[The shirt was left on the spot on the mattress that isn't covered in his blood.
And its strange, looking at his friend, swallowing fear as the man moves with a speed he hadn't quite expected, and then nothing again.
Chris is small, and while he's rather durable to force, his neck is an easy target. He died so quickly he hadn't even had the chance to remind him to get blood samples through out the process.]
[The Eleven makes sure Chris' dead body doesn't fall, and is instead laid gently on the floor. He takes a few blood samples (the Seven would never let him forget that part of the experiment), sits down cross-legged next to Chris' corpse and rests his hand on the boy's forehead, and makes telepathic contact with nothing.
He waits.
During his marriage, Miska once mentioned the possibility of children and he'd laughed mockingly and she'd become furious and they'd had an enormous fight of the sort that involved property damage (extensive) and blood (both of theirs). And then they made up and never spoke of it again and he never explained to her that he hadn't been laughing at the idea of her being a mother (although then and now he's sure she would be a terrible mother, and he told her so during the fight). He'd been laughing at the idea that she thought he could procreate at all. That the Time Lords wouldn't have taken steps at the genetic level to stop any chance of his condition being passed on. Fortunately, his marriage to Miska had been based on a mutual desire for vengeance and mass murder, not to start a family.
He'd never given the possibly, or lack thereof, regarding children very much thought before. But now that he's thinking about it, he thinks he can see the appeal in raising a child, mentoring a young mind. The One had occasionally mentored Junior Archivists and had found it satisfying.
Marriage had been a failure in the end. Perhaps this could be better.]
[He knows the concept of telepathy and psychic abilities. There's a branch if magic about it. He's just not in practice himself.
He still tries, for the Eleven, to do the equivalent of a telepathic hand wave as he comes in, his arms full of shampoo, soap, and other things he thinks will help with the cleaning.]
Hey guys, I'm bac-
[He sees Chris on the floor, and all items drop, as he rushes forward to see what's wrong.]
Chris? Chris! Eleven, what happened? Did he fall and hit his head?
He needs a healer!
[He could be just empathic because he was. Or kind. Or deeply into hm.
[There is a quiet pause, Christopher's body still, until it isnt, and like before he gasps awake. It's quieter than before, and if anything, oh boy does he look even more exhausted than he had.
Stacking tolls isnt for the feint of heart and Chris's head tilts just so, catching Germaryah who he had hoped wouldn't be back yet and mouths the word 'hi' with a floppy wave of his hand.
His internal voice is even quieter than usual when he asks Did you get that?]
[Yes, he says to Chris, then removes his hand and stands up to look at Ger.]
Don't be silly, it wasn't a plot or a plan. If it were I wouldn't have called you here in the first place. Much easier to do something behind your back that way. This was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.
[The Eleven doesn't roll his eyes, but he thinks it. You can't say that, not if you actually want him to stay. The Eleven may have been a terrible husband, but he was married. He knows how this works.]
Chris is sorry. He didn't mean to hurt you and he acknowledges it was thoughtless of him to not realize it would. He just got carried away in the excitement of learning something new about how the ship works.
Please stay for a while longer. He's in pain and your company would mean a lot to him. More than cleaning his room would.
[Ger stares between them, his eyes flicking between them. The Eleven knows what to say, maybe because he was married, maybe because was older. He doesn't know.
So he let's them both see the tears, unaware of the gold making a mess of his irises.]
He wouldn't say that.
[His voice is hoarse.]
He wouldn't say he got carried away by anything. Besides. Cleaning his room isn't meant to help.
I'm trying to keep from transforming. And it's petty. I need to calm down.
Well, so much for The Eleven being a great mouth piece for what he should say instead of what he actually would say. He'd gotten his hopes up for a moment but Coop is smarter than that.
Instead of telling The Eleven what to say he looks around and finds his communicator, on the ground from where it'd bounced when he threw it and manages to pick it up.
you're right. I didn't. I AM sorry though.
