the TARDIS. She comes back as full twenty minutes later with a hot cup of tea. She hands it over to him, just the way he likes it, strangely enough

You're having glimpses at your future, so I think the castle is trying to 'update' you somehow.

[He takes a sip, making an approving noise. Mmmm delicious tea.]

That doesn't make any sense... all the other times this has happened I've been unconscious. Why the difference?

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