genessia | [video] AU Event

[OH HE IS SO TESTING HER. SHE IS GOING TO ABSOLUTELY KILL HIM.]

Excuse me?!

[Okay. All lessons, not just French and diction, but fucking patience and taking it to heart.]

[Deep breath. Don't stab him with a stiletto high heel through the temple, no matter how tempting.]

[FRIGID IS BETTER.]

[Or worse yet. SICKENING SWEET TO DRIVE HIM INSANE RIGHT BACK.]

I have been jogging daily, in heels no less. [Ta.] Thank you ever so kindly. [EVIL FERAL GRIN.]

[SHE IS GOING TO BACKSTROKE IN A FOUNTAIN. ENJOY THAT HEADLINE FUCKER.]

Are you sure you aren't just projecting? Craving a bit of sweet and milk to go with your coffee?

If you can say please and thank you to the baristas I'll get you one just the way you like it~!

[ :| A FACE FOR HIM.]

On second thought, just wait outside. No need to let your face haunt their nightmares for years that expensive psychotherapy can't even resolve.

[nice try. too many openings]

Yeah? Maybe I'll let you get it then because if you keep fucking around pulling stupid ass stunts, a coffee girl is all you'll ever fucking amount to be.

[except she won't because he's there]

And don't jog in heels, you idiot, you'll fuck up your knees and then you'll be no good to anyone.

[Eyeroll.]

All press is good press. [PUTS ON HER OWN SUNGLASSES.]

And I havef to, if someone's going to keep demanding I do photoshoots in them. [Accidentally slips back to Chav a bit.]

Right, all press is good press if you're a fucking popstar or some other shithead that banks their reputation on if anyone is looking at them. I'm sure the Mummies at home will fucking love to see the Vitex poster girl sounding like she's got the education of a fucking six year old with the diction to match. But you know? Six year olds sound better than you.

And standing around in heels is not the same as running in them, you precious twat. Read a book for once.

[Grits her teeth, closes her eyes briefly, mentally wishes her Mum was here to pop him one. Just smiles sweeeeeetly.]

Actually, John, I have been doing more reading than you here. Primarily on account of actually enjoying my other work.

The reason that calls me to run off even during photoshoots in high heels.

The whole multiverse thing. But yes, I'm sure it's just grand for you lolling about here, pretending humans are the only species that matter, oui?

[he hates it when she says things like that. Whenever she mentions it he gets a cold metallic chill right down his spine and a sense of something incredibly wrong with the universe.]

Oh yes your little fucking pet project. Fine. Kill your fucking knees. But you're still going to have to stand up in them princess and I don't want to hear your fat arse winging about how you huurrt [mocking whining voice though he knows she's prouder than that]

But this time, is my time. And you're not fucking here. Fix it.

[.... WHY DOES SHE LIKE HIM!?]

[She just gives him this tongue-touched grin before heading over to bring him coffee, and mentally cursing herself out.]

[There is something fundamentally wrong with her brain.]

[So. VERY.]

[It takes her 20 minutes, but she shows up in the cute pink pumps and a frankly fantastic mini-skirt. Of course ruining it, she's wearing the leather jacket up top, and a cashmere scarf in bright fluffy pink. It's cold out!]

[She slides onto his desk, disregarding the papers, and holds the coffee just out of his reach.]

You can't have it until you say something nice about my bum. It'll be good for you. [ :) ]

Oh for fuck's sake I wasn't serious, woman! Don't bring me coffee like you're some fucking intern. I work for you. Bloody hell. [he's starting to get a headache. Though she does look fantastic in that mini skir that's neither here nor there]

It's not quite big enough to have it's own postcode. [he regards her with blood shot eyes] Now are we done with fucking around?

[Laughs!!]

REALLY?

You couldn't be nice if it killed you?

[LEANS FORWARD. EVIL GRIN.] All right, say it about someone else then! One compliment, and I'll never tell a soul!

[She's totally recording it behind her back though with one of Peter's gadgets.]

Miss Tyler, please, I have a fuckton of work to do. I don't know what happened to any of my fucking files so I'll have to start off from scratch-- I somehow live in a fucking office and I'm okay with that somehow and everything has listed just a bit shitty sideways.

[he runs a hand through his hair and gives her an exasperated look]

Can we just get down to our fucking business already?

[Opens her mouth to say something that would absolutely be sexual harassment, and quietly closes it, handing him the coffee instead, and hops off the desk; tidying up his office like a secretary.]

