bonnypiperlad: (older!jamie - unconscious)
Jamie McCrimmon ([personal profile] bonnypiperlad) wrote in [community profile] luministi2011-10-06 01:36 am

✧ 05 ✧

[Before taking up Nathan on his offer to send him home, Jamie heads back to his townhouse. There's a few things that were left behind that he needs to fetch, like his claymore. And maybe a few other small things that he's kept as mementos of his trip here. He doesn't know if they'll come with him or not, but he wants to try. However, once he steps through the door, he finds himself wandering through the different rooms, rather than immediately collecting his things. It's funny, he thinks. When he had come here, everything was unknown to him. The technology, the people - the man calling himself the Doctor, who didn't look a thing like the funny little man he had just said goodbye to on the moors of Scotland. None of it made any sense. And when the dreams had started, it had made everything even more strange. All those bits of a life he no longer remembered living...for a bit, he thought he was going mad.

He remembers it now, though. Or, well, most of it. Enough that he can recall his adventures with the Doctor easily. All the beasties they fought, all the times they had to live on their wits, and all the people he had come to meet as well. Ben and Polly, who thought of him a bit like a little brother that was always getting into trouble. Beautiful Victoria, who had broken his heart when she left. And clever Zoe, with her head for figures and an impulsive streak to rival his own. Zoe, who was now back home, like he was supposed to be, and without her memories too. What would happen to his memories, when he left? Would Sophie's socks survive the journey and help them stay put? Or would they slip away from him again, leaving him like he was before?

Standing in front of the viewscreen in his living room, he looks at it, or more accurately, through it. He's not really seeing it. Instead, he's thinking about Nathan's offer. The man needs help, and what does he have to go back to? A life on the run, captured or killed by the English? A life without the Doctor? Without realizing it, the CAT's flickered to life during his trip through the townhouse, and if anyone's actually watching, they might see the indecision on his face as he tries to figure out what to do - and when he finally does speak.]


Maybe it'd not be so bad, if I stayed here instead.

((OOC note: For reference, the thread with the Doctor is occurring last, chronologically.))
fortune_sought: (Looking Sideways)

[personal profile] fortune_sought 2011-10-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Sophie is watching from where she's sitting in the living room of her own townhouse, her hands clasped around her abdomen, which has grown quite a bit in the last several weeks. she's concerned by the expression on his face, though she's not sure what help she might be able to offer. still, she does want to speak to him before she leaves, and maybe just someone to listen could help him]

Jamie, are you all right?
fortune_sought: (Positive)

[personal profile] fortune_sought 2011-10-08 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[she is quiet for a moment before saying, gently:] Would you like to come over for tea? Or I could go there, if you'd prefer.
fortune_sought: (Over Shoulder)

[personal profile] fortune_sought 2011-10-09 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Please do! It's open.

[Sophie is in the kitchen, just arranging two cups of tea on a platter of scones]

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bit_impossible: (Doctor-You think so?)

[personal profile] bit_impossible 2011-10-08 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[the Doctor sees it appear on his own CAT, but he doesn't use it to respond. instead, he quietly enters Jamie's townhome. his feeling that Jamie would be here is easily proven correct.]

Is that right? It's not a bad little town when you think about it. [he steps into the living room slowly, sniffing] Well, when you ignore certain aspects of it, anyway.
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Subtle Smile)

[personal profile] bit_impossible 2011-10-09 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Nope! [he smiles a bit crookedly, hands tucked into his coat pockets] Not just yet.

[walks over to him] You're right, it is a bit weird. But don't think whatever you're thinking of isn't important.
bit_impossible: (Doctor-Far off gaze)

[personal profile] bit_impossible 2011-10-16 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[looks at him, his expression becoming serious] Many, many times since I was last with you and Zoe. I'm a different man than I was all those years ago, and I've learned since then that are times when you simply can't run. And this is one of those times.

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[personal profile] desertdaggers 2011-10-08 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't seem so bad when there's not something hanging over us.
desertdaggers: (bugs mean poison)

[personal profile] desertdaggers 2011-10-10 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[he shakes his head] Too much going on back home. And… well. I miss home and my friends an awful lot.
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[personal profile] desertdaggers 2011-10-11 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
Well… what is there you like about staying, and on the other hand, leaving?

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[identity profile] irreversibly.livejournal.com 2011-10-08 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Is there something wrong?

[identity profile] irreversibly.livejournal.com 2011-10-10 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The way he said it -- "maybe it'd not be so bad" -- and the look on his face... It worried Xion that maybe something's not right back home for him.]

Do you wanna talk it out?

[identity profile] irreversibly.livejournal.com 2011-10-12 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
What's -- who's -- waiting for you back home?

[identity profile] wind-of-reason.livejournal.com 2011-10-10 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Mister Jamie...

It can be hard to choose, ne?

[identity profile] wind-of-reason.livejournal.com 2011-10-11 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I don't mind at all!

When I left, I was returned to the exact time and place that I was taken from. I didn't remember anything from what had happened, and there seemed to be nothing different about me. I went on and lived my life for a whole year as normal.

[identity profile] wind-of-reason.livejournal.com 2011-10-13 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry. I think so, if the same thing happens as last time.

Does this make your decision more difficult?