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Silas turned the Vortex Manipulator off, but found himself falling into the water instead of the dock. The water was ice cold and punched air out of the young Time Lord's lungs. Gasping for air he managed to climb out of the water.
Shakily he looked around, unsure of where he has winded up. Silas managed to get to his feet, pressing buttons on the manipulator all he got was sparks and weak whine from the machine, "Oh no.." He looked at the water, cursing at it, "Mom and Dad is going to kill me.." He said as the young Time Lord looked around. He ran his fingers though his, ice cold, soaked hair. He sighed as Silas walked off the dock.
Looking around he saw beings that looked like himself and wondered if they were Time Lords, but they did not smell like one to the young Time Lord's surprise. Reaching into his pockets he found some money that his mother had given him, it was not much, it might be enough to get him a small meal somewhere. Stuffing it back into his pockets he walked along quietly, wondering if his mother and father would be able to find him.
The cold air was not helping with the fact that he is still practically frozen from falling into the bay. Crossing his arms in hope of at least warming his hands up, found that the cold jacket sleeves were just making his hands that much colder. Walking along quietly he just looked at the ground, "Why did I do something so stupid?" He asked himself, kicking at a rock on the pathway as Silas walked along. Looking up at the sky, Silas expected to see his parent's TARDIS flying through the sky as they came to look for him.
Seeing only rain clouds forming he looked back down, having no where to go for shelter he will just have bear it, or at least a bridge to take shelter under. He kicked at the rock harder, and accidentally hit a window, smashing it, gasping he took off in a run.
Running into an alley Silas stopped to catch his breath. He looked out at the shop across the street as people surrounded the scene, there were chatters as people were trying to figure out what had happened. Hoping that no one saw what he did, Silas walked out to the street and started walking away.
He noticed there were people looking at him including a cop, his hearts pounding he took off in a sprint, the officer chasing him. Turning into an alley he climbed over the fence. seeing just a dead end he stopped at a door, getting out his screwdriver he unlocked the door and got inside, locking the door good and tight behind him. Breathing heavily as he leaned against the door before walking out to find he was in a clothes shop, "Great..." He muttered.
Blue prided himself on living a pretty uneventful life. Sure, there had been moments of vague excitement as he switched owners from time to time, but overall his life had been a wonderful and simple experience. He didn’t mind the monotony that he used to in his youth. He didn’t crave adventure or excitement. He was excellent at being left alone. He hadn’t had an owner in at least five years – his perception filter on the Lamp was rather strong. His job at the bank was going as well as ever – boring, slow, uninteresting, and very utterly Blue. He went through the routine of his day without much change.
He slept, although it was unnecessary for a Djinn, it helped pass the time. He made himself a small lettuce and tomato sandwich for breakfast. He went to work and dealt with the humans with a dull thrum in his mind. Foreign currency, savings, loans, financial managing. He got off work, picked up cat food occasionally, and went to his apartment. He didn’t stop to talk with people and people didn’t generally appear anxious to talk with the tall man with the unruly raven hair. Perhaps some humans would consider his existence lonely, but Blue knew that there was a difference between solitary and lonely.
Today, however, he had the unfortunate task of breaking his routine. Blue had been trying to assist a kitten in getting out of a tree – he liked cats. He liked their solitary and solemn nature. They reminded him of himself. Anyway, the kitten hadn’t appreciated the help very much and had thrown up on Blue’s shirt. The Djinn had managed to get the orange mess off his shirt for the most part, and he’d cleaned it several times at the nearest Laundromat. Nonetheless, the lesson had been learned. He needed more suits.
Blue walked down the streets silently, dodging people as they brushed by him to get to their destination. He heard a loud crashing behind him, but he didn’t heed it much mind as he continued to the clothing store. There was various screaming and a policeman screaming at someone to stop. Blue shrugged off the noises and walked into the clothing store, wishing that there was a blanket of silence around him. He wasn’t much of one for loud and obnoxious noises. Unfortunately, the planet seemed to specialize in just that. Loud and obnoxious noises.
