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Training task (Luke, 10, 4 and Trance)

He'd listened to the Librarian's talk and demonstration, still trying to take it all in. He wasn't as completely surprised as he surmised some of the others in the room might be. It was strange and new, but his life hadn't exactly been normal since he'd left Tattooine all those years ago. Most of the beings, human or otherwise, were strangers to him, although he was still coming to grips that somehow, Tarkin was here as well. He had what Han would call a bad feeling that they were going to squabble a lot before this was through. Part of Luke still wanted to kill the Imperial, after what he'd done to Leia and Alderaan. But, a Jedi did not seek revenge. He'd probably just do his best to stay out of Tarkin's way when they were all in here and not get into too many fights.

The books, apparently, were like portals or gates, passages to different worlds. The one his fingers ended up opening was...great, a farm. Just about the lowest thing on his list to see. Of course, raising crops and animals was a different thing than moisture farming in the desert, but he suspected there'd be some similarities, too.

He'd been told it was best to go about this with partners, so he'd talked to a few of others and there were four of them now as they prepared to step through the portal.

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More questions than answer but then, that had always been the way hadn't it? From what he could remember at least. "The purpose of anything should be fun or creative." Even if saving things tended to waylay that sort of thought. As it stood, neither of them was saving anything at the moment. So fun needed to be something of a motivator.

Or Four would begin to get antsy just standing about.

"Well you would know, wouldn't you? I only have three in front of me." But at least there was another one added. How many left between him and this peacock? how many events had occurred to put that look on his own face?

"And sometimes too much creativity or fun can get you noticed."

Ten finishes the rest of the jelly baby and still seeming to savor it. Like an orgasm in his mouth and like the jelly baby in his mouth misses when things were less complicated. Misses being able to return to Gallifrey despite the Time Lords and him having a never ending tug of war.

When - The Doctor didn't fall in love with humans. Looking at himself, that version and Romana were quite close but managed to actually keep the relationship at arms length.

Eighth Doctor. The last time that The Doctor would see The Master and when The Doctor would crash onto Karn and become involved in the Time War. Ten's aura grows distant and cold.

"We should probably see how Luke and Trance are doing. Don't you think?"

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"What better way to hide?" He's watching his older self now. Not simply in acknowledgement that the other man is there but far more searching. He felt a tick in his jaw and quickly Four brought a child-like grin to his face. "At least you have some taste. If that look on your face tells me anything." He pointedly looks as though he is speaking about Ten's reaction to the Jelly Babies.

It wasn't just that of course.

"Possibly." His deep voice pitches a bit in annoyance, "At least that would be something I'm allowed witness too."

"John Smith isn't going to get a second glance like Cockatoo."

Ten hides his mouth behind his two hands as those are now folded in front of his mouth. The Doctor gets it. Himself wants to know what will happen. However, certain information really shouldn't be given out. Not even to himself.

Then with a big sigh both his hands fall into his lap and Ten stands up and with wide enthusiastic eyes states, "You will have MANY amazing adventures waiting, for you Scarfy! And you're going to enjoy all of those! Really. They're going to be brilliant."

Ten eyes himself with cold eyes and you other self will save Davros. When the Time Lords send you on a mission to kill all the Daleks.

And...

Ten should tell you right now to not to do that, shouldn't he? Ten eyes away from himself. Then The Doctor wouldn't be the only Time Lord and wouldn't need to be hiding. Then the blood that The Doctor feels on himself wouldn't be there. Then all those planets that the Daleks destroyed wouldn't have happened.

But is it right?

Then eyes back at Scarfy and remembers that version of himself when posed with that choice.

Just touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right? You see some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds would become allies just because of the Daleks. But the final responsibility is mine and mine alone. Listen if someone who knew the future pointed to a child and told you that child would grow up to be entirely evil and kill millions of lives -

could you then kill that child?

No. It's not right. That right is never there.

Without another word, Ten begins to walk again and does eye back to make sure himself isn't left behind.

Four popped another jelly baby in his mouth, watching his supposed older self carefully. Despite himself (or perhaps to spite himself) he grins broadly, "Ah! That holds some merit," The grin turns into a smirk, "my dear, Cockatoo."

The change in demeanor calls more attention than the standing and flailing (perhaps Sarah was right on that). The Doctor can only raise an eyebrow at the vague statements, watching his older self begin to go. There was coldness in those eyes and he wonders just what sort of 'brilliant adventures' cause that.

Putting the bag away he carefully picks his way back towards his other self, mind whirling and attempting to put pieces into place. Without his natural abilities, Four knows he has to fall back to observation and calculation. Not an impossible task, simply time consuming. Which, ironically, is something he is not sure he has much of. This man could honestly be a future self, that possibility exists. Then again, this man could also be the Black Guardian.

Ten doesn't say anything on the walk back but does check to make sure himself is still there. The least that The Doctor is do is help protect this younger self. This innocent version of himself and Ten needs this version of himself to keep Ten from going too far.

The Doctor pauses when he comes across a rose bush and in his mind eyes has flashes of Rose almost being sucked away into the void and then hitting the wall with her on the other side in another dimension.

