Dreams to an end - @bowtied

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You’re from Earth. [He seems surprised — while witches were common in earthen folklores around the world, they were almost always derived through encounters with alien species, and not through actual witchcraft from the Earth.] But that’s- [He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pair of rounded glasses as he moves to look at her.] A human. A human who knows how to use the word sciences? But that’s — blimey, yours must be an old race of human. I’ve never once encountered…

[The Doctor clears his throat and straightens back up, realising how close he had been.] Sorry. It’s just a bit of an unusual thing to take in.

“Darrin had a difficult time with it too,” she said, thinking fondly back on their wedding night. “Of course, you already believed in witches, or something like them - didn’t you?”

Samantha thought the Doctor was strange, calling spells ‘word sciences’ and asking what planet she was from. In her long life, she’d never met another species who could cast spells like she could, but the Doctor seemed to be implying that they were out there.

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typicalamericangirl:

bowtied:

Alright, we can probably rule out biological differences as the root of the problem. Or, in this case, the solution. Hm. [The Doctor tapped his chin thoughtfully, pursing his lips a little, then moved back to where Darrin was slouched over the table, crouching beside him and reaching into his pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver, purposefully avoiding the question about his hearts.] 

What was that you said earlier, about a spell?

[Samantha looked down. Her fingers were interlocked and she kept twisting them together.] If I were to tell you a secret, a secret about me, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you? [She looked up at the Doctor, then went right on with her explanation. Better to just get it over with, she thought. She hoped the Doctor wouldn’t react like Darrin had when she’d first told him.]

A spell like this, over the whole neighbourhood - maybe further - it would have to be very powerful, right? And for it not to have put me asleep… well, I think that whoever’s behind this either has awfully good aim, or- [And this was the one she was counting on.] -didn’t account for witches being here. Maybe the spell is just meant for humans.

[The Doctor blinked as Samantha said that. He had just begun buzzing the sonic at Darrin, and he almost instantly switched it off, looking up at her from his half-crouch. Instead of his sonic, he reached for his glasses, setting them on the tip of his nose as he looked up at her with more contemplation.] …So, when you said spell… you meant it literally. Of course, spell is an odd way of saying it, no matter what planet you originate from.

[He stood up, then, and took his glasses off, buffing them on his shirt.] Which one is that, by the way?

This one? [It wasn’t that Samantha wasn’t aware of other planets having life on them. On the contrary, she and her mother and spent a lot of her childhood travelling all over. But the idea of witches being from another planet was laughable.] We’ve always called them spells. Well, spells, enchantments, charms, incantations sometimes… but spells, that’s normal in the witch community.

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typicalamericangirl:

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Yes, it hasn’t put you to sleep, has it? [The Doctor looked at Samantha from the corner of his eye, frowning slightly in thought as he considered that.] And whatever it is, it hasn’t affected me since I’ve gotten here. Either it was put forth at one time, and then drawn back, or it’s still here and the two of us have something that repels it.

[The Doctor turned to look at Samantha straight on, then, and asked bluntly-] How many hearts have you got?

I’m sorry? [She thought that was an odd question. What did hearts have anything to do with it.] Well, I have the normal amount. Just the one. Just like Darrin. And everyone else in the neighbourhood. 

[She paused and looked at him curiously.] How many hearts do you have?

Alright, we can probably rule out biological differences as the root of the problem. Or, in this case, the solution. Hm. [The Doctor tapped his chin thoughtfully, pursing his lips a little, then moved back to where Darrin was slouched over the table, crouching beside him and reaching into his pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver, purposefully avoiding the question about his hearts.] 

What was that you said earlier, about a spell?

[Samantha looked down. Her fingers were interlocked and she kept twisting them together.] If I were to tell you a secret, a secret about me, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you? [She looked up at the Doctor, then went right on with her explanation. Better to just get it over with, she thought. She hoped the Doctor wouldn’t react like Darrin had when she’d first told him.]

A spell like this, over the whole neighbourhood - maybe further - it would have to be very powerful, right? And for it not to have put me asleep… well, I think that whoever’s behind this either has awfully good aim, or- [And this was the one she was counting on.] -didn’t account for witches being here. Maybe the spell is just meant for humans.

Dreams to an end - @bowtied

bowtied:

typicalamericangirl:

It’s almost like a spell’s been put over the whole neighbourhood. [she muttered] But that would be silly. [she added quickly. At the moment though, that was what she was leaning towards for an explanation. Samantha knew that it would take an exceptionally powerful witch to pull off an enchantment like that. She doubted her mother was to blame. What would be the point of it anyway?]

And anyway, whatever it is hasn’t put me to sleep… [But she had a theory about that too.] Well- [She put her hands on her hips.] -do you have any theories?

Yes, it hasn’t put you to sleep, has it? [The Doctor looked at Samantha from the corner of his eye, frowning slightly in thought as he considered that.] And whatever it is, it hasn’t affected me since I’ve gotten here. Either it was put forth at one time, and then drawn back, or it’s still here and the two of us have something that repels it.

[The Doctor turned to look at Samantha straight on, then, and asked bluntly-] How many hearts have you got?

I’m sorry? [She thought that was an odd question. What did hearts have anything to do with it.] Well, I have the normal amount. Just the one. Just like Darrin. And everyone else in the neighbourhood. 

[She paused and looked at him curiously.] How many hearts do you have?

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runrosetyler:

typicalamericangirl:

runrosetyler:

typicalamericangirl:

Good to meet you, Ms. Tyler.

[Rose already liked the woman, giving him a grin as she looked at her] Watcha doin’ here?

Well- I don’t know. I’m afraid I don’t have much of a goal in mind. I don’t even know where we are. 

Oh, so I suppose we’re both a bit lost then [she laughed with her] What is the last thing you remember? You’re not from England, are you?

England? Oh, no. Not me. I’m from a little town called Patterson. It’s in New York. As for the last thing I remember…

I’m afraid you wouldn’t believe me. I’m perfectly aware of how I got here. It’s just not something most people would believe.

everydoctor:

typicalamericangirl:

everydoctor:

The Doctor smiled, “I’m doing fine, I hope you are also quite fine on this glorious day?”  He offered his hand, “I’m called the Doctor.”

[Samantha shook his hand.] Oh, I can’t complain. [She really couldn’t. She was married to the love of her life. Even if he was mortal her mother was the one bothered by that. She was happier than she’d ever been.] And what did you say brought you to the neighbourhood? Refueling? [She shook her head, a little confused by that.]

“Some thing like that,”  The Doctor admited, “Just needed a breath of fresh air and to stretch my legs.  Lots of traveling makes me prone to wandering when I finally touch down.  Can’t stand to be still for too long.”

I know the feeling. [She nodded.] My husband is more of the standing still type though. I don’t travel as much as I used to. [She looked almost regretful for the briefest of moments, but then she was all smiles again.]