secondchaircellist:

Audrey followed next to Rory as they made their way into the elevator.  They were the only two in there and she looked over at him with a nervous smile as the doors shut and began it’s way up to the coma ward.  

The ride was short and when the elevator doors opened back up, her stomach did a weird sort of flip- flop.  It was an awful feeling to have right after eating lunch.  “Lead the way,” she said quietly as they began to walk down the hall.  It was pretty strange that the nurses station was completely empty and no one was roaming the halls.  “Where is everyone, Rory?” she asked looking up at him.

She tried to calm herself down but chills ran through her body, causing her to shake a bit.  She felt ridiculous because there was nothing to be scared of.  This was were she worked and devoted most of her time to people get well again.  It wasn’t like this was some carnival haunted house … nothing was going to pop out at her and send her running down the hall.

Audrey stopped when Rory did just the the door of the room with the patients inside.  He looked nervous, but then again he always sort of had that derpy look to him (which she thought was kinda cute).  “Are we going in?” she asked, peering in at the sleeping people.

Rory lead the way mostly in silence. He twisted his hands together when she asked where everyone went. Honestly, he hadn’t even noticed the lack of people he’d been so caught up in his thoughts about the patients, and the Doctor’s complete disregard for the proof he was convinced he had. 

He looked around, and frowned. “Lunch break?” He offered hopefully, doing a terrible job of sounding convincing. Whatever he thought was happening here, must have been getting worse. The only problem was he had no idea of knowing what that problem actually was. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just... Catching my breath.” He lied, when she asked if they were going to go in, and finally, he opened the door and led the way once more. He paused when they got to the center of the room. 

At first glance, everything seemed normal (aside from the fact that it was a bit nippy in there. Eight patients laying in the beds clearly comatose. “Alright... You see them? They’re all here... LIke they should be... But I’ve seen them all out and about. I’ve got pictures, on my mobile. And then sometimes --” 

And then almost on queue --- they all sat up, and at the same time, chanted the word “Doctor” ten times before laying back down like it never happened. 

A Great Big Universe || Closed

secondchaircellist:

Audrey leaned in a little more as Rory spoke about the coma patients.  She hadn’t been up to floor three in a week but she figured that their status hadn’t changed much.  She was just about to say that if he was going to take her up there and try to scare her then he had another thing coming but the look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t fooling around.

“Okay,” she said quietly as a little prickle of fear shot through her body. This was ridiculous, there was nothing up there but comatose patients––absolutely nothing to be afraid of.  

She picked at her sandwich as Rory picked at his salad, neither of them seemed very hungry at all.  Finally, she dropped the sandwich on her tray and looked at Rory.  “I think, I’m done.  You wanna take me up there now?” she asked.  “I don’t know what’s going on, Rory, but you’re really worrying me.”

Rory tried to smile like it wasn’t that big of a deal when Audrey agreed, but he could tell he’d accidentally made her nervous. That hadn’t been his intention, and now he was regretting even bringing it up in the first place. If this put a stint in his friendship with Audrey he’d never forgive himself...  Things with Amy were already weird enough.  

He looked up from where he’d been staring at a stray piece of lettuce when Audrey declared that she was done, and nodded almost immediately.  

“It’s probably nothing to worry about -- just something... odd,” He tried to assure, smiling again in a way that didn’t really meet his eyes as he plucked the lid back onto his salad container and stuffed it back into his bag. “Not really hungry, myself though. We can go ahead and head up there. Get this over with.” WIth that, he stood up, and started leading the way to the elevator so they could go visit the coma ward. 

A Great Big Universe || Closed

secondchaircellist:

Audrey had just taken a bite out of her turkey sandwich when Rory asked if she noticed anything odd about the hospital.  She quirked her eyebrow up in thought and twisted her lip.  “You mean besides Mrs. Huntington refusing to eat her pudding cup this morning?  No…Not really.”

But as she looked into his eyes, she could tell that something was really bothering him.  And now the more she thought about it…Things had been a little off with the staff but she just worked that out to all of them being stressed with the load of patients that had been coming in recently.  

She leaned forward until she was halfway across the table, and then whispered, “Have you seen or heard something, Rory?”

Audrey wasn’t completely scoffing at his question, even if she did make a joke, which was something at least. He chuckled amicably about Mrs. Huntington, who was always a bit of a troubling patient. She was sweet as could be, but stubborn as Hell.  

“No, definitely wasn’t talking about Mrs. Huntington. Is it really that odd for her to kick up a fuss about something?” He joked, feeling a bit better than he had before that she wasn’t completely disregarding his question -- despite the fact that he had given her the opportunity to do so.  

“You know the coma patients up on floor three?” He asked her, completely forgetting his hardly eaten salad for now. It was made by his dad anyhow, and as well meaning as the man was -- he was never meant to be in the kitchen. “After lunch... If you promise not to think I’ve completely lost my head, there’s something I want to show you.” 

A Great Big Universe || Closed

A Great Big Universe || Closed

@secondchaircellist "Have you noticed anything a bit odd, around the hospital lately?" Rory asked suddenly, messing about with his salad absently before drawing his gaze up to Audrey. He was feeling particularly antsy about the question, fairly certain that Audrey was one of the last people left at the hospital that thought him sane, and he really didn't want to jeopardize that. But he also just really needed to know that he wasn't actually crazy. "If you haven't, we can just... Pretend that I never asked yeah?" He added, realizing too late that probably just made him sound even more bonkers. He knows what he saw though, and he just needed at least one other person to believe him.

❂ = wiping blood off their face . // fun fact: mutant Clara is prone to getting nosebleeds when overexerting her powers

@spacebii 

     Lincoln and Clara have a bad habit of having the worst timing ever. Lincoln is actually starting to think it’s the universe doing it to them on purpose. Everything at Afterlife fell apart, and he’s on the run, and one of the first things he does is try to find Clara -- and when he does... 

