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It had been three months since he met the kid. The Doctor had had an unusually high opinion of him – something of which Fitz was initially wary about. Normally if the Doctor was sweet on them, it was because they were… well, better than the average companion. It had also been a rather emotional time for the Doctor – he’d nearly been in tears and he kept checking up on the kid (Fitz would, at first, keep ‘accidentally’ remembering the kid’s name), and he was being overall… concerned. It was driving Fitz bonkers, and Adric’s smug attitude certainly didn’t help matters.
He was a tolerable version of Compassion, or very nearly, and Fitz was hesitant to compare even his worst enemy to that TARDIS from Hell. But, despite himself, the kid – Adric – had grown on him. The Doctor often suggested that behind his carefully rugged attitude (that quite easily fell apart, but dammit, he tried) was a soft spot for children.
And women. Always the women.
Fitz was curled up in one of the many library seats with a copy of one of Lovecraft’s original manuscripts (the Doctor seemed to have all sorts of rare copies of things) when he heard the library doors open. He looked up, staring at Adric. “Hey,” he said, his voice slightly thick from disuse. “What’s crackin’?” he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips. After he had discovered Adric’s disability with humor and sarcasm, Fitz had made it his sole mission in life to confuse the kid as often as he could.
Adric still couldn't believe how much the Doctor had been fussing over him. He wasn't this.... worriedly in his last regeneration, or at least the last regeneration Adric had seen the Doctor in. Every fifteen minuets the Doctor had look in on him, almost as if to check to see if he was still there. And then there was Fitz. For some reason he didn't really like Adric, or at least that's what Adric thought. But the again Adric wasn't too fond of him either.
Adric pushed open the library doors, at least this area hadn't changed much. He looked down at Fitz, who was sitting in one of the library's many chairs. " Whats cracking? Nothings cracking, at least I don't think it is.." Adric thought about what Fitz had said for a moment, then decided that it was another one of his 'sayings'. For some reason he enjoyed seeing Adric flounder to figure out what he was talking about. He scowled, then walked over to the book shelf taking down the first book he saw. And walked over to one of the chairs, particularly the farthest one from Fitz, and started reading, while keeping one eye on Fitz just in case...
He fought the urge to grin as Adric insisted that nothing was cracking. Fitz finally let out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “It doesn’t mean literally,” he said. Although… at Adric’s scowl and the way he walked rather pointedly to the chair on the other side of the room, Fitz had a feeling that Adric didn’t want to figure out what it meant. He remained in his seat, watching Adric as the boy watched him out of the corner of his eye. Fitz let out a long sigh, a little annoyed at the lack of trust. Though, to be fair, Fitz had given the kid grief ever since he introduced himself.
“You know,” Fitz said, rubbing at his temples. “I’m really not the bad guy here. I’m just giving you a hard time,” he continued, still not moving closer to Adric. “I just mean to ask you… how’s life? How are you?”
Adric looked at Fitz with a slightly puzzled expression. “Why would you want to give me a bad time? I haven’t done anything to you.” Well, he hadn't done anything to him yet. But if Fitz continued with giving Adric a ‘bad time’, he might reconsider things… “Oh… I’m fine. What’s cracking with you?” Not that it bothered Adric much to know how he was, he was just trying to be polite. Which was a very hard thing for him to do. But he had learned to be more careful of people’s feelings when Tegan and Nyssa started traveling with the Doctor and himself… Adrics eyes glazed over as he thought about life on board the TARDIS before he went aboard the freighter.
At first he didn't really like Nyssa and Tegan that much, he thought they were incredibly annoying. But gradually he started to warm up to them. He even started to enjoy spending time alone with the girls, and he loved nothing more then beating Nyssa in chess. Every single game they played.. He missed them so much, and it still hurt him to think of the pain his so called death caused them. The pain his ‘death’ might still be causing them today. If they were still alive that is.. The Doctor had told Adric that it had been a very long time sense he had traveled with him. What if in that period of time Nyssa and Tegan already lived their full lives? He couldn't think about that now. No use living in the past.