The Djinn made his way to the back of the store, looking around at the styles with a frown on his face. His hands were trembling as he valiantly ignored the music playing softly in the store. Blue tried to block out the music and especially the singing. Finally, however, irritated and annoyed by the constant harping and repetition, he glared up to the speakers and it sparked, the music droning to a stop. A small smile tugged on his lips as he continued shopping.
His ears perked again, however, as he heard a sonic screwdriver being used against the employee-only exit. He stared at the door with wide eyes as the scent of a Time Lord wafted through the store. Soon the door opened, and a sopping wet boy stepped through hurriedly and relocked it. Blue could smell the adrenaline pouring off the boy, and he could sense humans approaching the door. He averted his eyes, deciding not to get involved as he turned back to the clothes.
“Great…” the boy muttered.
Blue’s helpful instincts finally kicked in and he sighed, focusing on the water’s energy and heating it, but making sure not to move his eyes away from the clothes in front of him. The evaporation would cool the boy’s skin, but at least it would have a warming effect on the clothes. “You might not want to walk around London whilst wet, Time Lord,” he said shortly. “It’ll draw more attention than it is worth.”
Blue’s helpful instincts finally kicked in and he sighed, focusing on the water’s energy and heating it, but making sure not to move his eyes away from the clothes in front of him. The evaporation would cool the boy’s skin, but at least it would have a warming effect on the clothes. “You might not want to walk around London whilst wet, Time Lord,” he said shortly. “It’ll draw more attention than it is worth.”
"London? What? Who.. are you?" Silas asked the Djinn, since he has not quite grasped his Time Lord abilities he was not able to tell if Blue was an alien or not. He shivered lightly at the feeling of cool air hitting him and put his hands into his pockets. Seeing a Bobby, Silas hid under a clothes rack and waited for the Bobby to pass by.
Peeking out between some clothes he saw the human was gone. With a sigh he plopped down onto the floor, feeling tired, scared and hungry Silas wished that he was back at his parents in the TARDIS.
While sitting there, hiding, he pressed at the manipulator buttons but he got nothing, as though it was completely dead, "Ah man.. dad is going to kill me.." Silas said quietly still trying to figure out how the Djinn knew what he was, maybe he was just an alien geek but then a Time Lord looks like a human.
Blue raised an eyebrow. Did this child really not what London was? Nonetheless, Blue shook his head slightly and continued rifling through the clothes. “You may call me Blue,” he said simply, deciding to answer a question at a time. The boy may have smelled Time Lord, but he must be a young one if he had not encountered the Jinn, or at least smell that Blue wasn’t human. And if the Time Lord was that young, wasn’t it dangerous for him to be out on the streets? The Djinn gazed curiously at the boy, but it wasn’t his place to ask.
The boy dove underneath a clothes rack. Blue blinked, startled at the sudden motion and how the rack moved backwards slightly. Blue silently moved the clothes in front of the boy as a policeman walked by then. Blue smiled politely and offered a quiet hello, before returning to ‘look’ at the clothes. The policeman continued out of the store, mentioning as he went out over his radio that they lost the kid. Blue sighed, wondering why he was such a good person and why people seemed to surround him were in trouble with the law. But still, he was a good person.
Blue knelt down beside the boy, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you run away?” he asked, tilting his head. “Here. How about I get you some lunch and we can figure out how to get in touch with your father?” he said blandly, helping the boy to his feet.
Blue knelt down beside the boy, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you run away?” he asked, tilting his head. “Here. How about I get you some lunch and we can figure out how to get in touch with your father?” he said blandly, helping the boy to his feet.
