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[onerthes]

[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.]
"Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call."
*Beep*

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[onerthes]

She blinked and looked up at him, frowning. "Are you alright, Theta?" she said, getting up and walking over to try and put a hand at his forehead. "You're burning up. Let me get some of the cures."

All of which, frankly, tasted awful.

[borntolove]

Theta moans louder and when Vira turns around back to someone; now Theta is glowing a golden glow and looks over at Vira in a bit of panic of a non-verbal, 'whats happening to me?'

[onerthes]

"Stay calm," she said in a voice that wasn't calm. He was glowing. That was either very good or very very bad. "Whatever is happening, I'm going to try and ward you, somehow..."

She attempted it, but of course that took time and even as she drew her blade to begin incantations, she was seriously unsure she knew what to do. Gallifreyan physiology was NOT her strong suit.

[borntolove]

Calm? Stay calm? That's not helping! What's going with his body? Wait- this was in his class; about regenerating - but - already?

Don't mind as Theta; rolls onto the floor and bursts of energy come from his arms, legs and head - and grows into an adult body; which then becomes an old man, and another, another, another, another, another, another, , another, and another finally, after all the enegry, screaming, bones twisting and body shifting into the different types - is back to how someone usually is - and nude and unconcious.

As not only did his body shift but also, all the memories coming back as The Doctor went through each face.

[onerthes]

The moment that she saw the first shift, she had an idea of what might be going on. It was disturbing in the extreme, but she didn't dare interfere at this point. She stepped back to the counter and watched, nervous. The third transformation made her relax a little. She was pretty damned sure she'd seen his fourth incarnation at some point.

Yes. Ok. Wait. Breathe.

And then he was out cold, naked as a jay bird. "Fetch the blanket, Sharona," she said, and her Absol went to quickly get one while she walked over and checked for a pulse and breathing, to make sure he was still with her physically.

"Come now, Doctor. You're back with us again. Breathe..." Fuck, she was going to try and stay calm at this point. She could do this. Maybe even prep a bad joke about his fifth iteration actually being really hot. She could do this.

[borntolove]

Ten meanwhile is very, very unconscious. He's going to need at least a few hours but at least he does have his double pulse and breathing. Of course, when someone is back awake will probably need someone as the trama set back in.

[onerthes]

"Alright. Let's get you somewhere to rest. I'm not going to dress you big guy, but I will see to it you at least have a bathrobe for the moment," she said, picking him up and bringing him over to the couch. A blanket was draped over him once she was sure that he was physically alright, and she settled at the kitchen counter, in clear view, sipping on tea and reading a book.

She could wait. He'd be back soon enough.

[borntolove]

Ten begins to near consciousness; his eyebrows are twitching and is having flashes of various and seemly random memories from during and after The War.

No more. No more. No more.

No more

Once again; it is the smell of the tea that speeds up his revival - and pops up - gasping for breath. And is sweaty, very, very sweaty. Someone cooked very fast but very hot and for a moment - this feels very familiar and expecting Rose to be there - expect - that's right. Not in his universe. Rose isn't here anymore.

And he, well, hasn't very good the past few months has now? With being The Doctor? No, he hasn't and very much owes Gwen an apology and it's frustrating really; between being broken-hearted as he is - and in general helping out here isn't the easiest. Least not to his expectations of saving entire planets

A blink; and another blink, he's - still seeing in shades of grey. Why? At the very least the purple gem is still hanging around his neck on the crafted metal chain he forged.

[onerthes]

Ah, he was awake. She smiled over at him and motioned towards the chair opposite her, taking the water off of the heat where it had been kept close to simmering and pouring so that his tea would be ready soon.

"Good evening, Doctor. Why don't you come have some tea when you're ready," she said as smoothly as possible. "It's good to have you back, by the way, though Theta is adorable in an endearing sort of way." Somehow, referring to his childhood self in the present tense felt... appropriate.

[borntolove]

There is also that nagging and lingering feeling of that The Doctor doesn't belong here. Not here in Deerington - not really anywhere in the multiverse.

"Hi."Is the loud harsh whisper, "Suppose that's just what I needed - tea." However, this time around he's not so cheeky about that. Then rubbing his hands down his cheeks, "Yes, that sounds brilliant. Is it my photosensors or has the world become various shades of grey?"

A pause; "Glad you liked him. Me. Then."

[onerthes]

She leaned over the counter and nodded, letting the tea seep while she waited for him, putting the water back on the heat to keep it warm. This was definitely a two or three cup situation. Meanwhile, Susan leaped onto the table in front of him and squawked. Brilliant green, that one...

"It's not your eyes. Colors have been wrong for about a week now, maybe more. I've been putting up with it." She sighed, taking a sip of her own. "I won't be calling you Theta, by the way, Doctor. I just didn't want to alarm you then... your awareness was hit and miss."

[borntolove]

Ten watches Susan and gives a weak smile and gives a head nod; "Quite alright. Theta Sigma doesn't mean anything to me anymore."

And even more so - wasn't his real name; just what someone was called at the Academy.

"What do you expect? Never was off of Gallifrey at that point."

