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Rachel Lynn Solomon. Cora Reilly. Julia Quinn. Time had pulled him out of his end, Time had placed him in the expanse, Time was singing for him.

But he asks her anyway. It fills him with a warmth he almost shivers at. But it makes him understand. Time loves him because he loved Time. Time also loves him because he and Time share love for one crucial person. The same way he, too, is Time. Because Time is now searing through him; coursing through his veins and dancing in his mind. Time is a thousand kinds of pleasure and pain inside of him.

He screams in joy and agony. He wants it to stop just as much as he wants it to keep going. And suddenly, but also very slowly, it does both. Everything and nothing all at once is too much, and if he could just have someone else with him… if he could just stop being so utterly alone…. The music changes again, and he doubles over, curling up on himself. The raw emotion from the song is so plaintative and heartbreaking, and he knows why.

All at once. He lifts his chin, forcing himself to gaze into their glowing eyes and their brilliant smile, and everything and nothing are both okay again. It hurts more than the music. He thinks he can keep it this way. They exist in Time, and Time exists in him.

But Tosh is sad, and Owen is sad, and Lisa is sad, and even Rose and the music are sad. Rose shakes her head forlornly. They have to live in their own Time, and he knows this. He reaches out to Lisa again, pushing through the pain, because he loves her. He misses her so much, and he never got a proper goodbye. Undaunted, he tries again, and he succeeds.

It hurts so much, but he enfolds himself around her tightly. He holds Tosh and Owen and Lisa tighter. As Tosh and Owen and Lisa fade away, he sees a look of understanding from them. Rose Tyler envelops him in a tight embrace, and something about it tells him its not a comforting hug for his loss.

Very lightly. And, like always, none of them stick. He wishes they did. Tonight is the same as any night. Nothing left to not drink about. Or maybe he can. All those whiskers should do the trick. He beckons her over, thinking to himself why the hell not? No time for her to get attached. A part of him wished she was bad, just so that most of his night would be spent subtly teaching her how to do it properly. Something strange did happen that night, though. Not sexually. It happened in the moments between one pleasurable experience and the next, and it nearly turned him off for the night.

But then she tugged his head down by his hair and he thought nothing more about it. The next morning, he packs his things and sets off again, still feeling enormously unsatisfied and thoroughly empty and dead inside. He just wishes he was the same outside as he was in. Lucy Bevan is walking to work when she sees the most peculiar thing happen.

No, she clearly saw him pop into existence right before her eyes, directly in front of the street five steps in front of her. It is certainly not his colour. Red, probably, but not that. Which is absolutely fucking bonkers. Then again… appearing from nowhere. Not exactly normal. His eyes drag back from a passing elderly woman back to Lucy's own, and she notes that he looks very concerned now.

She blames that ugly thought on her being a product of her time and then berates herself again for that thought. The man nods, and he starts looking about the crowd again. She pulls out her mobile and calls for help. Helping him was a bit more important than a day at work. When the ambulance arrives, she finds herself unsure of what to say to the medics.

How to tell people what she saw? My boyfriend. It was a long day in the hospital as they run test after test on the man. She stares at him for a second, entirely offended because she likes to think she looks perfectly fine, thank you very much. In a strange, deadpan sort of way. She then regards him carefully for a moment, trying to think of what to do with this man. They stand in silence for a few minutes. Lucy watches as the man glances about the hospital waiting room, as if looking for something.

How cruel. Another joke, then. She notes his gaze as she spends the next five minutes trying to hail a cab. It makes her slightly uncomfortable, because being stared at is never very fun. When she gets someone to finally notice her, she shoves him into the car and tells the driver her address.

Why exactly is she helping him? At least, not entirely. I know things. Basic, everyday things, and the things you learn in school. I know lots of those things. Except anything personal. Or if I had a mum. Another quietness follows. She begins to get distracted by the buildings and houses and cars that fly past. He breaks the silence and her concentration first.

She realizes in that moment that he could be remembering something dangerous, too. He protests slightly as she bustles him out of the car and to her house. She unlocks the door and flicks on the lights.

She gestures about her. This is when she notes that this man is rather awkward and shy by nature, and that makes her smile a bit. Instead of waiting for his response, she dove down to look in the fridge. She remembered with a stifled groan that she was supposed to go get groceries today; her fridge was looking rather bare.

He pulls a face. He shakes his head. She pulls out a plate from a cabinet, puts two slices on said plate, and sticks it in the microwave. You remembered something! A gut instinct, if you will. He tilts his head ever so slightly as he ponders that.