Mark jumped a little when Blue moved the clothes out of view and knelt down by him. The boy looked at the Djinn,"At first yes.. but after experiencing something.. I uh.. want to get back to my parents.."He replied quietly. Silas was not sure of what to think, "Sure.." In response to being offered lunch, "But.. my parents are not of this planet.." Silas told him, "How can we contact them? Dad is miles away.. maybe even light years. And how do I know he is looking for me? For all I know he can be celebrating the fact that I am gone." Silas said as the Djinn helped him to his feet.
People around them probably thought that the boy was psychotic or possibly abused at home from what they were hearing, the young Time Lord did not care, he was scared and just wanted to get back home. Tears came to the boy's eyes as he stepped out of the clothes rack.
Blue remained in place, watching as the boy jumped. He frowned slightly as the boy explained his situation. “At first yes,” the young Time Lord explained. “I uh… want to get back to my parents…” he finished. Blue nodded. It was like that with many of the young runaways he found. They had gotten their taste of independence and freedom, and they hadn’t enjoyed it. The Jinn were like as well – some of the young of their kind would try to run from their Caretakers. It was a foolish action that got reprimanded fairly quickly, but Blue realized that not many of the species was as well-disciplined as his.
“And you can’t speak with them?” he asked, touching the Vortex Manipulator gently. It did seem to be water-logged, but shouldn’t be anything that he wouldn’t be able to fix. At least, that’s how he planned, but lately how he planned things and how they happened were two very different things.
“But…my parents are not of this planet. How can we contact them? Dad is miles away… maybe even light years. And how do I know he is looking for me?” the young man asked anxiously, staring up at Blue as the Djinn helped him stand. “For all I know he can be celebrating the fact that I am gone.”
Blue smiled a little and patted the boy’s cheek comfortingly as he recognized the tears. “Young Lord of Time,” he said, his voice low as he ignored his original mission inside of the clothes store. He grabbed a hat and a jacket that seemed like it would fit the boy and paid for it, handing it to the young man as they left the building. “You’ll have to trust me when I tell that you that there is no greater bond than a parent with their child. They will be turning over every rock, stone, and vase to find you.”
“Do you have any particular liking for a certain type of Earth food?” Blue asked, walking down the street with both hands in his pocket.
Blue smiled a little and patted the boy’s cheek comfortingly as he recognized the tears. “Young Lord of Time,” he said, his voice low as he ignored his original mission inside of the clothes store. He grabbed a hat and a jacket that seemed like it would fit the boy and paid for it, handing it to the young man as they left the building. “You’ll have to trust me when I tell that you that there is no greater bond than a parent with their child. They will be turning over every rock, stone, and vase to find you.”
Mark felt stupid for being emotional in front of a man he did not even know, but with being a child and scared on top of that, being on a planet he knows nothing about, and then seeing something awful on another planet, who would not want to cry his or her eyes out?
But he felt comforted that young Silas ran into someone that seemed to care, and as what the boy could sense, this man would not hurt him. That much he could tell. The young Time Lord naturally followed the Djinn around the store as he grabbed a jacket and a hat, they would not fit the Djinn, the Time Lord thought as he watched the man grab the clothing and pay for them.
While following the Djinn out the man handed him the bag and figured the clothing is meant to hide him away from the authorities that might still be looking for Mark. Without question he slipped the jacket on, being sure to remove the tag and slipped the hat on, "Thank you Blue."
“Do you have any particular liking for a certain type of Earth food?” Blue asked, walking down the street with both hands in his pocket.
Mark walked up until he was right next to the Djinn, "I have never been to this planet before." He told the man, "This is my first time.. not even my dad would bring me here when he had something to do here." Mark added in.
Blue looked away sheepishly when the boy continued to cry. He couldn’t very well just demand that the young Time Lord stop. He knew from experience wishing away tears merely made them come back even harder. The boy had a reason to cry – he was abandoned on a new planet around creatures that were xenophobic even to their own species. He seemed to be calming down though – evidently Blue was just good for being there as he hadn’t needed to say much of anything for the boy to feel better.
“Thank you Blue.”
