Handy / The Meta-Crisis Doctor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
allthefeels) wrote2012-02-23 07:36 pm
allthefeels) wrote2012-02-23 07:36 pm
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It's No Surprise
The meta-crisis slipped out when everyone was asleep.
He'd already told them both he was leaving, but he didn't want to upset the Master any further by dragging out a goodbye. He slipped out of bed, giving the sleeping Time Lord a kiss that was barely even there. He didn't bring much with him, just shoving a knife into the back pocket of his dirty denim jeans and working on a plain red t-shirt with something of a grimace. He wasn't fully healed yet, anyway. The TARDIS hummed softly as he stepped out into the console room. Handy hesitated a moment before giving the console an affectionate pat before opening the door and letting himself out quietly.
He was quietly relieved that her door opened for him. After all, the Doctor had insisted he stay until he was fully healed and he was clearly...not. He supposed she understood that he just couldn't stand being there any longer.
With a sigh, the meta-crisis faced the lush tropics before him. It was daylight out here, and far too hot, in his opinion. He'd been outside for a grand total of five minutes before he started to sweat like a pig. If only they'd been on a tolerable planet. He could stand spending the rest of his life on a planet like Earth, after all. This was just ridiculous.
He pushed through the thick leaves, setting out through the jungle. To his annoyance, it was impossible to get anywhere without leaving an obvious path. He just hoped that the Doctor could accept his decision and leave him alone instead of following him, though he doubted the idiot could manage that. Serves him right, it's his fault I'm leaving, he thought sourly.
After about an hour of trekking through the hot jungle, it started to rain. Thick, hot drops of moisture trickled down from the trees, effectively soaking Handy through. He scowled at the canopy above him but kept going. Nothing more fun than hiking in wet jeans, after all.
God, this was hell.
He couldn't take it after a few more hours of this, and finally decided to make some kind of shelter. Wet and miserable, he cut a few of the enormous leaves off and lashed them to a tree, building himself a roof. He huddled beneath it and sighed, pushing his sopping mop of hair out of his eyes. His chest was starting to throb again but he ignored it, leaning his head back against the tree and closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a quick nap...
He'd never been a heavy sleeper, and a shadow falling over him was all it took to wake him again. His eyes fluttered open and he blinked in surprise, shrinking back slightly as he took in the enormous native in front of him. Seven feet tall, shimmering green skin, and angry red eyes, the giant stared down at him. He swallowed nervously, scrambling to his feet.
"Just when I was starting to think this planet was uninhabited." He laughed nervously. "Hullo, I'm John. Or Handy, if you prefer...that..."
He trailed off as the creature leered down at him. "You are just in time for the feast!" it boomed, the surprisingly loud voice making him jump back in surprise.
"Feast?" This could either be a very good thing, or a very bad thing...
The feathered dart in his neck told him it was the latter.
When he came to again, the first thing he noticed was that his hands were bound behind him and he was locked in a tiny cage built of what appeared to be bones. He shuddered, shrinking to the back of the cage as he tried to get his mind to start working again through the drugged haze.
He thought he'd been hot before, but now this was just plain ridiculous. He realized with a shock of horror that he was in the midst of an entire tribe of the green creatures, and they were building the largest fire he'd ever seen.
Oh no.
He'd already told them both he was leaving, but he didn't want to upset the Master any further by dragging out a goodbye. He slipped out of bed, giving the sleeping Time Lord a kiss that was barely even there. He didn't bring much with him, just shoving a knife into the back pocket of his dirty denim jeans and working on a plain red t-shirt with something of a grimace. He wasn't fully healed yet, anyway. The TARDIS hummed softly as he stepped out into the console room. Handy hesitated a moment before giving the console an affectionate pat before opening the door and letting himself out quietly.
He was quietly relieved that her door opened for him. After all, the Doctor had insisted he stay until he was fully healed and he was clearly...not. He supposed she understood that he just couldn't stand being there any longer.
With a sigh, the meta-crisis faced the lush tropics before him. It was daylight out here, and far too hot, in his opinion. He'd been outside for a grand total of five minutes before he started to sweat like a pig. If only they'd been on a tolerable planet. He could stand spending the rest of his life on a planet like Earth, after all. This was just ridiculous.
