A/N
I've been feeling extremely inspired lately which is quite odd, to be honest. I wrote this faster than I'd usually do. (: Just to make things clear: Yes, I've used the actual script from the show. It's the base of the story. However, I'm going to be adding parts of my own.
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Ral
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“So, where to?” he asked, arching his left eyebrow.
“How should I know? You’re the big bad alien with all the alien knowledge and…” she yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her weary eyes. She had just gotten up and wasn’t particularly adequate.
“We could visit the Yahas! Ha! The Yahas! Curious species! Have twigs for hands, breathe fire. You don’t want to be cross with one of these… or… Oh,” you’d think that she would be used to his constant gibbering. It wasn’t humanly possible for one to spill that atrocious amount of words without stopping in order to provide their lungs with oxygen. Then again, he wasn’t human at all.
“… what about the Ficks? Gorgeous… gorgeous hair, the Ficks! Sent some to Elvis! Poor lad, going bald. I wonder how it got on his head. You don’t go poking at something hairy that fell out of the…”
“Doctor” she mumbled but the word came out muffled by his babbling.
His lank figure was going round and round the controllers, pressing random buttons, pulling oddly-shaped levers. And from time to time, he would casually use his feet for the same sole purpose. He was hopping about like a child, without a single care in the world.
“… Or! Got it! Alexander the Great!” he literally screamed the latter for no particular reason, grinning as if he had just won a million pounds.
“Doctor!”
Her shout shut his mouth right off. He ceased moving, fixing his gaze upon her and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Take me home.”
“Oh,” he breathed, slowly turning his back on her as if trying to avoid meeting her gaze. He placed both his hands on the controller, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders slouched forward; his head drooped down, showing up his scruff, leaving her wondering why he was reacting that way to her simple request.
Then, a few minutes later, he faced her once more, changing his expression completely. A smile warmed up his features, but if one looked very closely, he could see the rising pain in his eyes. Even after 900 years, his eyes couldn’t hide the feelings nesting in his hearts.
‘I suppose we had a great time, you and me, eh?’
“Why are you talking in the past tense?” she hardened her gaze on him now, feeling a bit apprehensive.
“You said you wanted to go home.” He repeated. And even though his voice broke, his smile remained.
The moment those words left his lips, she started laughing. He stood still, trying to figure out the reason for her amusement. He made an effort to mirror her expression but all that came out was an awkward chuckle. She approached him, folded her fingers together into a fist and jabbed him lightly on the shoulder.
“Not like that, silly! You’re not getting rid of me that easily! I just want to see how my mum’s doin’!”
“Silly old Jackie Tyler!” he was back to his grinning in a matter of milliseconds. It was as if his sadness vaporised, leaving no traces of any kind.