The Djinn shrugged and observed the young Time Lord in the jacket and hat. “It’s my job to help people,” he said simply, sticking his hands in his pockets as he continued down the street. He looked over at the boy again. “You never told me your name,” Blue requested. He crossed the street, taking the young Time Lord’s hand while he did so. Although it may have embarrassed the teenager, he didn’t want to have to explain to an angry father and mother Time Lord why their son was flattened into a pancake while he was babysitting.
“I have never been to this planet before. This is my first time… not even my dad would bring me here when he had something to do here.”
Blue scoffed. “I wouldn’t bring my son here either. You’re better off pretending to be human, kid,” he warned, leaning closer to the young Time Lord and pulling him to a stop. “This is very important. Humans kill other humans without a thought – and some of them hunt down aliens. There are also non-humans who bring other non-humans to those killers,” he explained quietly, lowering his voice so the boy would realize what he was saying was important. “Under no circumstances can you tell anyone else what you are until you are off this planet.”
With that speech underway, Blue straightened and opened the restaurant door. It was a small sandwich shop, but it was Blue’s favorite place to eat. They had the best lettuce and tomato sandwich, and he heard that their chicken sandwich was delicious as well.
“It’s my job to help people,” he said simply, sticking his hands in his pockets as he continued down the street. He looked over at the boy again. “You never told me your name,” Blue requested. He crossed the street, taking the young Time Lord’s hand while he did so.
Mark looked at Blue, feeling more comforted now, the fact that at least someone looked out for others was comforting, even with his dad being a Time Lord he found it hard to find help. The boy looked at the Djinn, "My name is Mark Owen." He was embarrassed at the fact that he has not yet been given a Time Lord name... or has not chosen one. He was not sure why the man grabbed his hand as they crossed the street but when he saw a foam cup get smashed to pieces he understood why.
Blue scoffed. “I wouldn’t bring my son here either. You’re better off pretending to be human, kid,” he warned, leaning closer to the young Time Lord and pulling him to a stop. “This is very important. Humans kill other humans without a thought – and some of them hunt down aliens. There are also non-humans who bring other non-humans to those killers,” he explained quietly, lowering his voice so the boy would realize what he was saying was important. “Under no circumstances can you tell anyone else what you are until you are off this planet.”
Mark looked at Blue, "Pretending to be human? Well if my mom is correct I am just as bad at acting as my dad is." He said with a small laugh, he looked at the Djinn wide eyed when he stopped him, everything that the man was telling him made the young man's hearts pound. Mark nodded quickly, "Yes sir." He said quietly with a nod.
He followed Blue into the restaurant and looked around slowly, he was not sure of what to think at all, it looked comfy but he was not sure at all of what sort of restaurant this is or what to make of it. When ever his parents made something to eat it was always home cooking, never out to eat foods except for when they were exploring a peaceful planet. The boy looked to Blue, unsure of what he was meant to do.
Mark Owen? Just how young was the Time Lord? Certainly he wasn’t old enough to have been given a proper Time Lord name – although Blue was admittedly not an expert on Time Lord culture; he’d known more than his fair share of Time Lords and had two Time Lord masters. They were the Dark Lord and the Corsair. “Well met, Mark Owen,” he said lightly, smiling at the boy to ease his nerves still.
“Well if my mom is correct I am just as bad at acting as my dad is,” Mark said. Blue fixed him with a stern stare and continue his speech, trying to put across how important that he was convincing. If Mark was old enough to fend for himself it would be different – but he was a fledgling Time Lord with no way home and no knowledge of Earth or its culture. “Yes sir,” Mark finally said, quiet and tentative.
“Hey, I don’t mean to scare you,” he said, frowning slightly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Mark. Earth can be a beautiful place and maybe one day your parents will show you that,” he continued. Blue hesitated, but patted the boy’s back awkwardly. Was that what you did with teenagers when comforting them? He had no idea how to act around Mark, and he was fairly certain that Mark must feel just as awkward around him.