I thought I'd be back up before you got back.
He sends it off, pauses a moment and then slowly types something else out before pressing send.
[And Eleven is acting all...nice??? Is creeping him out. It's like something that the Eleven had lost came back with killing Christopher and he wasn't sure it was a good thing.
And he looks at the commicator, and...there's something in the messages that makes his face fall, and another tear to trickle down before his expression hardens.]
He does. But he can't have his cake and eat it too.
[A quick and nasal voice speaks.] With the proper application of time travel you can, in fact, both have and eat the cake.
Thank you, Seven. [The Eleven says with gritted teeth and heavy sarcasm.]
[The Three and the Six both want to tackle Ger as he's leaving and kill him. The Six, because he's always like that and the Three in a fit of temper. The Eleven grits his teeth even harder.]
It wouldn't work, we'd just be transmatted away. [He mutters to himself. Then calls out to Ger.]
You'll come back to help me carry him to his own cabin, won't you? My prison cell is no place to death toll.
[Christopher curls up on the floor, still frowning sadly as Coop refuses to look at him.
There is a furious sound of soft little taps of his thumb as he sends off another message. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110011 01100011 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 but once its send off he just drops the comm on the floor and lays there.
Bye Coop, see you later. He hopes you'll forgive him soon.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-04-22 02:54 am (UTC)Perfect.
And without really missing a beat Christopher turns and throws his communicator at The Eleven's head. Attack!
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:01 am (UTC)[And then Chris' communicator is flying at him. The Eleven is quick, and knocks it away with his hand and then pounces to break Chris' neck.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:05 am (UTC)And its strange, looking at his friend, swallowing fear as the man moves with a speed he hadn't quite expected, and then nothing again.
Chris is small, and while he's rather durable to force, his neck is an easy target. He died so quickly he hadn't even had the chance to remind him to get blood samples through out the process.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:03 am (UTC)He waits.
During his marriage, Miska once mentioned the possibility of children and he'd laughed mockingly and she'd become furious and they'd had an enormous fight of the sort that involved property damage (extensive) and blood (both of theirs). And then they made up and never spoke of it again and he never explained to her that he hadn't been laughing at the idea of her being a mother (although then and now he's sure she would be a terrible mother, and he told her so during the fight). He'd been laughing at the idea that she thought he could procreate at all. That the Time Lords wouldn't have taken steps at the genetic level to stop any chance of his condition being passed on. Fortunately, his marriage to Miska had been based on a mutual desire for vengeance and mass murder, not to start a family.
He'd never given the possibly, or lack thereof, regarding children very much thought before. But now that he's thinking about it, he thinks he can see the appeal in raising a child, mentoring a young mind. The One had occasionally mentored Junior Archivists and had found it satisfying.
Marriage had been a failure in the end. Perhaps this could be better.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:17 am (UTC)He still tries, for the Eleven, to do the equivalent of a telepathic hand wave as he comes in, his arms full of shampoo, soap, and other things he thinks will help with the cleaning.]
Hey guys, I'm bac-
[He sees Chris on the floor, and all items drop, as he rushes forward to see what's wrong.]
Chris? Chris! Eleven, what happened? Did he fall and hit his head?
He needs a healer!
[He could be just empathic because he was. Or kind. Or deeply into hm.
Or all the above.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:22 am (UTC)[A posh voice breaks in.] Make yourself useful and clean up the blood, old bean.
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Date: 2026-04-22 04:52 am (UTC)Behind my back.
[They both did.
A tear manages to escape before he straightens up.]
I'm cleaning Christopher's room. I'll get the blood later.
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:02 am (UTC)Stacking tolls isnt for the feint of heart and Chris's head tilts just so, catching Germaryah who he had hoped wouldn't be back yet and mouths the word 'hi' with a floppy wave of his hand.
His internal voice is even quieter than usual when he asks Did you get that?]