He pushed through the thick leaves, setting out through the jungle. To his annoyance, it was impossible to get anywhere without leaving an obvious path. He just hoped that the Doctor could accept his decision and leave him alone instead of following him, though he doubted the idiot could manage that. Serves him right, it's his fault I'm leaving, he thought sourly.
After about an hour of trekking through the hot jungle, it started to rain. Thick, hot drops of moisture trickled down from the trees, effectively soaking Handy through. He scowled at the canopy above him but kept going. Nothing more fun than hiking in wet jeans, after all.
God, this was hell.
He couldn't take it after a few more hours of this, and finally decided to make some kind of shelter. Wet and miserable, he cut a few of the enormous leaves off and lashed them to a tree, building himself a roof. He huddled beneath it and sighed, pushing his sopping mop of hair out of his eyes. His chest was starting to throb again but he ignored it, leaning his head back against the tree and closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a quick nap...
He'd never been a heavy sleeper, and a shadow falling over him was all it took to wake him again. His eyes fluttered open and he blinked in surprise, shrinking back slightly as he took in the enormous native in front of him. Seven feet tall, shimmering green skin, and angry red eyes, the giant stared down at him. He swallowed nervously, scrambling to his feet.
"Just when I was starting to think this planet was uninhabited." He laughed nervously. "Hullo, I'm John. Or Handy, if you prefer...that..."
He trailed off as the creature leered down at him. "You are just in time for the feast!" it boomed, the surprisingly loud voice making him jump back in surprise.
"Feast?" This could either be a very good thing, or a very bad thing...
The feathered dart in his neck told him it was the latter.
When he came to again, the first thing he noticed was that his hands were bound behind him and he was locked in a tiny cage built of what appeared to be bones. He shuddered, shrinking to the back of the cage as he tried to get his mind to start working again through the drugged haze.
He thought he'd been hot before, but now this was just plain ridiculous. He realized with a shock of horror that he was in the midst of an entire tribe of the green creatures, and they were building the largest fire he'd ever seen.
Oh no.
THE THINGS HE DOES FOR YOU HANDY............/shot
It had probably been some premature sense of danger that had awoken the Doctor, considering it was one of those nights where he could fall into a blissful dreamless sleep. Something was up, something had to be up.
The Doctor had tiptoed to where he knew John was sleeping and saw, to almost no surprise, the bed half empty. He felt a sense of alarm grow, and ran as quietly as he could to the console. He fetched his sonic screwdriver, psychic paper, and jacket, and took off in search of his metacrisis clone. The heat barely bothered him as he ran through the jungle, in fact he didn't even stay long enough to notice it. Only when the Time Lord heard the sound of a fire did he slow down to a halt, looking through the greenery. He took a step forward.
And stepped on a relatively crunchy branch, getting the attention of those by the fire.
Soon enough, the Doctor was face to face with one of the aliens, a smile upon his face as he tried to talk to them. Give them a chance. "Hullo." He started, glancing at the cage that held Handy. "I believe you guys have made a mistake. See, he's my friend, and it would be a really good idea if you let him go." At the last word, his tone changed from the usual happy one to a much more serious tone.
Their response? A group of aliens pointing their darts at him. His face fell, and ran, some chasing him as well.
/knifes
He actually wished him luck.
This cage was much too small, and the heat and the stress was really starting to get to him. His stitches were pulling, blood starting to leak slowly into his tee. It was a good thing he'd picked red; next to all the sweat and rain, the blood was invisible.
wow rude he is being a good samaritan
This time, the Doctor came behind the cage, kneeling down behind it. Cautiously, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and undid the binding. But he held John's hands together as a sign to at least fake being bound. Throughout the mix of smells, he could smell a distinct iron smell; blood. "Stay still. Don't you dare move until I tell you to." He whispered the command, still behind him to avoid getting caught.
it's his fault in the first place
He started in surprise when he heard the familiar sounds, and again when the Doctor touched him. His fingers lit up golden for a moment at the contact before it died back down again.
