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[ There are very few things that Rose thinks will ever surprise her anymore. She feels so utterly world weary, tired of the struggle to put things back on track. But leave it to the multiverses to throw her for a loop again.

Asgard. This was Asgard. The bracelet was on her wrist, pink hued stone embedded just as it had been last time. How long had it been? Gods, she felt as if she'd just nipped off for a snooze, and woken up out of a deadsleep. No new memories of back home, as far as she could glean. Nothing. So why had she left? Had she left? --Yes, evidently. A quick glance at the most recent posts upon the Network showed that no, it was not the same day she had last recalled. Time had definitely passed. And if that were the case- she could think of a few people who might just have been a bit up in arms about it.

She prayed to no one in particular, that everyone was still here. ]

So I think I knocked out for a while... And I'm guessin' it was more than a few hours.

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[And here comes a more rational, less "hyperactive chihuahua" response from a Doctor.

He gives her a little smile. Nine will be so pleased. Of course, he's happy to see her as well, but it's not his place. Okay, so this is a little bittersweet, but the hell if he'll say anything of the sort. Not anymore.]

Good to have you back.

[ Oh thank god. Not for the less hyperactive (She likes Her Doctors, okay), but because yes, the Eight version of him is still here, too. It wouldn't have done to not be able to say goodbye or anything. So she grins for him all the same, wide and full of teeth because she can't help it. ]

Y'know. Been busy. [ Actually, not really. ] How- How long've I been gone?

You've been gone two weeks, I'm afraid.

[And oh the things that have happened in those two weeks.]

I think Nine has gone off on his own for a bit, but I'm sure if he gets word you're back, he'll come running back in no time.

Oh and...as you can tell...Ten is here.

[This is going to get messy soon, isn't it?]

[ Two weeks... Well, that's not that bad, in the scheme of things. Even if, really, just a day would be a bit much for certain people to handle. At least, she has a feeling it wouldn't be.

And as she'd thought; Nine. She presses her lips out of a smile, nods a little. He was still there, just .. wandered off. He had better come back soon. Though Eight's sheepish admission has her a little perplexed. ]

Yeah- Saw him.

[ LETS PRETEND this was post-reuniting. Or something. ~~I do what I want, Asgard.~~ Rose doesn't see much of an issue with having both here, you know. Her Doctors. What's the big deal? ]

... You alright, too?

Oh, good.

[Eight knows better. Or, well, he knows himself. The Doctor likes to be the center of attention, and doesn't like to share attention, even -- or perhaps especially -- with himself.

And then she asks the question and he almost bursts out into bitter laughter, but he holds himself in and lets out only a small, sullen snort.]

I'm alive. Well, now I'm alive. It's been an eventful few weeks. I died, then I lost Charley, then I found out some lovely information about my future and the fact that I'd been lied to in order to protect me.

All-in-all, you probably should be glad you weren't around to have to deal with me.

[ For all that gets, his barely contained bitterness- Rose can practically feel it coming off him in waves, regardless of inhuman contact. She frowns, deep and set for the rest of the hour. ]

... Take me for coffee. [ Yes. Do it. ]

[He blinks because that wasn't at all expected, and then a little chuckle escapes him when he remembers the last time he took her for coffee when she was stone drunk.

And yet...]

Aren't you going to be a bit busy?

[ Ely is the boss, and she says that the Dean thread is happening later. So shush. No drunk Rose for you. ]

Not for another hour or so. [ She's waiting, you know. ] Come on then, tightwad, you're not gonna make me pay, are you?

No, no, I actually have a job now. I'll pay.

Alright, which one are you at? I'll be on my way.

[ Insert some random cafe here, because too lazy to search. Either way, it's in the middle of things, not too far from anywhere (unless you're by the wall or the outskirts). ]

You've got a job now? Really? What'd you do? [ As in work-wise. It's just hilarious thinking of the Doctor with a proper job, okay. ]

Well, we are working on getting a second house for the rest of us, and I needed a job for that.

[He huffs. Having a job is not exactly what he wants to do, either.]

I work in the Library. Not that surprising, I suppose.

I'll be there soon.

[And so he was, looking a hell of a lot more haggard and just...flat worn out than he had when she left. He gives her a little smile, tucking his hands in his pockets.]

Hello. It's good to have you back.

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[ Her head cocks briefly; ]

You've all got a house now? ...Have I really only been gone two weeks?

[ Seems a bit sceptical, if you asked her. But she'll be there, rising off her comfy chair when he comes through the door. ... Yes, the difference is a bit like a slap to the face. Obvious for some who had been here still, but to see it from one to fifty in a single night (or so it felt)- Rose's gasp was swallowed with no small amount of difficulty. Her smile however, is easier comeby.

She holds out her hand to him, palm down, as if wanting to shake or simply hold. Instead, if he takes it, she's going to pull him towards her. Don't be stubborn about it, either. No point. He's getting a hug whether he likes it or not. ]

Well, no, we didn't quite have enough people for a second house, so I've been living in the Welcome Hall still. The rest just moved in, oh...a couple of days ago?

He takes her hand, expecting to play the gallant and kiss the back of her hand, but instead he finds himself suddenly enveloped with a hug. Eight lets out a small "oof" of surprise before returning the embrace, hugging her tightly.]

It's good to see you.

