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The Pale Ones? Fitz’s expression was one of slightly bored cynicism, especially as Gaias agreed that it was just a legend. He casted a quick glance towards the Doctor, but the Time Lord didn’t seem as amused by this as Fitz was. Fitz frowned a little, following the Doctor’s gaze to Say’adi. The kid didn’t look that special to him – she was a bit plain-looking compared to the rest of the people here, but if there was anything the Doctor had taught him while they were traveling together, it was that appearances were always deceiving.
“That’s it, then?” Fitz asked. “They kidnap little girls to tell the weather for them?” he asked, eyebrows raised sardonically. The Pale Ones apparently didn’t think that plan out very well. Fitz knew that the Doctor didn’t like it when he played the derisive tourist’s role (though Fitz did it so well), so he toned down his attitude, leaning his back against one of the walls and chewing absently on the root that Gaias had provided.
It made his head feel better, or… at least, Fitz thought it was. There was still something pressing down on his skull, though there was no pain involved. It was almost the same sensation that he had when the Doctor pried into his mind, except it was… reversed? The sensation was tugging at him. “Weirdest headache ever,” he groused, his lithe fingers automatically going to his pocket to pull out his carton of cigs.
The Doctor’s dance caught his eye and he quirked an eyebrow, a cigarette hanging limply between his lips. Borrow… his jacket? Fitz looked down almost mournfully at the leather, and then back up at the Doctor, his pale grey eyes wide and sad. He rolled the cig along his lips thoughtfully, his head canting to the side as he examined the Time Lord. “I suppose,” he said finally, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he slid it off, feeling rather naked without the signature jacket.
“Here,” he said, taking the cig from his lips. He placed it, unlit, in the Doctor’s mouth, grinning impishly. “Completes the look nicely.”
Gaias nodded solemnly. “It's The Shard.. Those with the gift can feel it calling to them. We've never had other worlders who could feel it, before.”
But before Gaias could say more on the matter, The Doctor butted in as he requested Fitz's jacket. He arched a brow as Fitz seemed to be mulling the request over with a great deal of difficulty. “Oh come now, please?” he pleaded softly, pouting his lip and shifting from one foot to the other like a giddy child clamoring for a bit of sweets before dinner. He beamed happily as Fitz seemed to cave into his adoring gaze as his fingers gently reached to curl into the lapels of the leather.
He slipped into it with a light grin and zipped it up. It felt snug and warm, and he found he hardly minded the smell of stale smoke as he inhaled lightly through his nose. But The Doctor stood there slightly dumbfounded as Fitz tucked a cigarette between his lips. The Doctor reached into his trouser pocket to retrieve a pair of round rimmed glasses and pushing them back against the bridge of his nose.
“Completes the look nicely.”
Oblivious that Fitz was commenting on the cigarette, he adjusted the glasses once more and nodded, solemnly and took the cigarette to tuck it behind his ear. “It's something I devised in my academy days. Something of a portable Perception Filter. Not everything is as it seems and I intend to get to the bottom of this. Now.. Miss.. Say'adi, was it? If you would be so kind as to.... where is she?” The Doctor huffed poutily. He was determined to track this girl down because something told him that this whole ordeal had something to do with her. “Come along, Fitz! There's not a moment to lose!” he said, rather urgently as he clasped Fitz by the wrist and hurried out of the little secret room they had holed themselves into.
A portable perception filter. Clearly the Doctor would just happen to have one on his person. “That was a terrible pun,” Fitz objected, crossing his arms as he watched the Doctor look around for the girl. “I don’t know, she just buggered off. Is it really that important?” he asked, looking a bit irritated at being dragged halfway cross an alien planet. Despite his earlier shbiel around righting wrongs and doing what was right, Fitz wasn’t quite feeling in a generous mood to save the annoying little witch.
He followed the Doctor, pulling his wrist back against his chest. “Doctor. Shouldn’t we go somewhere else? Obviously she isn’t going to help us, or she would have. On the other hand, we could go to a library and research what the hell the Shard is, or, I don’t know, pretend to be a servant and harass the prince,” he insisted, pulling the Doctor to a stop. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. My head’s killing me.”
As Fitz pulled the impatient Doctor to a stop, he turned to face him almost with a pout. But then, as Fitz was apologizing for his short temper, The Doctor's eyes went wide as if an epiphany had just struck him. “Fitz you brilliant man! Truly you are!!”
He snatched his taller companion by the back of his neck and tugged him down and into a sudden kiss. “That's exactly what we should do!!” He let go of Fitz just long enough for the man's mind to catch up to what he was on about before firmly placed his hands on either side of Fitz's temples. “We're just going to open up your mind a bit.. What ever this 'shard' is, it must be sentient. We're going to see what it and The Prince know.. Or rather.. You are.. I have a ghost to track down."
As soon as The Doctor took his hands away, the dull throb was gone. In it's place was mournful whispering, like a frightened child talking to herself. “Help me.. Please”. The Doctor seemed deaf to the voice as his expression never changed. “Right then, Oracle.. Off to the palace with you!” and gave him a push towards the exit of their hiding place.
Fitz scrunched up his face as the Doctor kissed him, his hands curling into the lapels of his jacket as he half-heartedly pushed the Doctor away. “Yeah, well, I’m even brilliant when you don’t kiss me,” he said quietly, his cheeks a bright red. He should be used to the Doctor kissing him by now, but that still didn’t stop the embarrassment and such from welling up deep in his chest. He looked away sheepishly and squirmed as the Doctor held his temples in his hands.
He barely resisted rolling his eyes at the Doctor’s plans. Oh, yes – send the total failure to investigate a prince. His eyebrows furrowed a bit as the Doctor ‘opened his mind’. The last time that the Doctor tried to open someone’s mind, he turned them into a TARDIS. “Brilliant,” he said, smirking. “Have fun chasing phantoms,” he teased, pulling away.
At least his headache was gone, but now there was creepy whispering. Lovely. Fitz stared at the Doctor quizzically – was this his idea of ‘opening minds’? But the Doctor didn’t give any indication of hearing the voice, and so Fitz stumbled towards the exit, climbing out and entering the tunnels again. Okay – so where had they come from? Fitz mostly just remembered a lot of running.
‘Okay, creepy voice in my head. Can you hold a conversation or what? Because right now I could use some directions.’
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