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:22 am (UTC)Don't be silly, it wasn't a plot or a plan. If it were I wouldn't have called you here in the first place. Much easier to do something behind your back that way. This was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:30 am (UTC)[He rubbed at his eyes.]
It's horrifying. You two can clean this up. I'll clean Chris's place. You two can have your experiments in peace.
Sorry for getting in the way.
[He hates this place sometimes. He really does.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:00 pm (UTC)But this seems to be untrue and chris attempts to get up and fails, his arms tired enough that they dont care the weight of himself at the moment.
He's important to the experiment! He cant leave... how he is, he cant say but he doesn't want him to go, so go on, tell him Eleven!]
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Date: 2026-04-22 02:43 pm (UTC)Chris is sorry. He didn't mean to hurt you and he acknowledges it was thoughtless of him to not realize it would. He just got carried away in the excitement of learning something new about how the ship works.
Please stay for a while longer. He's in pain and your company would mean a lot to him. More than cleaning his room would.
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:05 pm (UTC)So he let's them both see the tears, unaware of the gold making a mess of his irises.]
He wouldn't say that.
[His voice is hoarse.]
He wouldn't say he got carried away by anything. Besides. Cleaning his room isn't meant to help.
I'm trying to keep from transforming. And it's petty. I need to calm down.
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:27 pm (UTC)Well, so much for The Eleven being a great mouth piece for what he should say instead of what he actually would say. He'd gotten his hopes up for a moment but Coop is smarter than that.
Instead of telling The Eleven what to say he looks around and finds his communicator, on the ground from where it'd bounced when he threw it and manages to pick it up.
you're right. I didn't. I AM sorry though.
I thought I'd be back up before you got back.
He sends it off, pauses a moment and then slowly types something else out before pressing send.
I didn't want to hurt you.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:53 pm (UTC)[He sees Chris in the corner of his eye frantically typing and hopes the boy isn't writing something that's sabotaging his efforts.]
He does very much want you to stay.
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Date: 2026-04-22 10:03 pm (UTC)[And Eleven is acting all...nice??? Is creeping him out. It's like something that the Eleven had lost came back with killing Christopher and he wasn't sure it was a good thing.
And he looks at the commicator, and...there's something in the messages that makes his face fall, and another tear to trickle down before his expression hardens.]
He does. But he can't have his cake and eat it too.
[He turns around and starts leaving the cabin.]
And I'm throwing out the pizza!
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Date: 2026-04-22 10:08 pm (UTC)[That's about as much as he gets out, the sound getting caught in his throat as Germaryah turns to leave.
I think he hates me now...
And before the other boy even leaves he's flopped onto the floor sadly.
RIP his pizza experiment.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 11:49 pm (UTC)Thank you, Seven. [The Eleven says with gritted teeth and heavy sarcasm.]
[The Three and the Six both want to tackle Ger as he's leaving and kill him. The Six, because he's always like that and the Three in a fit of temper. The Eleven grits his teeth even harder.]
It wouldn't work, we'd just be transmatted away. [He mutters to himself. Then calls out to Ger.]
You'll come back to help me carry him to his own cabin, won't you? My prison cell is no place to death toll.
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Date: 2026-04-23 12:05 am (UTC)Then I'll clean up your place.
[He says it all without turning back.]
Won't be good to have that blood stain set in your bunk.
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Date: 2026-04-23 01:24 am (UTC)There is a furious sound of soft little taps of his thumb as he sends off another message. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110011 01100011 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 but once its send off he just drops the comm on the floor and lays there.
Bye Coop, see you later. He hopes you'll forgive him soon.]
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Date: 2026-04-24 04:01 am (UTC)That could have gone better. But it's not his priority.]
Oh well.
We should take another blood sample.
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Date: 2026-04-24 04:06 am (UTC)[Very slowly his arm slips out from under him where he's curled up pathetically on the floor.
There is barely any effort at all as he mentally sighs as dramatically as he can manage.]