He blinked a few times to clear his mind, then looked back at Fitz. “Eh, sorry.” He noticed that he had accidentally zoned out for a few minuets.
“What?” Fitz asked, puffing out his cheeks irritably. “No, a hard time isn’t a bad time. It’s not a bad time!” he repeated, looking exasperatedly at the kid. “It’s just… joshing around. Er,” Fitz stammered, realizing that Adric would probably want to know who ‘Josh’ was. “It just means that I was… joking with you. You know what jokes are, don’t you? Everyone knows what a joke is. Right?” he asked, a bit desperately as he was running out of definitions for it. Fitz liked to consider himself a comedian, but he had no idea how to explain it.
He settled down slightly when Adric returned the question. “Nothing’s cracking,” he said, the phrase sounding tin now that he’d had to explain it. “I was just reading.” He continued to ramble about what else he had been doing, but Fitz caught Adric’s vacant expression and began to spin a wild story about he and the Doctor had just finish capturing invincible space-rhinos and selling them to an art museum where they would be sculpted and immortalized.
“—and then we introduced the space rhinos to communism, and that was a laugh. Oh, and then the Doctor wore a bright pink tutu and we had to teach the Zygons how to ballet dance for the Royal Rhino Ballet,” Fitz finished, a smirk tugging on his lips as Adric blinked and then focused back on Fitz. He shrugged at the apology. “It’s all right. So, what were you reading?”
Adric closed his book, to look at the cover. Evidently he had taken down a book on quantum physics. That’s interesting, he hadn’t really focused any of his attention in that area. He looked back at Fitz,“ Um, Quantum Physics for beginners.” He set the book out across his lap, deciding that it couldn’t hurt to try and have a conversation with Fitz. He hadn’t really tried anyway, he had been too busy getting used to the new Doctor, or fitz’s use of language.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, “How long have you been traveling with the Doctor?” Adric thought that this was a good way to start a conversation. Better then asking why the Doctor would even let someone like Fitz travel with him. This time he gave Fitz…. Most of his attention, but hey, Adric was really trying. In his own way.
He was never known for his social demeanor anyway, his intelligence definitely. But he lacked experience in certain areas. It came from his sheltered life on Alzarius, and his delinquent background. That’s what Adric liked to believe anyway.
Quantum Physics for Beginners. Figures, didn’t it? Fitz managed a wry smile. “Just a bit of light reading, then,” he quipped. There was a bit of an awkward silence until Adric prompted another question, earning a slightly relieved sigh from the older man. “A few years,” he answered, though he wasn’t quite sure. It was hard to count the years when they didn’t go in order. “A long time,” he amended.
Fitz looked at the boy curiously. The Doctor was obviously very fond of the kid – he’d nearly been in tears when he had discovered Adric alive. ‘Nearly’ being a polite understatement. “How long did you travel with him? Before you ‘died’, anyway.”
Adric thought for a moment. How long had he been traveling with the Doctor? He never really kept track of time, that was kind of hard to do when you were on the TARDIS. Though to be honest, he hadn't really been traveling with the doctor for that long before he ‘died’. A few months at least, maybe even a year. “Not that long actually.” He bit the inside of lip thinking of a way to explain it to Fitz. He had learned early on that Fitz wasn't the smartest person in the universe. Adric had even tried explaining to Fitz in simpler words what the Doctor was doing, or saying so he could understand it. That usually resulted in a glare, and a few mumbled words that Adric couldn't quite make out.
“I would say about a year, maybe longer.” That was one of the reason’s why Adric was so surprised when the Doctor made a big deal over his existence. He hadn't spent a lot of time with his Doctor, and when he did it usually ended with an argument over something or other. But he had to admit, it did feel good to be missed in such a way.
Fitz was a bit surprised by that answer. By the way the Doctor talked about Adric – that he’d been there for two of the Doctor’s regenerations, Fitz had assumed the kid had been with him for more than just a year. He’d mentioned once or twice that Fitz was one of the only ones who had ‘managed’ to stay for a while. Fitz had assumed at first it was because of the Doctor’s unbearable way of always being right, but after dying a few times and seeing others killed around him, he’d realized it was because the Doctor ignited danger around him.
