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Who: Were!10 and you
Where: Starting in Nova
When: Please put a date (anytime during the event) and location
What: Prowling and howling
Warnings: update as needed

Friday the 13th: For Rose

He asked himself to do what was always a last resort. Something that The Doctor didn't like to do on others - much less himself but Ten didn't feel there had been a choice anymore. Rose had twisted him up and after the night at the bar - was angry at Rose. And only felt that he's going down a darker path that he won't get off of if something drastic wasn't down now... Plus - he can't keep dragging Jack down with him. Just can't. He did figure that he'd be back to Rose for the ice cream within the five hour waiting period, however, ended up passing out - for two days.

What happened? How long has he been out? And for some reason feels like a boulder has been lifted off his shoulders and is grinning widely. Everything is beautiful! And runs out of the Tardis.

Night-time. Clear night. Can see the stars. And look at that moon. Oddly - he seems more drawn to the moon than to the stars.

Then his body begins to twitch- what the hell? He didn't die he knows he didn't die. Then why does he feel like his body is trying to regenerate? Things feeling like they're shifting around and flops around on the ground.

He doesn't want to change! He likes this body

It's when the hair is growing on the back of the hands he figures it out. He's got to get back to the Tardis. Get out of the moonlight!

But why is this happening?

It's too late and as The Doctor runs back to the Tardis - feels his mind becoming savage. Shortly, after has yellow eyes and is full grown werewolf - who of course dramatically howels at the moon.

However, his sandshoes are still on - even if his wolf claws are piercing through and his tie is still around his neck.

And runs off. In such of prey.

[OTA]

For the moment, at the very least The Doctor has fought and won the battle of the savage mind of the beast. And is prowling around the various cities to get a better grasp of the situation. His eyes now - are big and brown - for the moment...

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Were! 10 is just out for a quick run and feeling very, very good. After all - he finished brewing that petrified antidote for Rose and any others that didn't want to turn to stone in the morning - he sniffs for a moment. Oh no. No. And covers his nose. He doesn't want to smell that. There's been too much of that.

However, the wolf inside of him - got a spark and enough of a spark to go - yes, yes. That delicious amora coming from that girl over that. His brown eyes fall on Amy. She's injured somewhere and she shouldn't be near him right now like that. Still with his paw over his nose; which was only sort of helping - begins to back away and continues to look as if he's having an internal struggle with himself.

"Amy. Stay back. You really need to stay back."

A flash of pain in her eyes, then grim understanding. Of course, she understood the wrong thing.

"Yeah, I told him that was probably the best answer," she said, sadly. "He thought I could do it, but apparently you don't, and I'll respect that, Doctor," she said softly, sounding like she was trying to hide the fact that her heart was breaking.

"You just... be good, okay? And don't be alone, you're no good at alone."

She thought he was saying goodbye.... Forever. Kinda like he feels when his companions say they want to go home, but mean just for a visit.

He passes out feeling defeated and tired. So very, very tired. Between transforming and working on the formula - somewhere in there he slept. He had to sleep. He was never going to get used to a body that wore out.

When trying to give Rose the antidote- turned to pure water. He couldn't inject Rose because of her stone skin and her lungs apparently filtered out the antidote.

And made a pill form, only to run out of time and she turned back to stone before they could test it.

Oh, well. At least they snogged? Finally. And it was completely brilliant. Still now what?

Besides not moping around, alright he's going to mope around a little. She asked him to save her. The one time she asks he seems to be struggling to do so.

For right now, he's going to be taking this lying down on the sofa; in tattered and torn clothes with a Rose gargoyle statue nearby.

Edited 2017-10-19 16:35 (UTC)

Very quickly states, "No, Amy I don't mean it like that. I mean it's not safe for you right now." As Were! Ten speaks he's shaking his head as the mental battle continues - and reminds himself why he doesn't like blood but it's rather unfortunate that only makes the bloodlust worse and as his mind switches over to the creature manages to state, "Run", sort of, it's a mix of human speech with an animal growl and is staring at Amy with yellow eyes like he doesn't know who she is and showing his long fangs, with a slight growl.

"Not safe for me?" She shook her head. "Doctor, if you need me to leave you for your sake, I will. But for my sake? Never. Because you will never ever hurt me. And I will never abandon you," she said, chin up.

Sorry, Amy, he's mentally checked out and running towards her with his fangs showing and those yellow eyes.

And she's standing her ground, chin lifted.

"You're the Doctor," she said flatly, doing her best to sort as quickly as she could what might be safe to say and what might not. "You are old, and too often alone, and hurting. But all that has only ever made you kind. You don't kill, not when you can see any other choice at all. You make stupid plans, and theories and guesses you are so sure are right until ten seconds later when you realize something else is right. You're goofy and stupid and your tastes change. But what doesn't is your hearts, and they never will."

"You are the Doctor. I am Amy Pond. And you will never hurt me." Physically. Intentionally. Still, she projected absolute calm and confidence. She put her hands on her hips. "I don't die here, I know I don't die here, and I apparently have a schedule for everything."