Take a break, John. You don't have to work yourself into an early grave.

When was the last time you actually slept?

[Organizing his folders, without looking at him lest he think she's pitying him, which she's not, she knows he's terrifying to most people. But she still has the insane urge to look after him like a very much abused dog.]

Edited 2017-12-06 06:32 (UTC)

Early grave? Fucking look at me. The ground's screaming: 'get in me, you fucking wanker'. Not unlike my ex wife. [a joke since he's never had a wife let alone an ex]

Anyway, stop, you don't know where anything goes. I don't need to sleep, I need to get shit done. We need to get shit done. We've wasted too much fucking time here somehow.

[that he's not sure about the somehow part worries him]

[DIES OF GIGGLES.]

Shut up.

Shut uppity up.

[Finger over his lips, and makes sure the coffee is squarely in his hand.]

If I get everything arranged alphabetically and then by date, I can find whatever you're looking for. You're worse than both my parents, and the Doctor whenever any of 'em got stressed. Mum would just leave the bills on the table, and go mad. [John is free to wonder at that since Jacqueline Tyler never had to pay a bill...] And Pete just starts throwing things at the wall to see if it explodes -- which, invariably, it does. And the Doctor... Well... We're not even touching that one. His explosions made Dad's look very very tiny, and very very human, however.

So here's what you're going to do.

Drink your delicious, divine, delightful coffee, before it gets cold, give me the twenty minutes or an hour, or whatever it takes to fix your mess, because this sort of thing always requires an outside perspective. And after you've had a John Smith power nap in the vein of Napoleon and likely inducing quite as much insanity; you'll be very slightly refreshened to try to take a look at the mess that is me and decide what you want to do about it, all right?

Edited 2017-12-06 06:54 (UTC)

[she needs to stop laughing at his jokes. That's bad for the heart. And taking care of him. That's really fucking bad for the heart. And stop talking about the doctor as if the guy was the definite fucking article. He hated when she did that and somehow he knew she knew it only he wasn't sure how he fucking knew she knew]

You're not my goddamned secretary [he rubbed his forehead, taking a sip of the coffee which is fucking divine and all the rest of the fucking superlatives. How the hell she did that, he had no idea.

He also didn't approve of Pete. Not entirely. There was something off about the whole fucking thing but he couldn't put a finger on it. Because Pete wasn't here was he? Nor was Vitex or anything about where they'd come from.

Trying to think about it too much made his fucking headache murderous though so he gave up]

I'm not going to nap. Not with you loose in the room. Can't trust you to take care of yourself for more than a shit stained second. [but...she did have a really nice bum from this angle...

No.

No fucking the secret-- employer's daughter]

We need to get... get you somewhere suitable to stay. Some better clothes. Figure out what the fuck passes for society around here ... Hope no asshole asks about lawyers because I really cocked that one up... Fuck...

[what was he even doing]

Did you?

Why? How? I know a lawyer or two. Here, I mean. But what do you need one for?

[SHE'S STILL ORGANIZING!!!]

[And quietly:]

Why can't I just stay with the Doctor?

[Besides, they had a fight whenever she tried to leave, so...]

I'm not giving up on going back, I'm not. But even with people around... [It was... confusing. Not just people. A girlfriend. Sleeping with Jack. His future wife that they were keeping secret from him.] He says he still needs me. Even if it's a lie.

[Well, so had Jimmy, but she'd just left him. Only where was she to go? She ran away to Powell Estates once and he came to find her all worried like a werewolf puppy dog again.]

I guess I could stay with Sarah Jane for a bit if it's really necessary, but I don't see why.

[the lawyers thing aside because it was really fucking stupid-- but the main reason is, from somewhere deep inside him that he doesn't quite know where it's coming from]

Because it hurts you, you silly cow. I mean-- [he runs a hand over his face]

Because it fucking hurts you. Because no promise in the world is worth getting continually fucked over for.

But it's all this shit... [he takes the papers she hasn't filed and shakes them in her direction before flinging them in the air] You're not my secretary. You have a fucking role and I'm here to help you shine and if -- if he-- if your friend was any sort of friend want you to shine, too.

I mean look, you've got enough going on with being Pete fucking Tyler's daughter and your little Firestick whatever it is. You don't need that on fucking top of it all.

[Laughs.]

[Shakes her head and quietly picks up the papers.]

Torchwood.