“Huh. You two must have been good friends, though, if he missed you that much. He’s regenerated a lot since then. What’d he say, three times? And he had amnesia. So for him to still remember you, you must have really left an impression on him.”
Adric was shocked to find out that the Doctor had remembered him through all that. They hadn't even gotten along very well when he had traveled with him. Adric sometimes got the feeling that the Doctor hated him, and the only reason he was still around was because venturing into E-space would be too dangerous. He even figured out a way to go back into E-sapce without killing the TARDIS, not that he would ever use it. Whatever the Doctor did or said to Adric, he always stayed loyal to him. In his eyes the Doctor was all the family he had left.
"I wouldn't say we were that good of friends... We were constantly arguing before my ;death'" Not that they didn't argue now. Thankfully this Doctor had more patience than Adrics Doctor had.. and their arguments weren't as big as they used to be. It was more like.... friendly bickering. "The Doctor seems to like you more then he did me anyway. You two get along better, and your... smarter then me.. in some areas." Adric looked at the ground as he said this, he wasn't really to talking about the knowledge he lacks in. It always made him feel like he was back on Alzarious, with his brothers clan. They always made him feel inferior.
“Really? I can’t imagine that, the way he treats you,” Fitz said, raising an eyebrow. “You sure it was actually arguing and not him trying to make you think more?” he suggested. “He and Sam would have rows when he wanted her to think about something.” As Adric stated that the Doctor liked Fitz better, Fitz chuckled and shrugged.
“Only seems that way because I’m the only thing he knows. We’ve been through a lot together. A lot. But he doesn’t like me better. He’s just… used to me, is all,” he said. “And there’s no way I’m smarter than you. Are you talking about the jokes? That’s nothing, really,” he said, brushing it off as he noted Adric’s downcast look. “I could teach you some slang.”
Color raised into Adric's cheeks. What Fitz said was true.. The Doctor was always trying to get him to think more, Adric was just too stubborn to admit it. He didn't need anyone to tell him to think, he was a mathematical elite on his home planet. He was practically the smartest one there, apart from his brother of course.
Adric perked up a little when he offered to teach him some.. slang? He didn't know what that was, but he wasn't going to turn down Fitz's offer. "Would you? That would be great." Maybe now people won't be so fast to exclude him in their conversations. Maybe he could even make some friends. He's never really had friends...
“Hey, I wasn’t trying to insult you,” Fitz said as Adric’s cheeks reddened. “I didn’t mean ‘make you think’ like you don’t already, just…” he paused, tapping his lips as he rephrased his words. “I meant, he’s probably just trying to challenge you.”
He shrugged at Adric’s enthusiasm. “Slang is just phrases that don’t mean what they say. Like, if you’re talking to someone and you want to know how they’re doing, ‘what’s up’ or ‘what’s cracking’ or even ‘what’s shaking’. They all mean the same thing.”
“Why not just ask how they're doing instead of making it so complicated.” It seemed silly to Adric to go through all that trouble just to ask how someone was. But if he really did want to fit in.. he'd actually have to listen to what Fitz had to say, without arguing. Much.
“So... like a metaphor?” It made sense to him, if you were supposed to talk to people in phrases that didn't mean what they meant.. then wouldn't it be a metaphor or simile? Human grammar was too complicated. He couldn't understand how the Doctor put up with them, let alone understood them.
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“Because that isn’t how it works,” Fitz explained. “It’s slang. Friendlier than coming up to people and being formal with them. On your planet, you didn’t have slang? You didn’t talk to your friends and family differently than you did your teachers?” he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows.
He couldn’t imagine being so stiff all the time. He’d had to put on his best behavior when he was younger around his mother, but after growing up he’d become a lot more relaxed. Fitz shrugged. “Sort of a metaphor, but not exactly. It’s just… you know, talking.”
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