[onerthes]

"To be clearer... you were aware that something might have been going on. It seems natural to your existence regardless of age to think of time differently than most people, and to perceive it in a less... linear way." She shrugged and closed her eyes. "But I'm not entirely sure how well you would have coped with the implications at the time of the reality. You didn't speak in terms of regenerating."

[borntolove]

"Oh, well. That's how my people were." Why yes, that is past tense, "They were always able to perceive time in such a way..."

A pause; "Remember back in that other dimension about how I was asked to kill the Daleks? I was asked that because that was a possible future outcome of the universe.

Time is a big ball of timey wimey stuff. Humans and most species believe time to be a strict cause to effect but that's because they can't see everything; that can has, will and could be."

That all said, there's something of a hard look because he's been time sight blind for quite awhile and then a big smile; "But you're clever and thank you for making the right call."

The smile fades and angles away; "Shouldn't be possible for me to reverse like that either."

[onerthes]

Yes. He is present. They were past. She frowned, tapping at her lips. "I do remember, yes. And the basic problem is exactly what you said, that we cannot see time. Even my visions were glimpses along a branching path forward, not of the wholeness of time and space. Your people's perception is beyond mine." A shae of her head. "And good. I don't like deceiving you or holding back, but ... I knew it would only be temporary and didn't want you uncomfortable."

She snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you used to the impossible being possible here, Doctor?"

[borntolove]

If Vira manages to catch his eyes; she'll see the pain, the lonely, the regret of something big, that he hasn't told her yet and sadness that he hasn't seen with his time sight at all; outside of seeing in The Void - there is nothing and gives her a sympathetic look and reaches a hand out to her.

Then a pause; "It's not impossible to create a self-contained pocket universe that pulls stuff in from beyond it. It's not impossible to fool the senses. It's not impossible for the Great Sleep to be a place to store all of our memories." After, all The Time Lords have the Matrix. A deep inhale, "But it is beyond impossible," and a bit scary because that was sort of like what The Time Lords did to The Doctor on Gallifrey in the Death Zone sepereting his lives to be pitted against each other;

"That my clock could be turned back like that... It would be like humans being turned back into apes."

[onerthes]

"I... don't believe that it actually happened, not physically. I'm growing comfortable thinking of this as a lucid dream. In a dream, the impossible is made possible because it is not truly real. We are affected because we are too deep in the dream, but you were not truly regressed." A shake of her head. "You dreamed of being regressed or she dreamed of you in a regressed state and you saw that dream, experienced it. But the fundamental laws of what is, and is not? They were not transgressed."

"Does... that make sense?"

[borntolove]

The Doctor is waggling his tongue suggestively as Vira talks but he's thinking, "Yes, it does but in the letter Ramona said the layers are growing thinner. And in space-time thar's a veil, The Void of nothingness between the universe's in the multiverse - my people The Time Lords - use to watch those walls -," Ten pauses for a moment, "We're in trouble if we start getting too many cracks in there."

[onerthes]

"We are, yes. But we'll have to save that discussion for a moment down the road, I think. It isn't something that we're going to solve with you like this. You need to rest a little and have that oh so rejuvinating tea." A shake of her head. "Let us hope the impossible does not become reality too much in the coming months."

[borntolove]

"Oi, I'm fine." Which seems to have jinx himself and bends quickly to the floor and looks like he's in pain.

"Still cooking." Then continues to look like he's in some kind of abdominal pain

[onerthes]

She raised an eyebrow. "I believe you just went through every one of your regenerations a second time in a matter of minutes. I doubt you'll be one hundred percent today. Is there anything I can do to help the discomfort?" she offered, not getting up quite yet. She needed a bit more direction than that first.

[borntolove]

Ten replies as he's clenching his teeth; "No but I appreciate it." The Doctor crawls back to the sofa.

[onerthes]

"Listen, for the time being, I would prefer it if you were staying somewhere safe, Doctor. You're welcome to remain here. I've got space for you and the shark... though I think we might want to recommend your old place for the Thestrals. It is, after all, only a townhouse. We can worry about that tomorrow, though, when you're feeling a little better, yes?" It seemed the wisest thing to do. For being as all powerful as he was, there were times when it felt like he had trouble tying his shoelaces. Those had gotten worse since Rose disappeared...

...

Not that she was unwise enough to say that.

[borntolove]

There's a non-verbal, yes but at least a direct eye contact before someone passes out again.

The Doctor is passed out again; at various points, Vira might hear Ten saying;

Susan

Romana

Sarah

Leela

Adric

Ace


Some of these sound very long ago with his voice and all of them also non-romantic but still important to someone at some when.

Master

Jack

and of course the deepest and most painful moan;

Rose

Someone isn't just cooking as far as his body but also in his mind seems to be straightening out as well.

Fast-Forward

[onerthes]

She checked in on him from time to time, to make sure his breathing and pulse were stable... or stable-ish anyway. Occasionally, she'd leave a cold compress on his forehead to ease any feverish symptoms, but she didn't intervene further.

Eventually, she'd sleep, but she was up pretty early in the morning, and by the time he would awake, there was he smell of eggs and bacon cooking and a pungeant coffee odor. If he looked, the bottle of Irish Cream was out and ready to be added. She'd given up on trying to play at being the peak of sobriety. She was an alcoholic and this town wouldn't let it be easy to be otherwise.