I'm not acting as a secretary, John. I'm being a friend. I know. It's very hard for you to imagine. [Tongue-touched grin.]

[About the Doctor... she pushes her hair back with one hand.]

[Of course it hurt her.]

[And days she asked herself what was the point?]

[But she'd rather be hurt than give it all up. Than close herself off like a dalek, locked in the tank, with only killing as its purpose. Than to hide away like the Doctor. Than to become cyberman.]

Of course it hurts. [Gives him a stern look.] That's part of living. Without pain you can't evolve and adapt. You have to take the bad with the good. That's why Dad had to stop the cybermen, remember?

Best advice I ever got was from Sarah Jane when she's older. Some things are worth getting your heart broken over.

It's not fair on him for me to just run out for a little bit of pain. Then we're just letting him hurt instead, and saying, "He's a big boy, he can handle it." Well, I'm a billion times stronger than him, I can definitely handle anything.

[It drove her crazy. It hurt. And sometimes she did want to run away. But not because it hurt Rose. Never that. But because she was like a diamond that could cut glass. And however much he tried to say otherwise... he was definitely fragile. Always had been, even worse now.]

Besides, Jack's there. [Doesn't look John in the eyes for that.]

[If anything was going to keep her from going back to her parents, it was Jack more than the Doctor now.]

Oh of course. Fucking Jack. And that's a shitty philosophy. But fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. [and he's tired of arguing. He gets up and takes the papers from her]

But you're not-- If you-- If you have to fucking cry on me-- whenever, fine. But make sure you get your mascara off first.

[There's a gentle grin about the mascara, but she's annoyed about the papers, and he's too bloody tall for her to take them back without jumping and looking ridiculous...]

[So she shoves him back into the chair instead, rolling her eyes.]

Yeah, you're a bloody fine example of healthy livin', ain't ya? [Slipping purely into chav slang.] Get some sleep, John.

[GIVES HIM AN ABSOLUTELY FILTHY GRIN as she steals the files back.] I'll let you talk me into your apartment later. [Eyes twinkling with pure mischief.]

[he grunts as he's shoved back and scowls as she steal the papers]

I don't have one remember? And I'm just a piss poor peon of the corporation, not the fucking princess of it. [he stands again and shuts the filing cabinet to stand in front of it with his arms folded]

I wish you'd fucking consider how much you matter to everyone else.

[She knows, she was making a joke. But she considers it might be a defensive action on his part to go serious rather than let it get off balance.]

[But she blinks at the last part, looking up at him.]

[She is. That was why she was staying at the TARDIS. Otherwise she'd be gone, because--]

[No, there's a lot between the lines.]

[Peter. Torchwood. Her Mum.]

John...

[Annoyed growl.]

[There's a lot of matchstick emotions. Easy to spark into something bigger with any friction, but even easier still to break and carelessly throw away.]

[She scrunches a cheek to the side, and folds her arms stubbornly, not letting go of the folers.]

I don't trust myself to live alone.

[She blinked at that. She'd never considered herself as depressed as the Doctor, but... that had always been the difference, wasn't it? He was alone, and when he wasn't... well that was why he had Martha and Jack now.]

[But where Pete and Jackie anchored her to their unvierse, here it was just... what? Jack? Sarah Jane? Amy until she'd completely blown that like a moron.]

I'll get you a real place. We can put it under my name and you can say you're just doing your job, like a very anal retentive personal assisstant. [Sticks her tongue out the side.] Or you can talk me into staying there... only when you're there. [Eyes narrow.]

Or I'll talk to Sarah Jane, but like I said... it'll cause a row in the TARDIS and it's just not worth the fuss.

[An eyeroll and she tries to sidestep him to sneak the file away, pushing her hair back with one hand again.] He came to get me. When I went back through the gate just to visit the Powell Estate. Whatever you think of him...

[Ugh, she sounds stupid to her own ears.]

I'm the one who forced his hand here already. I told him to be with Jack and Martha so I wouldn't look back.

I am thinking of everyone else, John.

[She gives him a stupid hug, not even caring that he's going to snark extra about it and tell her off.] You too. You're the one keeping me steady, yeah?

[He nods, peeling her away from him and holding her at arms length]

No hugging. [that's a harrassment suit waiting to happen]

I'm just trying to do my fucking job, Princess. Key word is trying. The last thing I want is you living with me but Sarah Jane seems like a better fucking bet. Only if you want.

[he takes the files from her again]

Now will you sit down?