         It isn’t pretty.  

    “Clara -- What happened to you?” He practically demands, running to her side protectively as he searches the surrounding area for any danger. Electricity builds behind his finger tips, just waiting to be released the first time he sees a threat.  

        “I seem to know a lot of people that seem to attract danger, myself being one of them, but I think you take the prize.”  

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His feet dangle over the ledge of the building as he absently tosses popcorn over the edge at the unwitting passersby. He laughs a little too loud when one of the pieces hit someone in the face.  

Owen doesn’t get a lot of pleasures anymore, and he knows his team wouldn’t approve of his antics, but he didn’t give a damn about what they thought. They were all out at the pub, having a drink after what they’d all considered a successful end to a case. 

Drinking used to be one of his favorite past times. He should have been there at the pub, laughing with the others, picking fun at Ianto and Gwen. Instead, he was left behind.  

Angrily, he lobs another kernel over the edge of the building, and snickers when it bounces off the opposite building and lands in the fountain. It’s then that he hears someone walk up behind him, and he rolls his eyes without looking to see who was joining him. 

“If you’ve come to lecture me, you can bugger off.” 

chronolockcd:

           it’s meant to be a  CHASTE KISS,  a quick way to say goodbye before she leaves tomorrow morning to see if she’s  crazy or not  in thinking there was  something  between them during their months together, but it’s not so small and quick any more. a  LITERAL SPARK  runs through his lips to hers as he pulls her against him and she makes a  soft noise,  letting him hold her as her hands come up to cup his cheeks.

           this feels good–  LINCOLN  feels good. too good for someone she’s leaving in less than 13 hours. still, clara’s always been a  glutton for punishment,  for as long as she can remember. maybe that’s why she she pulls him from the door way of her apartment to the inside of it,  kicking the door shut  behind them and  DEEPENING THE KISS.

cont. from  here  with  @gottacatchamuse​

         There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him that he should stop this before it gets worse. That he should find out what this is, why they’re doing this to himself. But he promptly ignores it -- especially when Clara pulls him further into her apartment. 

          When he’s kissing her, and holding her tight in his arms -- for just a little while -- everything else disappears. It’s easy to forget that she’s leaving him in less than 24 hours. Or that they’d never properly talked about what was going to appen to the two of them once she left. 

          No, all he can focus on is the way his heart thunders in his ears, and the way she makes him feel as they deep the kiss, and he nearly picks her up off her feet to take her to the couch. But that instinct he does keep at bay -- at least for now and when he breaks apart to suck in a breath, it’s reluctantly, and he keeps her close.  

His feet dangle over the ledge of the building as he absently tosses popcorn over the edge at the unwitting passersby. He laughs a little too loud when one of the pieces hit someone in the face.  

Owen doesn’t get a lot of pleasures anymore, and he knows his team wouldn’t approve of his antics, but he didn’t give a damn about what they thought. They were all out at the pub, having a drink after what they’d all considered a successful end to a case. 

Drinking used to be one of his favorite past times. He should have been there at the pub, laughing with the others, picking fun at Ianto and Gwen. Instead, he was left behind.  

Angrily, he lobs another kernel over the edge of the building, and snickers when it bounces off the opposite building and lands in the fountain. It’s then that he hears someone walk up behind him, and he rolls his eyes without looking to see who was joining him. 

“If you’ve come to lecture me, you can bugger off.” 

favorite character meme: 2/3 emotions » joy

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❤ // for Linc from Clara, I liked the meme this is from

@chronolockcd

❤ = kissing them .  

         It happens so fast. They’re saying good bye, and he’s trying to just get it over with, because it’s EASIER than confronting the way her leaving makes his chest feel hallow. Like she’s taking a part of it with her, and he’s starting to realize that maybe she is.  

                  But then she tugs him down, and their lips are crashing together and it takes him a few seconds to register what is happening. A SPARK of electricity runs through his veins, and he’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with his powers.  

                             Finally, his lips melt against hers and his arm slides around her waist to pull her closer. His heart is pounding in his chest, and their lips fit too perfectly for someone who’s leaving. Kissing someone shouldn’t feel this perfect and hurt this much all at the same time.

     chrono · lockcd         /ˌkrɒnəˈlokˈt/  🔊          noun

            1.  indie, canon divergent, and racebent rp blog the  doctor who  character                 clara oswald.             2.  “  the best meme  ”   -  gabe             3.  “  Angst Too Good, Much Pain™  ”   -  kenzie              4.  “  kit-kat’s clara is extraordinary.  ”   -  astro

doctor who meme: 4/6 companions

You know what it’s dangerous about you? It’s not that you make people take risks, it’s that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don’t want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you’re around.

▤ ( for lincoln! )

@inheritedgrief 

▤ = falling asleep on them .  

Being a parent was still something Lincoln was getting used to. There were days when he thought he didn’t have it what it takes to be a father, feared that he could never actually being anything but the man she’d heard stories about -- the man who’d died. He could see it in the way she looked at him -- the way everyone looked at him. He barely had a place within the team anymore. 

But then there were days, like now, where they curled up on the couch in the lounge, watched some television together -- just the two of them -- and Lincoln thought that nothing else mattered. Then she laid her head on him, and he felt her weight grow heavier as she fell asleep, and he couldn’t help the small smile that lifted the corner of his lips. 

Maybe he didn’t know how to be a dad, but he’d sure as Hell try to figure it out.  

He let her sleep for a little while, absently stroking his fingers through her hair,  until the movie was almost completely over before gently nudging her awake. “Do you want me to take you to your room?”