[ Yes, well, if you both could also kindly not with all the kissing in front of him, that would be great too. It's like watching children go at it and (well, technically they both are children compared to him), and it's really quite a baffling thing when the need for oxygen arises and both of them apparently's missed the memo.
Still.
The Doctor likes the both of them well enough -- Raleigh and Mako the Rangers, inseparable from each other, the ones who saved the world and lost so many of who they loved along the way. He took them both with him because he was lonely, because they understood what it meant, because he could show them the stars, the planets and the times gone by, times that are to come and he keeps them with him, these two precious, precious humans.
Mako takes to him easier, her avid curiosity mirroring his when they step into his TARDIS -- It's so much bigger on the inside -- yes, yes it is, would you like to see the engines?-- and the Doctor saw cautious fascination become something else; the TARDIS is an engineer's dream, a thing unlike any other. Mako and Raleigh both had made the decision without a word, the enigma of their bond capturing the Doctor's attention from time to time, how they would sometimes go without words and yet still come up with the exact same thing. Telepathy? No, no, it's so much more than that.
Raleigh, he understands. He can see the look in his eyes when humanity comes into the picture; the Doctor knows him instinctively, notices his instinctive aversion to crowds, his distrust of people, and oh, the Doctor sometimes wants to say, the beauty and the tragedy of humanity is that they so often rise above themselves, so often there are giants amongst men -- but so often, too, they become monsters amongst themselves.
They're both damaged creatures but the Doctor comes to love them all the same, his humans, his companions, and when Mako pops off to make tea, the Doctor opens the doors to the TARDIS and points outside, to the distance where the Star While bobs along, a massive creature with a creaking city and he smiles. Tries not to remember the Ponds, Amelia, lost to him forever. ]
A living, breathing city. They're on the way to another galaxy, finding a world they can live in. You're a beautiful race, you lot. Capable of the grandest things. [ And so often, the most cruel. Mako comes back with a tray, and the Doctor hums a pleased, bless you before he darts for his mug, trotting to the doorway.
And there it is, the slow, musical hum that begins to echo, an otherworldly ensemble of sound, bittersweet and hopeful. ] Listen. [ He murmurs, as he leans against the doorway. The Star Whale, the last of her species and so, so lonely but kind. ] She's singing.
[ Mako comes up beside Raleigh, the tray set aside and her own tea forgotten, and she doesn't say a thing when she watches the scene outside, the ancient sadness in the line of the Doctor's shoulders, ] Star Whale?
[ She asks him quietly, frowning. It looks like a kaiju. ]
[When Raleigh hums in agreement, it's not that he's confirming her question but agreeing with her thought. That it looks like a kaiju. Not exactly, and obviously a kaiju would never be carrying a city on it's back but the massive size of the creature, the way it moves-- it brings him back to the fight and to Gipsy and that's both a good and a bad thing.
He forgoes the tea too, in favor of sliding an arm around her shoulders, because constant contact is a thing of theirs and he knows that it freaks the Doctor out sometimes when they're connected by the mouth and some of the kid in Raleigh does it on purpose around the Time Lord, just to bother him. Most of the time though, he just really doesn't even notice that the Doctor's there, so wrapped in Mako and their bond that nothing else matters.
He listens to the song for a minute, that sad and hopeful at the same time, and no, that's not like a kaiju either.]
[ Really, it's starting to bug the Doctor, a lot, because do the both of you breathe through gills? And eurgh, kissing. All the mouth-touching and tongues and the things Raleigh and Mako do to each other that offends his sensibilities and sets his ears burning. That'll be quite enough of those, thank you.
The Doctor's distracted for a few moments, thinking only of the days long past, of adventures and the time he'd almost killed the whale to end its excruciating torment, saved only by human compassion, and not his. "You couldn't just stand there and watch children cry." ]
Hmm? What? [ He takes a moment to process that question. ] Oh. It's burning up. [ "Our children screamed, as the sky grew hotter." He says, simply. ] Earth is dying.
[ Mako stiffens beside him, glancing up at Raleigh in barely concealed alarm, first Raleigh, then the Doctor. Earth, dying? No, it cannot be. Sharply, she asks, ] Was it the monsters? They managed to come back?
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Still.
The Doctor likes the both of them well enough -- Raleigh and Mako the Rangers, inseparable from each other, the ones who saved the world and lost so many of who they loved along the way. He took them both with him because he was lonely, because they understood what it meant, because he could show them the stars, the planets and the times gone by, times that are to come and he keeps them with him, these two precious, precious humans.
Mako takes to him easier, her avid curiosity mirroring his when they step into his TARDIS -- It's so much bigger on the inside -- yes, yes it is, would you like to see the engines?-- and the Doctor saw cautious fascination become something else; the TARDIS is an engineer's dream, a thing unlike any other. Mako and Raleigh both had made the decision without a word, the enigma of their bond capturing the Doctor's attention from time to time, how they would sometimes go without words and yet still come up with the exact same thing. Telepathy? No, no, it's so much more than that.
Raleigh, he understands. He can see the look in his eyes when humanity comes into the picture; the Doctor knows him instinctively, notices his instinctive aversion to crowds, his distrust of people, and oh, the Doctor sometimes wants to say, the beauty and the tragedy of humanity is that they so often rise above themselves, so often there are giants amongst men -- but so often, too, they become monsters amongst themselves.
They're both damaged creatures but the Doctor comes to love them all the same, his humans, his companions, and when Mako pops off to make tea, the Doctor opens the doors to the TARDIS and points outside, to the distance where the Star While bobs along, a massive creature with a creaking city and he smiles. Tries not to remember the Ponds, Amelia, lost to him forever. ]
A living, breathing city. They're on the way to another galaxy, finding a world they can live in. You're a beautiful race, you lot. Capable of the grandest things. [ And so often, the most cruel. Mako comes back with a tray, and the Doctor hums a pleased, bless you before he darts for his mug, trotting to the doorway.
And there it is, the slow, musical hum that begins to echo, an otherworldly ensemble of sound, bittersweet and hopeful. ] Listen. [ He murmurs, as he leans against the doorway. The Star Whale, the last of her species and so, so lonely but kind. ] She's singing.
[ Mako comes up beside Raleigh, the tray set aside and her own tea forgotten, and she doesn't say a thing when she watches the scene outside, the ancient sadness in the line of the Doctor's shoulders, ] Star Whale?
[ She asks him quietly, frowning. It looks like a kaiju. ]
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He forgoes the tea too, in favor of sliding an arm around her shoulders, because constant contact is a thing of theirs and he knows that it freaks the Doctor out sometimes when they're connected by the mouth and some of the kid in Raleigh does it on purpose around the Time Lord, just to bother him. Most of the time though, he just really doesn't even notice that the Doctor's there, so wrapped in Mako and their bond that nothing else matters.
He listens to the song for a minute, that sad and hopeful at the same time, and no, that's not like a kaiju either.]
What happened to Earth?
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The Doctor's distracted for a few moments, thinking only of the days long past, of adventures and the time he'd almost killed the whale to end its excruciating torment, saved only by human compassion, and not his. "You couldn't just stand there and watch children cry." ]
Hmm? What? [ He takes a moment to process that question. ] Oh. It's burning up. [ "Our children screamed, as the sky grew hotter." He says, simply. ] Earth is dying.
[ Mako stiffens beside him, glancing up at Raleigh in barely concealed alarm, first Raleigh, then the Doctor. Earth, dying? No, it cannot be. Sharply, she asks, ] Was it the monsters? They managed to come back?