holdmypoodle | i come with glad tidings.

i come with glad tidings.

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let's go g - nc-17
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yeah youuuu shook me alllll night long
this idea was shamelessly stolen from ren
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chrissy! eppy! sarah! more!
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consignment: Helena | Orphan Black | janedeath | threads
consignment: "Stiles" Stilinski | Teen Wolf | spasmodic | threads
synodiporia: Helena | Orphan Black | janedeath | threads

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Edited 2012-06-14 06:43 (UTC)

"So this is it, huh?" Kenzi shrugs, trying to seem unimpressed. "I've seen bigger."

She, in fact, has not seen any bigger... space ships. Spaceytime ships? This is the first whatever it is she has ever been in, and it's AWESOME! But there is no way in hell she's going to just outright admit that and give the Doctor any more reason to be smug as all heck.

"Oooooooooh. Does this button do anything?!" She's gonna press it! She really is!

Super rude, what. He actually lurches in and smacks her hand before she can get to anything, and shakes a fervent finger right in her face. "Have NOT. Be properly impressed! She likes it when you're impressed." Which is at least half-true.

"Now, do I come in your place and start mucking about with the things I don't understand? I'll answer that for you, which is 'no', because I understand quite a lot more things in your place than you probably do." And he swipes a finger under where she was about to start getting her hands all over, taps a button and sucks something brown and goopy off the end of his finger. "And you were about to get chocolate syrup all over the panel and then I'd have to clean it up."

"She? It's a she... why does this not even surprise me? OKAY! It's freakin' cool. It's literally the coolest thing I have ever seen. Are you happy now?" Because Kenzi isn't. You can tell by the totally fake pout and the smile trying to break out from behind it. Also the crossed arms. Crossed arms always mean business. Can't smack her hand if her arms are all folded up, can you!?

"You go into everyone's places and start mucking about! Mucking about is what you DO! Pretty sure your ego is bigger on the inside."

Why is there chocolate? What is happening? Nu-uh, Doctor, don't go blaming her for your weird chocolatey buttons. It's her turn to point RIGHT IN HIS FACE! "You just don't want to let anyone else drive. Typical guy!"

He, however, is grinning very freely, a wide and pleased thing that will take her poutiness and absolutely ignore all of it. "Yes!" And then he whirls away in too many limbs, hands trailing reverently across the board. "Of course she's a she, what else would she be?" He even pats a hand against the central column, and solemnly reassures the TARDIS as Kenzi keeps talking about muck and things.

"Typical Timelord!" is his only correction after she's done, peeks out at her as he flips a lever and furrows his eyebrows - oh, so he was listening. "All right, name what one- Try to even- Look at that big yellow button in front of you and tell me what it does! Go on!"

Oh god, a test. Test are terrible, terrible things. She looks slightly panicked for all of a second before it hits her. Oh man, does Kenzi look pleased with herself.

"That is obviously the Infinite Improbability Drive." She snaps and points at the yellow button, nodding. The only problem with her answer is the fact that it came from the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy and is not actually a thing on any real spaceships. Bonus points for trying?

In which the Doctor's smugness peters off into a grimace, and he turns a knob, diverting his gaze and down to the panel instead. "Well, it was a lucky guess-"

And flits off to another part of it, this time right next to Kenzi as he slaps down another button nearby and tugs over the computer screen that's absolutely covered in glittering stars and some lines that make a lot more sense to him than they do to her. "Doug owes me, you know! You can't just pick someone's Infinite Improbability Drive and give people sofas and-"

He huffs, and tosses his hair from his face. "Anyway, you're not driving, but I will let you pick."

Her faces scrunches up in barely-contained wonderhappycitement with a dash of disbelief. But it's really hard not to believe stuff when your best friend is a succubus and you're standing next to an alien. Having an open mind is kind of a necessity at this point.

She puts her hands on her hips, turning to face him directly and glance at the screen. "I get to pick? And we can go anywhere? You're totally serious?!"

After a run of his fingers across the screen, pulling up a few different galaxies layered on top of galaxies, he turns to Kenzi and clasps his hands. "No, I'm totally Doctor. As Sirius gets to be a dog sometimes." And boops her on the nose. Harry Potter jokes will never get old no matter what century.