Dropping to his knees is quiet for a moment as if some kind of grief or guilt and then very careful - smells the rose flower that seems to be the perfect one in the batch to Ten and then tenderly touches the rose flower on the side.

And forgets about his other self that is traveling with Ten.

The suspicion sticks as he follows his older self, trailing as far behind as he seems allowed to. The other man seemed to actually be watching out for him. Four raised an eyebrow, "You've no need to keep looking, I doubt a sycamore is going to so much as give me a splinter..."

Four trails behind Ten on purpose, until the older man disappears from sight. With a bit of a thoughtful frown, he peered around, "Or something else could happen." He finally spots his other on the floor before a rose bush of all things. Quietly, the younger Doctor watches his older, future self. Watches the strange emotions play on his future face. Emotions that he was certain had never been on his face.

That would never be on his face.

"Roses?" He asks after a lengthy pause. "Sentimental over roses?"

You know just as well as he does, other self that their powers aren't where they're supposed to be. How much can they take? Can they regenerate from a bullet wound like they should be able to? Ten has no desire to end up in the hospital again and die because his double hearts confuse the surgeons.

That is something his other self just may need to know.

When his other self-speaks to Ten, while still kneeling peers over. Rose could be here. Could end up here but - Rose may not know Ten's face. She could know the face that The Doctor met Rose in. The ears and leather face and then Rose could be and Ten shouldn't be around her. Ten eyes away halfway during that thought and lets a few tears run down his cheeks.

There's no answer as Four's older self-takes out his sonic screwdriverfrom his inside suitcoat pocket and cuts off the rose flower that The Doctor had been tenderly touching and smelling. Looks at the rose flower once more before that also goes inside his suitcoat with the sonic and stands back on his feet to continue walking.

Four isn't to sure that's something he should be worrying over, because well...the proof kneels before him in a manner. He survives this, somehow and whatever this is. Otherwise, his incarnation wouldn't be crying over daffodils in a book. It was an odd feeling gripping his hearts. This was his future, distant or immediate he was yet to find out but still his future. A broken future at that.

The tugging on his hearts felt awkward and he considers moving forward to do, something comforting. But he has yet to learn about comforting. It isn't something he will not learn for five incarnations. Yet here, where he is his own in some twisted way, he can only watch in confusion as his other self takes the rose. So focused is Four on Ten that he misses the chance to examine the screwdriver. Mental curse there but now his other is moving and Four glares at the retreating back.

Fortunatly, he has long legs and uses them to catch up with his older.

Ten seems to be walking slightly hearts stricken and glances back to check on his younger self to make sure he hadn't left himself behind.

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Four remained where he was for a few moments, eyes cast down on the now empty stem. Watching the last few strands of smoke billow away.

Roses.

He shook his head and easily stepped over the bush, tugging his scarf free as he caught up with the older man. "I believe we've gone far enough to find anything worth while." He frowned, what was that?

It was a familiar sound...he'd heard it before somewhere. Frowning in thought he glanced around, "Did you hear that?" Maybe he was hearing things again.

Feeling things though, that was hard to imagine. He gave a short gasp when he felt something go through his hat. "Well, my dear Cockatoo. I believe we have company." He grinned widely and showed Ten his hat, an arrow pierced through it completely. "And here I thought this was going to be a simple constitutional."

Ten stops in his tracks, he heard that too and gives a silent head nod. At least that being confirmed by himself makes him feel better. As his brown eyes dart around - where are they? Eyeing back at himself Ten's face twists into concern. Ten should have been guarding himself better. He's not going to fail himself like he failed - Rose.

Stepping slightly backwards, Ten presses the back of himself slightly against his younger self and his arms spread out to each side as if trying to hold his younger self - sort of in place.

As Ten is already thinking up a plan to scare them off. Which now, involves getting their sonics out and pretending to be wizards.

Ten goes for his sonic and remarks, "Get your sonic out."

"Well it wasn't working well before but." Four reaches into his pockets, searching each one until he pulls out hw own sonic screwdrive. Replacing his hat, he steps around his other, twirling his screw driver idly.

"Now considering I was facing you, and the arrow point is also facing you. That means our friends are directly behind us." He frowns as he glanced around, "Well if they're going to hide, this is going to get awfully munda- ah! There you are!"

From the shadows of the trees, several armed men (swords and arrows) were starting to surround them .Four seems untroubled, waving lightly even as he raises his hands.

Ten slides back to back with Four and turns his own sonic screwdriver on and points it at them or at least the ones Ten can without moving from his spot, "Step back!" The Doctor barks, "We're warning you! Or we'll turn you all into frogs!"

Oh, alright, wizards. Magic...how ridiculous but if it worked, he wasn't going to stop superstition. Still, he looked over his shoulder at Ten, "Frogs? Really? How unimaginative." He raised his sonic screwdriver as well, watching the armed men tense.

"Newts or persimmons. Much better, my dear Cockatoo, much better."

The leader looked at his men, these strangers did dress oddly and whatever items they'd just pulled were unlike any he had seen. "It's a simple matter. Leave your valuables, and leave with your lives."

