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bluesuit_handy) wrote2009-03-06 11:15 pm
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Who: Handy and Rose
Where: Hallway/Banquet Hall
When: Evening, after Handy's chat with Jack, and after he meets Temperance Brennan; also after Rose's conversation with Jack.
Summary: Troubled by what Jack said about Rose avoiding the Doctor and about her being from "after" Handy, said Handy decides to seek her out.
Handy left the library sometime in the late afternoon to take up wandering through the hallways of the hotel. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he was looking for Rose - he both desperately wanted to talk to her after what Jack had told him and, at the same time (though he would never admit it to himself) he was at least a little bit afraid at what her reaction might be to seeing him again (not to mention that, as obvious as it was from what Jack had said, he didn't want to confirm the fact of his own death). He couldn't remember a time as the Doctor when he'd been so shy about anything, but then he wasn't really the Doctor. Not completely. A few speech patterns hadn't been the only thing he had inherited from Donna. For all that she was so brash and loud and brave on the outside, she (and thus Handy) didn't have that old self-assurance that had gotten the Doctor through so much of his life. They were both good at pretending, though, even to themselves, so Handy told himself that he hadn't immediately sought Rose out when he discovered her presence because he'd wanted to spend some time exploring by himself, not because he was afraid that the person on whom he'd come to rely for stability in his thus far very short life would turn him away.
It was good that he'd managed to convince himself of that, or else he might have turned right back around and gone back to hide in his room when he turned a corner and spotted her.
Where: Hallway/Banquet Hall
When: Evening, after Handy's chat with Jack, and after he meets Temperance Brennan; also after Rose's conversation with Jack.
Summary: Troubled by what Jack said about Rose avoiding the Doctor and about her being from "after" Handy, said Handy decides to seek her out.
Handy left the library sometime in the late afternoon to take up wandering through the hallways of the hotel. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he was looking for Rose - he both desperately wanted to talk to her after what Jack had told him and, at the same time (though he would never admit it to himself) he was at least a little bit afraid at what her reaction might be to seeing him again (not to mention that, as obvious as it was from what Jack had said, he didn't want to confirm the fact of his own death). He couldn't remember a time as the Doctor when he'd been so shy about anything, but then he wasn't really the Doctor. Not completely. A few speech patterns hadn't been the only thing he had inherited from Donna. For all that she was so brash and loud and brave on the outside, she (and thus Handy) didn't have that old self-assurance that had gotten the Doctor through so much of his life. They were both good at pretending, though, even to themselves, so Handy told himself that he hadn't immediately sought Rose out when he discovered her presence because he'd wanted to spend some time exploring by himself, not because he was afraid that the person on whom he'd come to rely for stability in his thus far very short life would turn him away.
It was good that he'd managed to convince himself of that, or else he might have turned right back around and gone back to hide in his room when he turned a corner and spotted her.
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So of course it made sense that the cosmos would choose this particular moment, as she resumed her wandering through the halls with a much happier outlook on life, to be the moment when she ran into him. He'd come around a corner ahead of her and just... been there. Right there, living and breathing. With those eyes and that hair and those same trainers and...
The blue suit. The blue suit with the t-shirt. She knew without a hint of doubt which Doctor she was looking at, knew when he was from and what he thought of her. Knew that he was the one she had loved, but this was before he loved her, before he'd died and left her all alone with their Little Girl. Rose wanted to rage and scream at the walls around her that had brought him here, but all she could do was stare with unbelieving eyes as she had to reach out to support herself against the wall.
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It was all so utterly bizarre. He'd just seen Rose the day before, waved goodbye at her with Tony as she left the house in the morning, expecting to see her again in a few hours. Expecting, then, to be glad to see her and for her to be glad to see him in return, even if under the surface there was still that uncertainty of what they could ever be to each other, of whether he would measure up to the man (the Time Lord) he knew she really wanted.
Now she was staring at him with unreadable eyes, and he shrank back unconsciously, almost imperceptibly, and wished he had stayed in his room.
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Rose wasn't even thinking as she suddenly rushed forward, flinging her arms around him as soon as she was in reach, hugging him tightly the way they always had before. As much as part of her was dying inside all over again, another part was dancing with the joy of seeing him alive again. Alive and in her arms.
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So this was what it felt like to be betrayed.
She pressed on quickly, not giving him the chance to respond to her confused babbles. "Yeah, definitely after you," she confirmed, her expression turning into a neutral mask that she'd learned from him. "'ve been on my own now... Well, you, uhm," she swallowed thickly and looked away, "you left. Bout a year ago."
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"He said you'd been avoiding the Doctor," he said, his voice still cold. "Were you going to avoid me, too? Pretend I wasn't here?"
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"You are my Doctor," she told him quietly, her voice full of tension and pain held together by a thread of her own anger. "He left me in that universe just like he left you." She'd never admitted even to Jack how much it had hurt that he'd left her there, and now it seemed she never would. Looking back at him, that anger was in her eyes now, the pain etched into her face. "And yeah, you left me. Why is that so hard to believe? He could do it, so why couldn't you?" She wouldn't admit to the tears in her eyes even if he asked. And she would do everything she could to avoid telling him the truth.
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"'s one of the odd things about this place," she explained as they went through the big ornately decorated doors into the banquet hall, the smell of buffet drifting to meet them. "People have gotten pulled in from all different points of their timelines, but no one ever went missing outside of this place. It's the Impossible Hotel."
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"It could be that the intention of whoever did this is to put us back when we were without our memories," he commented. "Or it could be..." He trailed off, not sure how she would take the second idea that had come to his mind.
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He turned back to the buffet to see what else he might like, and froze as he spotted a dish near the back. He lifted the serving spoon up to his face, examining the mostly orange glop on it intently.
"Rose? Have you noticed anything...strange...about the food here?"
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Oh, it felt good to remember things, to have the memory wash over her while the subject of it sat right in front of her. It made the pain a little easier, which was something to be grateful for when she was trying to hide thing from him.
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She'd been very close to it at the time, too. She'd nearly chucked his dressing gown at him and told him to go sleep in the console room. It wouldn't have been the first time.
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Standing with a bit of tired sigh, she nodded toward the door. "Right then, come on."
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"I get the feeling that time is very... timey-wimey here," she tried to explain, resorting to one of the terms she'd heard him use on more than one occasion in their years together. "Almost as if... it's different for different people, at different times and in different... places." There had certainly been times like that for her. And what with people going missing and all...
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"Right," she said a bit louder, changing the subject. "You should get some sleep, and we'll... have dinner or somefin sometime and find some trouble to get into, yeah?" Nothing concrete, but still full of promises. She didn't know how long it would take her to be ready to keep pretending.
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"Well, you know where I live," he said, the smile becoming crooked as he unlocked the door and swung it open, but didn't go inside yet. "I'll be around."
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