He stops in his tracks - but why? Still, he's standing over her with his claws extended and his teeth in a snarl and drool. There's a glop of drool that falls to the ground in front of him.

Inwardly, obviously, Ten is trying his best to regain control and once again - his eyes shut for a moment and shakes his head.

Then a weak voice, "Amy... You need - you need to take care of your wound." Before snapping his jaws in a snarling fit.

She nodded her head, simply. "Alright. If that is what you need of me, Doctor, I will." She thought a moment, then grinned. "Worked with this camera man once, horrible BO." she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small container with a spray nozzle. "Close your eyes and mouth, this will help until I can get a better bandage and some medicine on it."

Meanwhile, Ten continues to shake his head, ears flat against his head. He's not giving into these primitive cravings. He's not going to hurt Amy. He does finally manage to hold his head in place, closing the eyes was easy. The trick was the mouth being closed -

Which he finally manages to accomplish. Hurry, Amy. Whatever you're going to do. Do it NOW!

She sprayed the very strong perfume directly into his nose, then stepped aside to avoid a jacket full of wolf snot. "Now you won't be able to smell anything else for at least an hour. C'mon, we'll find a drugstore and get me all patched up. And if we see the person I suspect we'll see... well... her you can eat."

There isn't only wolf snot but also huffing and puffing - which could have blown a house down. Maybe. Alright not really.

Then finds himself on all fours and looks at her, "Come on. Hop on."

She stared for a moment, then broke out laughing. "Seriously?"

He gives Amy a silly face, well as silly a face a werewolf can give, "Whut? You don't want too?"

It was almost ingrained in her by now. Even if it had been long buried for nearly a year, but...she could feel it again. That odd break of rhythm that happened on the odd adventure. Her sleep had been fitful, mostly from excitement and the questions she was dying to get answers to.

So many new names and faces, each one would become familiar to her. Friends the Doctor would give her even after they had long passed their time.

"Well, suppose it's back to old habits. He probably still can't find his way around a kitchen."

Walking towards the kitchen she spotted the man laying on the couch. She hummed softly to herself, missing (for a moment) the silly hat that should have been covering his eyes. Instead it's a fluff of hair which she strolls by and tugs at.

"Still sleep on the first flat surface you find?"

Still laughing, she nodded. "Oh yeah," she said. This... might just top the single weirdest thing she'd ever done with the Doctor. Of course... she was now very glad she was wearing jeans for a change. Even she might not have quite had the guts to do this in a short skirt.

"But between you and me, can I be the one to explain this to Rory?" she asked, laughing, as she tried to figure out how in the world this would even work....

It's daytime and Ten is in humanoid form with ragged and torn pinstripe -and just walking with his friends, Martha and Jack, with his hands each at Martha's and Jack's waist as they walk.

What could possibly go wrong?

[Were! Ten gives the conscious robot a slight head nod and slowly approaches]

Why are you helping?

[He seems to ask rather curiously]

Jack was loosely dressed in his normal wool pants and a white dress shirt, but no braces or suspenders. He puts a little of his weight on whoever is on his right as he walks feeling the cat in him purr quietly.

"We're quite the little trio aren't we?" Martha commented as she leaned against the doctor tiredly her eyes falling closed as she rested her head on his shoulder. She trusted the doctor to keep her upright. Hell, if she were honest, there was no one else that she trusted more than the two people with her. She felt safe and happy for the first time in a long time.

Martha started a bit as she felt his hand. "Thank God," She whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You scared me... again you know," She whispered.

"Stop it," She said, repeating a phrase she heard so often. "And apparently the City is on some spiked cool-aid." She told him.

"You are gonna have to get used to not knowing everything John.... you hear me?"

To be fair - he scared himself too with fighting over the werewolf mind each transformation, "Sorry. So sorry." And ends with a sexy eye wink at Martha.

"Yeah. I know." Ten leans into Martha - he's tired and figures that he's going to be till he stops transforming.

He doesn't mind not knowing everything because then it gives him something new to learn - it's not getting answers that is frustrating.

"What can I do for you?"

[Kay ships his optics, looking at Ten up and down.]

Why wouldn't I help? I'm a deputy, it's my job to protect people. I also happen to like this world, I'm not going to let monsters destroy it. Are you injured?

Martha sighed and leaned back slightly taking him with her. "I should be quite cross with you you know? This is the second time I almost lost you here.... Here, not on the Tardis but here." She drew in a stuttering breath, closing her eyes as she began to card her fingers through his hair.

"You really want to know? You can stop almost dying on me..... seriously."

Ten stares at her - and doesn't seem to understand what Martha is going on about. Almost lost him here?

Someone doesn't seem to remember trying to commit suicide; which had to do with a mix of him saying that he loves all three the same and how Ten will leave her and how MetaCrisis is apparently better than Ten is.

However, he doesn't say anything because what would be the point? He's heard this with many of his companions before who have seen him die and change.

And just - leans in and Eskimo kisses Martha, "I'm still here aren't I?" Ending with a sexy eye wink.

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