He gave the tiniest of nods to show that he heard and understood the Doctor, swallowing a bit and licking his lips. He had to admit...he was slightly impressed.
he told him not to leave until he was healed!!!! /aw yeah first time i use this icon
"Now then, where were we?" The Doctor quirked an eyebrow, his hands in his pockets as he clutched the sonic screwdriver, just in case they pointed weapons at him. "Look, you don't need to take him. He just tumbled out of our ship, he's an idiot he didn't know better. Now, just let him go, and we-" They pointed their weapons at him.
The Doctor sighed, rolling his eyes at them. "Do you really think you're going to get me with those things?" He pulled the sonic screwdriver out, pointing at the group of creatures, and turned it on, the ringing temporarily distracting them. He put it back in his pocket and fumbled with the cage for a few seconds before opening it. "Come on, let's go!"
like he ever does what he's told. pffft. and mm nice icon you got there.
...Apparently he was.
He scrambled out of the cage as soon as it was open, giving the Doctor a disbelieving stare and starting to run almost immediately.
"Are you kidding me? This is your master plan?"
He couldn't help but grin, though.
well then that's handy's fault and mm yes o v o
"Of course. Much better this way, it's too boring if you have it all planned out" He chuckled lightly. "Now..." The Doctor stopped in his tracks, and glanced at all directions and looked at his surroundings, noticing one thing.
The path he had gotten here had closed, lost in newly formed shrubbery. "Hey, that wasn't there. But it was definitely through here." He pondered about the situation, keeping an ear open to listen for any oncoming mobs.
it is never handy's fault, haven't you learned that yet?
He slammed right into the Doctor once the man stopped, caught by surprise and nearly toppling them both over. "Ooof, sorry."
Handy glanced around, biting his lip nervously and wincing slightly at the pain in his chest, now impossible to ignore.
"Well don't just stand there! We can't afford to stop, they're probably right behind us!"
excuse me this is clearly his fault
He glanced at Handy, going between his chest and that slightly pained expression."Okay the sooner we find the TARDIS the better. Then stitches, right? I'm sure some must have broken." He says, mostly to himself than to the other man, but loud enough so he could hear.
When he heard the group of creatures getting dangerously close was it that he snapped back to reality. "Right, sorry, running. Let's run!" The Doctor exclaimed, taking off in the direction in front of him, taking Handy with him.
nevar. just ask the master
"Feels like it," he admitted, half sheepish and half just plain miserable. He was still soaking wet, and the discomfort of running in wet jeans was starting to give him a heat rash.
He sighed at the Doctor's abrupt decision, following close at the Time Lord's heels. He'd rather be uncomfortable and bleeding a bit than the meal of some primitive species.
as if he's a reliable source of information
To add insult to injury, he was sure that he had seen this place before. But then again, with so much greenery, it all looked the same. The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver again, pointing it at all directions to find any sign of the TARDIS. Once he found something, he grinned at Handy and himself and took off.
And just seconds after that, he found himself crashing against one of the aliens that were chasing them. The Doctor looked up, and all he could really manage was a small wave, and hoped that they had just a little bit of luck.
YOU DOUBT YOUR LORD AND MASTER?!
Apparently, though, Time Lords couldn't detect enemies. He sighed and skidded to a halt behind his counterpart, glaring at the enormous creature.
There was only one, to his relief, and it's attention was completely focused on the Time Lord. Taking a deep breath, Handy shoved the Doctor aside and yanked out his knife, brandishing it aggressively.
"You touch us, I won't hesitate to stab you," he threatened in a low voice, elbowing the Doctor sideways. "Let's go, Doc, I got our backs."
WHEN IT COMES TO THIS YEAH
Once out of harm's way he couldn't help shooting the other man a look. Or, well, the knife. "Look, no stabbing here okay? While I'm around, we won't kill anyone if we can help it." His voice was stern. "They'll get even angrier if they see we ended up killing one of their own. The moral high ground is ours if we don't do anything!"
ALL THAT RESPECT YOU JUST GAINED IS NOW GONE :|
He shoved the Doctor forward. "C'mon, Doc. I used to be you, y'know. Let's go."