Summary:
Kevin has a plan, but Barty has a better one ;)
Notes:
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Chapter VII: Under false pretenses
"Barty, Bartemius... gorgeous Crouchy?" the Doctor tries to wake him up, shaking him a little bit.
"Opens your eyes again, my faithful follower, it's your Second Dark Lord who is ordering you that!" he made another attempt, resorting to his most authoritative tone and his darkest voice, as he gently placed the passed out guy on the floor, kneeling at his side.
The Death Eater moans imperceptibly, as a sign of approval and.. was it just the Doctor's imagination or he smiled for an instant?
However, he's still senseless.
Peter stares at him puzzled, while Kevin misses the scene, since he's just come back from the bathroom.
The question is clear in the illusionist's eyes.
"Don't mind that, it's just something between me and him!" the Doctor shakes his hand nervously, as if he meant to imply that it's nothing important.
"Whatever you did before, it didn't work. You'll need new methods." Kevin states.
"Why don't you try to wake him up with a kiss of true love? In those shitty fables for whelps it always works!" Peter teases him.
- He passed out with a kiss, I can't wake him up with another kiss... even if it was a kiss with lips still sealed... what would happen if we... noooo, what the heck am I thinking?- the Doctor ponders and immediately gets up and turns his back, careful to not to show how much he was blushing.
"You're right. I mean, you, Kevin. Surely not you, Peter!" he grumbles, heading towards rooms that only he can know. "I need more human methods!" the two humans hear him shouting from an indefinite spot of the TARDIS.
He comes back some minutes later holding a bucket of icy water. He approaches the still sleeping Barty.
"I didn't want to reach this point, but..." the Time Lord grumbles, pouring the water on him, unwillingly.
Barty immediately wakes up, sitting up and waving his wand, furious, and spluttering water.
"Who dare do this?" he thunders, not liking that situation at all.
This is before he raises his head, finding out who is holding the bucket.
"Oh, it was you, your Lor... err, Doctor?" he immediately calms down.
"Yes, it was me. Please, forgive me, I've tried to wake you up in other ways, but it didn't work and I was so worried seeing you senseless..." the Tenth Doctor mutters, biting his lip.
"It's fine if it was you." he smiles at him, taking his wand out for a purpose other than revenge and death! Deciding that he's been wet long enough, he turns the wand towards himself.
"Exsicco." he says, firm and confident and in a heartbeat his hair and clothes are dry again.
"You never cease amazing me," the Time Lord smiles at him.
"Excuse me if I interrupt this oh-so-idialliac moment of yours, but, Doctor, won't you tell us anything about your patrol?" Peter wonders.
He just needs some action. No matter how huge that spaceship is, to him it's starting to feel a little small. He needs fresh air, solid ground to put his foot on.
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