Oncoming Storms Prompt 2 - Distress Signal

[thecricketer]

"We need help, Doctor." Peri's voice trembled, only slightly. Erimem's head turned feverishly in her lap; she held a wet cloth against her forehead that the Doctor had soaked in a stream reflecting a red sun.

He nodded absently, focused on creating a fire with unfamiliar kindling. He didn't even know what kind of smoke signals there were here, if they were even recognised as such, but he had to try.

They were in a clearing, full of pale grass that turned to sparse shades in the gloomy night. They'd been running before Erimem collapsed, and it was daylight when the Doctor carried her here, Peri alert and anxious at his side.

They were both tired, hungry, worried out of their minds. If they were found it might well be by the wrong people.

They couldn't take the chance of waiting until morning, of resting and recovering. He didn't know what was wrong, how serious it was, how fast it worked.

He worked in relative silence for a time, punctured only by clashing wood and ghostly wind and deep breaths.

"Doctor, I know you don't like guns but I did manage to grab this thing and–"

"I'll show you the stun setting," he murmured.

"...Right. Good. When?"

"When I get this fire going!" he shouted, turning to glare at her before his expression softened.

"I'm...sorry, Peri." She swallowed, and nodded, and took one of his hands.

"We'll be okay. She'll...she'll be okay." He offered a faint, assuring smile and set back to work.

"I trust you," a hopeful whisper on the fretful wind, and he could only hope it wasn't misplaced.

Comments

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She grins.

Methos: *half-smile* Oh, indeed.

((*wails* Everyone went away, so I went to bed...))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He bows. I'm not sure why, I think he's caught up.

Evil!Five: You'll keep me waiting, will you?

((*has Five pout at you*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She's amused by that, apparently.

Methos: Anticipation is half the fun.

((*flails at the pout*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His eyes are twinkling, and he asks if he's still a gentleman at least on occasion.

Evil!Five: Provided it doesn't carry on too long.

((Five: *comforts* ... Mun: *whaps him*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says as he apparently carried her away from the about to explode MRI machine, she supposes he is, occasionally, a gentleman. She manages it with a straight face.

Methos: Ah, but how long is too long to such as us?

((*curls up on him, sniffly, hating on 'net* *lets the kitten meow*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His lips quirk but he looks completely serious as he says that he does make a habit of carrying lovely women about.

Evil!Five: You're lucky I've managed to lengthen my attention span.

Jab at the normal Doctors? Nah. ;p

((Five: *holds and pats and hates on it right with you* *snuggles the kitty, too* ...That icon. XD))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She actually blushes just a bit at that but grins and says she'll keep that in mind and not let it go to her head.

Methos: Or you are. It doesn't affect me much at all, really, does it?

((She's being pathetic again. And apparently chattering at birds and wanting to pounce them? *eyes kitty warily* *pets icon lots* I love Methos' icons so...))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His eyes twinkle as he says that a woman would have to be particularly lovely for him to ask her along.

Evil!Five: Why bother at all, then?

((Five gives her a stern look - amid the petting - and says the birds haven't done anything to her.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She wants to know if he's flirting with her.

Methos: I'm easily amused.

((She sits down and takes a bath? This seems to be her standard response to scolding))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He blinks and says he doesn't think so.

Evil!Five: And I'm often too curious for my own good. *wryly* Fate has brought us together, I'm sure.

((It's a good response, really, because Five's too busy smiling at the cute to go on.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She's relieved. Everything is confusing enough.

Methos: *grins* So it seems.

((Awwwwwwwwww. See, that's what she wants to hear. Though honestly, I don't think she's ever going to want to change back. She's off comforting Byron as a kitten even))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He agrees wholeheartedly.

Evil!Five: *grins back* Rather nice of her, really. I do admit I enjoy pretty puzzles.

((Five says he likes her even better as a person? ...Awwww. Is it working?))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She doesn't think it should have to be so messy.

Methos: *chuckles* Do you?

((Awwww. She thinks that's too complicated, I think. She's not being rational, being a kitten. And they fell asleep on the sofa together, with her purring, so I think it worked?

http://the-corsair.livejournal.com/42255.html?thread=1698575#t1698575 ))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He wishes it wasn't, but supposed he should have known it would be.

Evil!Five: *the grin widens* Very much.

((He understands. ...Awwwww.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She agrees with that wholeheartedly and is recommitting herself to staying out of the mess.

Methos: *beams* Excellent.

((*pets him* I know. They're too cute.))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He wishes her luck.

Evil!Five: Would you mind terribly offering a poor Time Lord some pieces?

((They are! After reading that prompt I want to hug him. ...So does Five, actually. Well. An awkward pat on the shoulder at least.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says a rather wry thank you.

Methos: Which piece are you looking for in particular?

((*pets him* He'd probably appreciate some sort of something. It's a hard day, I'm sure.))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He smiles faintly and apologises for it being so complicated.

Evil!Five: Which are you willing to show?

((*sends him over there*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She shrugs a little, says it's not like it's actually his fault.

Methos: *smirks* I'm willing to show quite a bit.

((*pets him again*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He does as well, and says he just figured someone should.

Evil!Five: *raises his eyebrows, takes a step* Oh? Little by little, I suppose?

((*kicks Comcast* Won't even let me on long enough to sign into Trilli. Bastard.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She'll admit someone probably should.

Methos: *slow smile* There are some things worth taking slow.

((*wails* I just now got home. Ping me if you do get on and I'll sign on....))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He asks if she has anyone else in mind.

Evil!Five: Hmm. I always did like to savour.

((*snugs, nods* Will do. I'm gonna try restarting after this, see if it helps at all.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She sighs and says his future self isn't likely to.

Methos: *purrs* As do I.

((Okies. *hopes* ))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He says that he can surprise people, sometimes - and he's probably rather oblivious really.

Evil!Five: *he's closer now, fancy that, a rather catlike smile curving his lips, his voice low* Should be mutually benificial, then.

((Am on! *glees* *keeps fingers crossed*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says he surprises her a lot.

Methos: Oh, I certainly hope so.