[Rolls her eyes and sits on his desk again.]

Then I might as well stay in the TARDIS until I have to make a big to-do appearance about it. It's not like I'm getting mail or stalkers.

If you're my employee, shouldn't I just organize this? Save money on hiring a third person?

[LEANING BACK WITH BOTH SHOULDERS AND LETTING HER HAIR FALL BACK AS SHE LOOKS UP AT HIM GIVING A TONGUE-THROUGH TEETH SMIRK.]

Stop fucking hassling me, alright. And cross your legs if you're going to fucking do that like a proper fucking lady. [he doesn't care though he's just doing it to irritate her and hopefully stop her looking at him like that from under her eyelashes]

No wonder you fucking ran away from home. [mutter grumble. He opens the filing cabinet and sorts things, trying to follow her system as best he can]

You should be though. Getting all those. Should be fucking mobbed. Why aren't you? [but he isn't talking to her, more himself]

[OH IT ANNOYS HER ALL RIGHT! But backfire too because after a small glare, she checks the spread and flips herself with an actual somersault into his his chair, legs up up on his desk.]

[STILL LOOKING UP AND BACKWARDS AT HIM!]

Why do you think I ran away from home?

[Snort. Damn. She even used proper English on that not her slang. Feh, too late to sabotage it too.]

Maybe -- [Sips his coffee, she can be TEN TIMES MORE ANNOYING OKAY!] Blech -- you drink this? Even Vitex is better. Even the worst fruit punch flavor -- [BLECH BLECH MAKING A FACE.]

I don't want to be mobbed. Maybe I just want to hide away in your office and pretend to be a princess, and if you push me too far, I'll hide under your desk so there.

[This is a very good threat. Don't make her do it.]

I don't know... That's the hell of it all. I don't know who the fuck you are, Rose Tyler. Only I do so it doesn't make sense. Why run? You don't run from cocksucking paparazzi morons. You don't run from shit interviews. You don't run from your family even though your mother drives everyone fucking loony. [no maybe it was just him]

So why...?

[It's a lot to take in.]

[No one knew who she was anymore. Except she herself... and him. So she'd thought. Or maybe he didn't. Or maybe he did, but didn't want to because it meant --]

[Facing up to the loneliness they both felt.]

[No right universe. No right place. No real home.]

[The TARDIS was the closest thing she'd ever had to a home.]

[And it -- ]

At least she never slapped you. She slapped the Doctor, you know. That stuff you had to cover the time she chewed out staff before I could get there and help out? Yeah. That was nothing compared to what she'd do if she thought other parents were getting in the way of -- whatever. Fucking heaven forbid you have to go through Tony's school years without me, she'll eat you alive, I can promise you that.

I run because I want to.

I stayed because you gave me the strength I needed.

Better question for you.

Why don't you run? There's more to life than spoiled brats and image consulting. You could do anything you set your mind to. Conquer the world if you wanted. So what's holding you back?

[She doesn't even look back at him. Just holds up a polished finger.] And don't say it's me.

[he says nothing, shoving everything back in carelessly and resting his hands on the filing cabinet. Why? The question he never asked himself ironically, because a part of him always fucking knew. He could do all that, yeah, easily as shitting but--]

Of course it's not just for fucking you.

Just for you.

Not just for you. Shit.

[he shakes his head, turning to look at her]

You think I'm some fucking creepy old man mouth breathing at your cradle and waiting for you to grow up into a fucking knockout?

[he should probably check himself he realized distantly]

[It actually takes her awhile to figure out his sexual connotations, so used to his language and attitude it doesn't actually cross her mind at first.]

[And then she arches both eyebrows.]

[There's a lot she could say. A lot she shouldn't. He was allowed to run away from the conversation. She'd give him an out as easily as the Doctor.]

[But grabbed him by the tie and pulled him closer to her all the same, wrapping the tie around her wrist so he'd have to unwind it to get away from her, and put a finger over his lips momentarily.]

I've nevar been in the cradle. Mum used a playpen with me. [Sly smirk.]

But I think you know too well I'm a big bad wolf, and playing with fire might be easier on your old hearts.

[Heart. Singular. Whatever. She wasn't missing the Doctor. She lets go of his tie, but doesn't drop her smirk.]

[he stares at her then shakes his head]

Yes your the biggest fucking badass on the planet which is why you keep having meltdowns. [he's not sure where that came from but somehow his mouth got away with him while his mind was still dwelling on the hearts]

You know you don't have anything to prove to me or any other shitlord.

