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Hello, you've reached the Doctor, not at the TARDIS, well, maybe at the TARDIS, won't know until I answer, leave me a message after the TARDIS engine sound if you've got one, just a "please help" is fine although more details would probably be good, whatever you can manage, and I'll get back to you, and maybe save your planet, ta!

[Followed right after by about a second of the sound of TARDIS engines, followed by the thump of its landing.

Feel free to leave a message for the (eleventh) Doctor here!]

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From:

spacepeterpan

[The Doctor's fairly sure she knows what he means, even if she chooses to twist the words a little bit, and he gives her a bit of a wry look for it--but she does make some kind of a point with it, in all fairness. Even if it's one he's not sure how to address.

He can barely find anything of himself in that weathered, fierce, sour old face; neither does it surprise him to think of that face giving up, nor can he imagine the reason as anything more than "moral failure," which might be true but isn't very helpful. He just shakes his head at that, despite a slight but visible wince at that reminder of what his future promises to be like.

And really, how much more can he actually say about his younger self? It's not exactly helpful (or entirely objective) to say he needs to regenerate into someone more sensible.

He squeezes Rose's hand lightly, the free one reaching up to rub his face absently with an exasperated sigh.]

...can't promise it's going to help, I'd say what he need's perspective. Two sure ways I know of getting perspective, one doesn't happen overnight, and the other doesn't really work, here.

[His smile gets a bit more bittersweet at that.]

As for Old Man Time...

[He hesitates a moment. His impulse is to say he doesn't know enough, but he has a guess or two.

Not that they're guesses he can really share with Rose.

If she thinks he's too hard on himself as is, imagine if she heard him say what he really thinks about his future self! There's probably a glimmer of it in the way he grimaces for a second before speaking.]

...well, like I said, I've made my share of mistakes... always believed I could do something about them, fix them, or at least do enough to make up for them, or that if I couldn't, I at least had to try. ...I wonder if there's not a point, though, where you might worry trying just makes it worse. I s'pose then you either step back, take a holiday, and try to see where you've been going wrong, or you give up.

[He glances off to the side, then down at the floor, then at her hand holding his.]

......never thought I'd be the giving up sort, not properly giving up. ...tried once, you know, when I... ...when I had a 'specially bad day, couldn't quite make it stick, though. Old habits. ...and friends to help see me through, as always. Him, though...

[He trails off again and shakes his head. What can he really say?]

From:

bigbadrose

Then I'll be patient.

[She mentally flinches at the words. Is she making things worse??]

[No, talking about himself?]

[Definitely.]

[The future. Clara. Missy.]

[Patience.]

[Rose gently hugs the Doctor around the middle.] He's got me.

Maybe it's not enough. Maybe it doesn't count if it's here, not there. He got back Gallifrey and exiled Rassillon to the void though. There's hope. Lots of it. He just doesn't want to. But I'm more stubborn 'n all o' you, yeah? [Tiny grin, trying to cheer Bowtie up.]