Dawn || closed @thedimensionalrose
The Doctor was no stranger to uncomfortable positions. After 900 years he’d thought he’d faced them all — twice. But nothing, absolutely nothing, quite compared to this. What in the world was he supposed to do? The back of the jeep toting the motley crew from Dårlig Ulv-Stranden back to London was boring. He was restless. He needed to move and talk and do something, anything but there was nothing. What was he supposed to do? Sit there and stare out the bloody window and think? Yes, yes it was. No one was talking or doing anything. It was bloody well driving him mental. There were just too many things in his head that he didn’t want to examine.
Never before he been so grateful to see the familiar sights of London. With the exception of the zeppelins flying overhead it was almost the exact same. Even in the silence of the vehicle there was a relief in being there. Almost done. Then maybe he and Rose could get away and talk, or something. Talk, yes. They probably needed to do that.
From the corner of his eye he could see her sitting next to him, staring out the opposite window. What was she thinking? Did she regret being here? Did she regret that he wasn’t the real Doctor? A sort of bitterness filled his chest that even he didn’t have the heart to properly examine right then. It had been a long day and he was filled with a sort of weariness that he’d never felt before. Surely a byproduct of his new less than biologically superior body. Down into the depth it went, back with all of his other demons where it was sure to rear it’s ugly head from one day. Just not today.
"So, where are we going?" He asked the pair in the front, leaning forward a bit so he could see them a bit better. "Pete’s or Torchwood or…" The Doctor trailed off, realizing that he didn’t exactly know much else about this universe — sure he’d been there once before but it hardly made him an expert in it.