[ Pfft, gallant. Rose would be giggling too much to properly be on the receiving end of something like that. Not in this situation. But her arms around him are just as tight as his, one hand even coming to rest against the back of his head, his neck, holding him steady. He may or may not notice, but the inherent Charm she has here, is coasting around them both. Nothing invasive, just warm, soothing. Like sinking into a hot bath after a long day of travel. ]

Missed you lot, you know. Didn't know it till I woke up, but I did.

Trust me, we all missed you as well. Nine especially of course.

[The man was a mess, frankly, but Eight wasn't going to expand on that too much. He knew companions; they tended to be people who blamed themselves for others' pain. Much like him in a way.

He sighs contentedly at her hand on the back of his head, and at the soothing feel of her Charm going to work. But, before he found himself not wanting to let go, he...let her go, smiling a little down at her.]

But you're here now, and everything will be better.

[Well, most everything.]

[ Really, and they wonder where they get it from? Or who, at least, antagonizes it. She may let him pull away from the hug, but it doesn't mean she lets up on the soothing warmth that's seeming to permeate the air around them. There isn't much else she can do, nor for much longer, with such a low level... But it's something. ]

... I'm sorry about Charley.

[ She'll smile and nod about herself, but she'd called him here to talk about him, whether he knows, or likes it, or not. ]

[He's perfectly content to bask in the warmth of her power.]

So am I. I needed so much more time for everything I messed up in our relationship. And when I end up going home, she'll be gone.

And, from what I've learned recently, I'll be going home to war.

[He sighs.]

It makes me wish she was still here all the more.

[ Oh good. Cause it's kind of measly and pathetic and she's only doing her best, here. ]

She might come back, y'know. I did. .. A few times.

[ But her hopeful expression seems to falter at his mention of war. Ah. The Time War, she imagines. Seeing as he was Eight and Nine was ... She takes his hand again, since they're still close enough, just to hold it. ]

If ... It's not much of a consolation, but when it's over, I'm pretty sure you get plenty of hugs an' company from a younger me.

An' Charley could still come back. She's stubborn- I think she will.

[Eight grasps her hand in both of his and lifts it, resting his chin on the clasped hands with a small, sad smile.]

Maybe. Or maybe I had my chance and I wasted it by stupidly getting myself killed and trapped in the castle for a while.

Well...nothing to do about it now.

[To be honest, it wasn't much of a consolation. Not for this him, at least. This incarnation of the Doctor is fairly sure he'll spend the rest of his "life" on his own. He isn't quite sure that really is a bad thing.]

I'm happy for him. I'm glad he'll have someone to bring him out of it.

[ With her hand in his grasp, she tugs him back over to the sofas, plunking herself down and pulling him down with her. It's time for sits and chats, thank you. Her legs draw up to fold against the seat, getting overtly comfortable. ]

Don't go blaming yourself for anything. Charley would have your head if she found out you were.

[ There might be a mutter about herself having his head if they all keep this up, but without his Time Lord hearing, he may have missed it. ]

So speakin' of. Tell me about her. I didn't get much of a chance when she was here; what's she like? --And by the way. You are him. Don't fuss over that excuse.

I'm sure she would!

[He settles obediently onto the sofa and chuckles quietly to himself. Companions are always good for gathering up a wayward Time Lord and doting on them.]

Charley is...phenomenal. Did you know she was already on an adventure of her own when I met her? She'd stowed away on an airship in 1930. Eighteen years old, and already she was stowing away so she could make it to Singapore Harbor by New Year. Just to prove to a boy who laughed at her that she could do it. Amazing, isn't it?

[His eyes light up a bit when he remembers that day, ignoring the parts where he had changed a fixed point in time to save her and all the hell that went with it.]

And she loved me, even when I gave her every reason to hate me. Even when I was afraid and threw her love back in her face, she stayed true.

[No, he is not proud of himself for what he did.]

Yes, I know we're the same man. Still, it does seem a bit...cut off from me. There's that chasm of war and genocide I have to go over before I can be him. It seems like more than a lifetime away.

That is impressive.

[ And she means it. Eighteen was younger than Rose when she left, and stowing away on her own, just because some bloke had laughed at her? Good on you, Charley, wherever you were. ]

..Y'know. You're easier t'love than I think you realize, even with what you do.

[ And doesn't she know it. There was a lot to be said about loving someone who couldn't simply fathom that very fact happening, who thought he couldn't possibly deserve it. Who would go out of his way to make sure people didn't... And do a right miserable job at it. ]

I know. It- It'll be tough, but I know you pull through it. You save a lot of lives... [ A small consolation, she knows. But it's something, isn't it? ]

I don't know why that is, but thank you.

[He isn't even sure why he'd want anyone to, really. It always goes badly for them both. For that matter, he isn't even sure why he wanted them to. Perhaps at some point, everyone needs to be loved, no matter how much of a bad idea they think it is.]

I admit, it is at least comforting to see all of you, and my future. I at least know I go on. And saving lives is all I ever want to do.

[ It's her turn to lift their held hands, and press a not-quite-kiss to his knuckles. No thanks is needed, but still appreciated. He may not ever fully understand, but ... It won't ever stop someone from doing it. ]

Mm. The future can do that for you, yeah. [ Not all the time. But sometimes it had nice things. ]

S'kinda nice meetin' the past though, too. [ Why yes, that is a cheeky smirk. Do you catch her drift there, Eight? ]

[He chuckles and briefly reaches a hand up to touch her cheek with his fingertips.]

I suppose it must be. For you, it must be interesting to see how your Doctor was before you met. Very...educational.

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