But not concern for him, she notes. Like I said, I need help cleaning. They finish their pizza quietly, which seems to be the default setting. She wrinkles her nose playfully at him and has to try surprisingly hard not to stick her tongue out. What is she, three? Get it together, Lucy. Used to be a toilet, but it was remodeled before I moved in. She moves some old trainers to the side, and he puts his shoes in their place.

She smiles, and then beckons for him to follow her up the stairs, and he does, albeit hesitantly. She gestures to her right and then to her left. And he seems to be truly sympathetic, which is nice. Had an important meeting there, or something. They never told me what happened. Made it seem like it was a car crash, but they never… outright said. This is his house. He left it to me.

He was a good big brother. I dunno, I just had to think of something fast. You could call me something else, if it bothers you. You can use it, if you want it. How foolish of her. Lucy Bevan. He nods, then pauses, staring amusedly at her.

She finds herself blushing slightly. He cocks an eyebrow good-naturedly but says nothing on the matter. Instead, he sticks out a hand. She opens the linen closet between the two bedrooms and hands him a towel. Use it. There should be an unused toothbrush in the cabinet in the bathroom. He showers quickly. They say a brief goodnight in when they collide in the hallway afterwards. He forgot to brush his teeth, and she just got out of the shower.

She again holds back tears when she sees him in the old, faded U2 shirt and pyjama bottoms that her brother used to wear. In the morning, she calls the bank again and informs them she has the flu, and will be gone today again, so sorry.

And then she hangs up and walks downstairs to find David making coffee. Not in the way she was last night. David her David, that is was a tall man. This David looks rather sweet in faded denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Just needed today to get you settled in today. And eavesdropping is rude. They finish the breakfast he prepared for them, making idle comments about how they slept and the weather and groceries in between the silence.

Unless I actually was born into existence yesterday right in front of your eyes. That implies some sort of existence beforehand, right? Lucy considers this for the briefest of moments before feeling the beginnings of an existential crisis creeping up on her. They begin to make a list of the things they know or can make educated guesses about David. The list starts out really long at first, filled with likes, dislikes, abilities, and other things like that.

It gets too tedious after a while, though, and so they decide to scrap that list and start over. The list ends up very short and reads as such:. He grabs it as it begins to roll off the opposite end and refuses to hand it back when she reaches out for it. He sticks it back in the mug serving as a pencil holder on the far end of the bar. She stops him before he can continue. Think more… I dunno.

Just think less broadly. And more along the lines of job things. He rolls his eyes and begins again. I suppose helping people could go on there. Why not apply to all of them? David shakes his head. One, David Bevan hiring David Evans? A bit odd. That seems a bit fishy. No legal paper trail tying me to him. Or two, we plant false information. He cocks an eyebrow, either impressed or completely not impressed. Now she can say with absolute certainty that he looks shocked.

He looks completely bewildered. Spreading false information. Manipulating things with a computer. He appears almost disconcerted now. Are you remembering something? Grocery shopping and the works. We can stop at places you might want to apply to. And we can get you some new clothes. They hail another cab and are off on their way. They spend the day at various stores buying clothes for David. He allows her to buy him a few suits after she practically yells this to him.

Arms strung with bags, filled with vegetables and ties alike, they briefly tour through a library, three bookstores, and two coffee shops. David decides they all need his help.

Not that time matters. He knows this; it is a fact of his life. His wrong, immortal life. He then slinks out of the room, out of the hotel, and out into Soong, where the night skies are red and purple hues that make his heart ache.

Not when the last things and people that have made him happy are gone. The last crowd of people is bustling about, trying to get home on time. He finds himself to be member of all three categories, and he lets out a scornful laugh to himself. Curfew comes, and the streets are vacant. He stares at the three pale moons at varying degrees on the horizon and curses them all. Not much matters to Jack anymore. When they cuff him, he lets them.

In this moment, he has tears left to cry. He lets them slide down his face as he stares blankly out into the night. The sky mocks him.

Not the pale shirt and the striped blue tie. Not the red body bag. That hurts too much. One place is the same as any other place. Everything else is superfluous, and therefore irrelevant.

In the morning, they let him go. He immediately goes and looks for an open bar. There is none. He then decides this planet is backwards and takes the next ship leaving. It docks with another ship a while later and he moves to that one just because he can. He spends a few nights moving from cabin to cabin.

Lucy Bevan is finding that life is getting better for her. He works at Cardiff Central Library and he wears suits every day. She loves him for it. He quickly became her best friend in the past month. They go out on a date once. They go to a fancy French restaurant and everything. He wears a suit, of course, but she makes the effort to go one step above her usual formal clothes that she wears to work. She dons a blue dress that shows a good bit of cleavage. She tells him she cares about him constantly, because she does, but that, too, is platonic.

He shows his affection in his reserved ways, but he never says it.