Yes, self it's ridiculous but considering what this environment looks like and they have arrows and swords, chances are they'll buy this. However, eyebrow raises at persimmons.

Then telepathically says to Four, "They expect us to say frogs. What human fairy tales have humans been turned into newts or persimmons?"

Ten quickly and without taking his eyes off of them picks up a stick with his free hand and presses his sonic screwdriver against that and lights that end of the stick on fire.

"Why don't you leave why you're all still human?"

"Whatever stories this encounter is going to make of course." And of course he can't help but grin. So their telepathy works within the books. That was good toe verify.

"Honestly though, you aren't very terrifying, Doctor." He mentally chuckles and looks over at the armed men. Many of them have backed up a bit, looking between their leader and the supposed 'wizards'. Superstitions, perhaps the most powerful weapon of all. So long as no bluff is called. He holds off using his own screw driver, just in case these bandits decide that Ten is not a force to be messed with.

"...there's two of you and nearly twenty of us. You'll be dead before anythin'." Swords unsheath and a few bows are pulled tightly.

Ten wonders how many more of their abilities are 'turned on' in a book vs the library.
"Oh and you're more terrifying?" As Ten eyes around at the swordsman and the few bows - unblinking.

They called his bluff. Good thing Ten had a backup idea.

"Warned you."

"Cover your ears. NOW! Don't ask just do it!"

Which switches the sonic to send out a high pitch noise and leaves Four's back to quickly rotate in a circle to hit all of them.

"Naturally." There is a huge grin to that, even though Four remains curious and passive on the outside. A simple quirk of his lips as he watches the men.

Then, as the bard said, things began to get a bit crazy. He heard the warning in his head, covering his ears in time to block most of the sonic noise. He winced at what little of the sound did make it through. Eyeing his older self, he managed a small humph.

The bandits winced, dropping their swords to cover their own ears. A few arrows are sent out before their owners drop the bows. Four pushes his other self down, covering his own head as those arrows stick to the tree and grounds behind him.

Four grins and looks over at Ten, "That was a bit closer than intended."

Sweet naive younger self. If only you knew how icy cold your older self can get or how the fire of Ten's soul can burn with rage. Both of which Rose had been very good at keeping at bay.At the moment, his more innocent self will do.

That's when Ten feels himself being pushed down to the floor by his other self.

"Isn't it always?" Ten jokey remarks and promptly stands up and with a very authoritative voice and stare, "Let that be a lesson - don't mess with us." Then signals for his other self to run with him.

Edited 2017-01-25 04:34 (UTC)

Running was best. Between the both of them they could easily over come the bandits, but Four would rather avoid that. Even if there was a small chill in his hearts over that voice and stance that his older self had taken. There was experience there...he tightened down his mind, keeping his thoughts safe for the moment.

While the bandits recivered, Four followed Ten. Silence between them until they were bear to where they had separated. Resting against a tree he started to carefully pluck the arrow out of his hat. "That was quite a show you put out on there, old man. Very frightening. Sounded, almost real."

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Ten line faces at his younger self verbally applauding his chilly voice because it wasn't acting. That was what The Doctor's soul had become and takes a seat next to himself, making sure to block his younger self from his mind. After a moment or two, eyes his younger self still with a line face expression and into those soul-piercing blue eyes. Can you see your own soul, self? How fiery that's become?

The comment from Four before echoes in Ten's mind; So that's why they're brown in regards to Ten's eyes and thinks about ears and leather, The Doctor, Ten had regenerated from. The one who came out of the Time War with gray eyes.

It takes his considerable amount of will power not to sigh out loud. Again the silence reigned! There was a new goal now. One that exploring would take second place to. He needed to find out just what would happen. Or at the least find out when and to which of him it would happen. He twirls the arrow in his hand, watching his older self carefully.

"It's nice to see I still remain clever as anything. Brilliant maybe." He flops down next Ten, limbs stretched everywhere, staring at the hole in his hat. "It was faithful, but I may need to replace this when we return. Perhaps take a day to myself, and this I me this body self, to find out just what is available." He prods Ten gently with the pointy tip of the arrow, "You may sulk about if you wish."

Ten is about to give a small smirk about the 'brilliant' comment, however, when his younger self-flops down next to him and then stretches next to Ten on the grass - there's shock at first on his face and then horror and falls sideways and then scampers to his feet. Self - have you any idea how horribly awkward that position is to your other yourself? No, of course, you don't and Ten refuses to eye himself while his younger self is stretched in the grass comfortably.

It's a good thing his younger self-enjoys that so much because that's how you'll die.

Well.

That was a different reaction. Four pushes himself up on his elbows, head tilted to the side as he simply stares at his older self. Perhaps there was some catastrophic event in his future that would drive him completely bonkers. "There's nothing horrible in the grass. This planet, this...this time is too peaceful for that." He gestures with his head behind him, "Those brutish oafs aside of course but they hardly count as something to remain paranoid about."

He sits up completely, pulling his knees up and resting his long arms against them. Pale eyes narrow as he looks at his older self, noticing the psychic block and frowing.

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