How did you find me here waiting for you? Across the multiverse we collide

[sexy_bluebox]

When Sexy opens her eyes (her eyes, she has eyes, oh dear), she experiences something just a little less than shock. She supposes it can't be full-on shock, at this point in her long and illustrious history and with a precedent to boot, but she is rather surprised to find herself out of her usual network. The sky above her is blue, that deep afternoon blue that's just begun to make way for the orange hues of the setting sun, and she can't help but smile as she marvels at it (the humanoids had the wonderful ability to appreciate the finer wonders of the universe in a way Sexy could never truly understand until she'd seen it for herself. Even then, she'd only gotten the smallest taste of it.)

She manages to sit up, skirts bunched up underneath her. She's not sure where she is beyond the nondescript alleyway around her, and when she tries to remember where she was last parked (space, stars, plotting a course around something...), her head feels a tad fuzzy. Sexy extends a hand, looking at her fingers (humans have so many of them, don't they?), flexing and quickly figuring out how to move each one. The first step towards figuring out just what exactly's going on would be to get up, but it's been a hot minute since she's piloted one of these things, so she'll need a moment.

Eventually, she manages to get a hand underneath her, wobbling up to her feet. Yes, she feels as though she's picking it up fairly quickly - quicker than she did the last time, though her head almost feels as though it's swimming just as much. Lingering side effects from being transplanted, she's sure.

Sexy spends a few minutes examining the brick on the building next to her (red, gritty, and the texture under her hand was incredibly fascinating), getting distracted as she tries to make her way out of the alley. Surely her thief wasn't terribly far. Or perhaps this was a dream! She'd heard of those, but had, of course, never managed to experience one. Honestly, she'd be far less surprised if it was a dream. The universe always did find a way to keep you on your toes, somehow.

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[sexy_bluebox]

Of course it will happen one day. It does for everyone, at one point or another. There is no eternal creature, at leat, not in the known universe. Time and again it has almost happened, but as she said - not today.

Sexy just sighs softly and holds him, arms wrapping around the tight ball he's squeezed himself into. She won't say it never happens, because there's no way for her to know for sure - but she knows this grief isn't forever.

She starts humming, a light tune the words of which hadn't been spoken in quite some time - the kind that used to echo across brilliant fields and rolling plains, all the way to the capital of Gallifrey. She used to like listening to the singing - back, before she'd even been carted off to that museum, she always liked to land just as the singing started, in the sunset of the late afternoon.

[borntolove]

Ten would debate, Jack and he should have made Jack come with him. What was he thinking? Oh right - he wasn't. He was trying to make everyone happy or safe and didn't think Martha would come with him again.

Why did he push Jack away? Why? The excuse, of course, is the sight of the Captain but truth was - didn't want anyone to see their Doctor in any sort of emotional pain and wanted to believe that he didn't need anyone. Lying to himself that he would be just fine on his own. Truth is he does need someone.

It's just easier to push them all away. It's easier to harden his hearts to not care again so he doesn't hurt again.

Ten breathes Sexy in; and feels the singing and after a bit starts to hum along with her.

[sexy_bluebox]

Was Jack eternal? Perhaps (or was he? Hadn't they witnessed the end of the Face of Boe?), but then, his version of Jack was not. Jack would grow, would change, wouldn't be the same, in the end. Still, he'd never make anyone come with him; it just wasn't in his nature, no matter how lonely he truly was. Sexy believed that.

One day, he would learn. Perhaps today is that day, or perhaps not, but pushing people away forever would not be sustainable. He's right, and Donna at least said it straight - he absolutely needs someone. They both know what happens when he doesn't have one.

Sexy continues the song to it's end, one hand moving up to brush through his spiked locks soothingly.