Once they were inside the restaurant, he sat in his normal seat and gestured across the table for Mark to sit. Mark seemed wildly unsure of what to do. Blue opened his mouth to offer some words of encouragement, but he was cut off by a middle-aged plump woman. She hurried over them to them. “Blue! I didn’t know you had a son, you rascal!” she said, grinning at Mark.
“He’s my nephew, Miss Lucille,” Blue lied politely. “It’s his first time in London and I was just taking him out to eat at the best sandwich shop in all England.”
“What’s his name, then? Green?”
“Mark.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Mark,” Lucille said, smiling widely at the teenager. “Do you boys know what you want to eat?”
“I’ll have my usual, and Mark will have the chicken salad sandwich,” Blue said, wishing she would go away because his face was beginning to hurt from smiling too much. “We’ll both have tea,” he said.
Lucille nodded and, with a departing wave and smile, returned to the back where she promptly began shouting orders at her husband. Blue let the smile slip from his face, rubbing sore muscles. “After this we can go to my apartment and I’ll take a look at your, ah, watch,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the vortex manipulator. He didn’t want anyone eavesdropping on their conversation to realize anything.
“Hey, I don’t mean to scare you,” he said, frowning slightly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Mark. Earth can be a beautiful place and maybe one day your parents will show you that,” he continued. Blue hesitated, but patted the boy’s back awkwardly.
Mark nodded, "I know.. I hope they show me the good side of this planet." He said with a somewhat unsure tone, more of because he does not know if his dad would bring Mark back to this planet, yet he might. Then the Djinn patted his back, his dad used to do it all the time to cheer him up and guessed that the Djinn was doing the same thing. He smiled at the man.
Once they were inside the restaurant, he sat in his normal seat and gestured across the table for Mark to sit.
Mark looked to the chair Blue was gesturing too and sat down. Looking around briefly he looked back at the Djinn. Blue opened his mouth to offer some words of encouragement, but he was cut off by a middle-aged plump woman. She hurried over them to them. “Blue! I didn’t know you had a son, you rascal!” she said, grinning at Mark.
The boy looked at the woman unsure of what to say, he was about to say something when Blue seemed to have taken care of that for him “He’s my nephew, Miss Lucille,” Blue lied politely. “It’s his first time in London and I was just taking him out to eat at the best sandwich shop in all England.” Mark looked to the woman.
“What’s his name, then? Green?” Mark gave her an 'are-you-joking-?' look with a raised brow, and shook his head.
“Mark.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Mark,” Lucille said, smiling widely at the teenager. “Do you boys know what you want to eat?”
Mark was feeling rather shy and nodded quietly at her with a shy smile, and simply waved his hand, perhaps that would add to his little disguise too since Time Lords are usually out going, perhaps being the opposite will be useful.
“I’ll have my usual, and Mark will have the chicken salad sandwich,” Blue said, wishing she would go away because his face was beginning to hurt from smiling too much. “We’ll both have tea,” he said.[/i]
The boy just looked down at the table, glancing at the woman as she walked away. “After this we can go to my apartment and I’ll take a look at your, ah, watch,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the vortex manipulator.
Mark looked up to Blue, "Okie dokie." He wondered if living accommodations were like those on his parent's TARDIS. He hoped that Blue could help him fix his vortex manipulator.
“So tell me about your parents.”
Mark was not sure of what to tell the Djinn, "Well my parents love each other.. that I know.. my mom is great but my dad can be a big jerk at times, he always has all these rules.."
“I know,” Mark said, although he sounded unsure to Blue. “I hope they show me the good side of this planet.” Blue smiled curtly and nodded. It was hard to find – the good side of Earth – but it was well worth it. His smile faltered as he thought of Mattie. Blue had begun to lose hope in the humans, begun to withdraw more, and then the beautiful man had stumbled on his Lamp, stumbled into his heart. And Mattie had shown him the beautiful side of Earth – had shown him love, passion, the joy of simple things, and… well, but the beauty couldn’t last forever, and Mattie died.