"Yes, yes, you get to pick! Anywhere, any place, any time you've never been or want to go or might not have even heard of!" He's beaming suddenly, a brighter and much more vibrant version of the crotchety old man she's gotten so used to in her time with him so far, as he expands one of the planets on the screen like it's a fancy phone, and sweeps his hand across it again to make the monitor cycle through moons, stars, a variety of newfound places (among some ones she'll recognize).

This is his favorite bit. This is always his favorite, favorite bit. "Kenzi." His face tugs into a lopsided grin. "Please do me the honors."

She's grinning, beaming at him. His stupid jokes, his dorky suspenders, and that wild look in his eyes. Those eyes that were ancient, transplanted into the face of a kid trapped in a man's body. The Doctor as she'd never seen him... in his TARDIS.

There's gotta be a logical way to pick a place and time. A scientific way. A way of thinking about exactly what you want to get out of the trip--- and Kenzi goes and does the COMPLETE OPPOSITE. She closes her eyes, still smiling, and reaches her index finger toward the swirling map of all that stuff... and touches a random spot. A random, little planet of who-knows-where! It looks kind of purple-ish. She likes it already.

"There. Wherever the hell there is! And right now! No time like the present, right?"

It's easy for him to feel youthful again, or a bit, as much as he can at the least, when he's got fresh new faces above such an old and familiar vessel like this. Kenzi was one of the easiest choices he ever made, and certainly one of those most obvious. Fresh-faced and loud and fierce in a lot of ways. She made up half her words and they spent the most of their time trying to out-reference each other, it was like a match made in heaven.

And her smile. The thing that'd sealed it. Well, there was her usual smile, absolutely, but it was the other one, when she'd asked after Amy and he'd shaken his head, "no," "well," "just me now," and she'd smiled this secret little thing that was wry and tired and apologetic in a lot of ways that she usually didn't exude. Some side to her not too many people got to see, he felt like, and so the next thing he'd said had been a no-brainer: "But we could always remedy that."

He squints his eyes at the screen here and now. "Aah, and that's actually- a meteor, let's forget that one, terrain like spongecake," his fingers touch hers and budge her over the smallest bit to a slightly larger blip, just as purple. "But maybe what it's orbiting! How much d'you know about Celestior?"

This probably wasn't what Bo had in mind when she said she wanted Kenzi to have a normal life. But after all the things she'd experienced in a very short time, normal just wasn't an option anymore.

"Absolutely NOTHING!" She bounces a little. Place she's never heard of? Possibly dangerous? Not a meteor? This means ADVENTURE!

"Does it have weird food and tentacle-people and ... and space bathrooms!? Is there space booze? Can we buy SPACE HATS?!"

Adding 'space' in front of everything just instantly makes it more amazing. Also, notice she said 'buy' and not take! Getting better... but she didn't specify where she'd be getting this space money.

... Sticky space fingers.

"Space hats!" he shouts unnecessarily loudly, and for a moment he sounds utterly fucking offended, his hands slapping onto the panel. "Space hats on Celestior!"

And then he flips a switch, a bit of a grin back on his face after a long enough pause. "Nah, those are a galaxy over on Dettamore. Next time!" His hands leap into the air as he whisks around the panel, seemingly at random, hitting a few various knobs and keys and even turning a crank on the main console at one point.

The TARDIS begins to whir to life, shuddering and then the engine churns almost like she's breathing, different parts of the console lighting up brighter, as excited as he is. "But I'll tell you what! We'll let you see for yourself instead, shall we? Hit the blue buttonnnnnnnn, Kenzi!"

The giggling was very unlike the Kenzi the Doctor had seen so far. She hadn't been this genuinely happy in a long time. It was amazing to watch him dance around the controls like a crazy person. Almost magical. While the world she had fallen into was magical in a very dark and dangerous way, the Doctor was a different kind of dangerous. All smiles and beauty and jokes and exploration. There were so many things that could bring this much happy crashing down in a second. But she was too busy watching him to consider any of that.

No way, she actually gets to hit a button? There's no way she could feign unimpressed now.

"Roger!"

Her hand hovers over the button with the briefest hesitation before coming down with full force.