[She laughs and twists her hand up in his tie again, pulling him very close indeed.]

Oh, I definitely know that. [Purring tone!] I find it impressive just when anyone can keep up.

[Gently shoves him back on the heart and winks.] Shame you can't.

I outpace everyone.

You wish!

[alskjdalksdjalksjd Mentally she has a screeching car crash of memories, but her expression doesn't fade, only flickering slightly deep in the eyes if he knew what to look for, and even to look for it.]

I wish what? [the hell was she talking about? And she was standing entirely too fucking close. He sighs]

Look, I fucking care about you alright, Rose Tyler? [he pulls her close and kisses the top of her head, his only consession to this fucking madness that makes him want to do things they will all fucking regret later] So that's why I push you so fucking much because I know you can bring the world to its knees.

That you outpace everyone.

[The memory trainwreck gets worse when he kisses the top of her head, and she has to bank on the last 3 years of his training and all the other lessons in propriety not to bolt and shove him back hard. She does back away physically, sliding off the desk and trying not to cry, closing her eyes, blinking rapidly to dry them.]

[Remembering the kiss the Doctor gave her before sending her away so he could die without her.]

[Which killed Jack too and --]

[Deep breath.]

[Yes, she knows she can bring the world to its knees.]

[Thing is though--]

I don't want that.

You do it.

[UGH.]

[She wants to run away, but can't. Can't even throw a proper teenager girl fit, so she just crosses to the far side of the room and grabs a proper seat.]

[She needs to say something.]

[And doesn't want him thinking it was that he was acting too close.]

[Because it wasn't. Wouldn't have been exactly just--]

[She spreads a hand.] Don't get snarly, it's just the Doctor kissed my forehead like that when he tried to send me away to save my life and let himself die. [Waves the hand.] Memories, is all.

[Yeah. Because the Doctor will never be anything more memories???? She wishes. And knows better. And lightly massages an eye with one hand.]

I don't mind being pushed. Obviously. Or I wouldn't do any of it, and you know it. But I don't do it for ambition or to make people do what I want. [Shakes her head.] I'd hate myself if I did. I do it because I want to help and make things easier on my parents and others. That's it. So don't confuse my motivations for wanting power. I don't even want it here because without Dad and Mum, what's the point?

What? [never mind. Forget it.]

I don't want that either. [he wasn't sure what he wanted other than to punch this asshole Doctor in the fucking face with a two by four. No one should cause that much fucking drama in someone's life. Also, it might shake Rose out of it but he doubts it. Fucking love. It will eviscerate the hell out of you.]

Alright. Okay. Look. Just fucking -- let's forget all this bullshit for now and go out somewhere and do something. As friends? We can worry about the rest of it later. I think I saw some of those little swan boat things.

[which he ordinarily wouldn't be caught fucking dead in but he'd do it if it made her smile]

[He takes her breath away too, those eyes, the way he looks at her sometimes reminds her more of the Doctor she first met than even the brown-eyed Doctor.]

[She gets up and takes his hand in hers.]

I'd like that.

[And then giggled uncontrollably, more like her original self than the polished diamonds she wore in her earlobes.]

Swan boats, really?

Relax. Don't try so hard to make me your project. I'll go anywhere you want. Or we can get pizza and popcorn, and stay in. [Spins around, holding his hand and grins!] Unless you're trying to show me off, Mr. Smith. In which case, I'd rather it wasn't just as friends. [Eeeeeevil flirty grin.]

Ohh, no, no no no, not you, too.

[Just what he needs, a but of people getting weird and crazy and this one most of all.]

Blimey, wasn't I rude enough in pinstripes? How did you happen, were my last moments on Hell's Kitchen?

I make Ramsey look like a fucking pussywillow. And who the hell are you? [you look kind of familiar]

Yeah, thanks, I'd noticed, y'big stroppy scarecrow.

[The Doctor seems neither intimidated nor scandalized, so much as morbidly resigned, like ugh this is going to be a thing, wonderful, and maybe just a bit resentful about having to deal with it.

Maybe that's why you find him so familiar?]

Who am I? I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past, and I'm not liking how the future looks, just now.

Who the hell does that make me? Fucking Scrooge? [he likes the mental image honestly] Now there was a man who didn't give a shit. Kind of refreshing actually. And I wouldn't like the future looked if I had a fucking chin like that. Stop many doors, do you?

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