He pushed Mattie to the back of his mind, thrumming on autopilot until Lucille began nagging them. His lips quirked into a smile as he caught a glimpse of Mark’s expression when she called him ‘Green.’ He bit back a laugh as he ordered. “I guess green isn’t your favorite color then?” Blue asked.
“Well my parents love each… that I know… my mom is great but my dad can be a big jerk at times, he always has all these rules…”
Ah, yes. The woes of being a teenaged Time Lord. “I can’t really sympathize,” he said, frowning. “I never had any parents. Trust me, once you’re fully grown, you’ll look back and you’ll be grateful for them.” Blue paused, wondering how he could say it with much confidence because he had never had parents. “He only has those rules because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. It sucks now, but when you have kids you’ll understand.”
“Here you boys go!” Lucille interrupted. She set Mark’s down in front of him and handed Blue his. She gave them the drinks and smiled at him again. “On the house, Blue.”
Blue frowned, his hand on his wallet indecisively. “Thank you,” he said finally, looking up at her retreating back. He would just leave a very generous tip that would have covered the meal. He took a bite of his sandwich.
“I had two Time Lord owners once,” he said. “But I’ve known plenty of them.”
“I can’t really sympathize,” he said, frowning. “I never had any parents. Trust me, once you’re fully grown, you’ll look back and you’ll be grateful for them.” Blue paused, wondering how he could say it with much confidence because he had never had parents. “He only has those rules because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. It sucks now, but when you have kids you’ll understand.”
Mark waited until the woman walked away after giving them their food, "Yeah.. I suppose so.. But then he talks about while on his home planet that he would go exploring and stuff and that he would every now and then steal a TARDIS, it does not sound like he had the same rules that I have." He said, looking at the sandwich, it looked good.
“I had two Time Lord owners once,” he said. “But I’ve known plenty of them.”
Mark looked at the Djinn, "Did you happen to meet anyone that went by the name of The Nomad or Leo? My mom's is The Phantom, or Maria. My dad calls her Thalia or 'My Angel'." He told Blue, wondering if the names would ring a bell.
Blue chuckled when the teenager mentioned his father not having the same rules he did. He decided not to tell him that very few parents gave their children the same rules they had growing up. He’d lived through a million years – he had observed parents as they disciplined and rewarded. Still, he could slightly sympathize with the boy. He knew how much he had disliked listening to some of his owners that had ‘known better’.
Mattie had mentioned off-handed to the Djinn once about wanting children when he was older. The human had wanted to be a father because his own was never around much. Blue’s smile slipped and he took a bite of his lettuce and tomato sandwich. “It’ll get better,” he said finally, trying once again to push Mattie from his mind.
“Did you happen to meet anyone that went by the name of the Nomad or Leo?” Mark asked. Blue thought for a moment, then shook his head. “My mom’s is the Phantom, or Maria. My dad calls her Thalia or ‘My Angel’,” he continued, seemingly oblivious to Blue’s immediate reaction.
The Phantom had been his previous master’s sister. He used to serve the boy’s uncle? He nodded, slowly, his eyes wide slightly as he thought of the Dark Lord. The Time Lord had been cruel to Blue, but the Phantom had been there to balance it out.
“I know her,” he said finally, with a nod. “I am honored to help her son.”
“I know her,” he said finally, with a nod. “I am honored to help her son.”
"Really? You know my mom?" He asked, "What was she like when you met her? So you never met my dad? I say that he would drive you crazy.." He said, maybe he was asking too many questions. Looking at the sandwich he picked it up and took a bite of it. It tasted different, but it was good. He took another and set the sandwich down.
He looked at the cup of tea, it did not smell appetizing to the boy. Mark wondered if it is something that his dad drank.. no wait that was coffee, is coffee the same as tea? The boy wondered.
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