Friendly Hijacking (Emilie/River/11)

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Emilie's face widenedinto a bright smile as the Doctor finally asked who he was speaking to. They'd always known he was clever.

"Of course she's not a taxi! Taxi's are yellow. But... human? Are you sure?"

She shrugged, not really finding the species all that important. Although that did bring up some questions they would be exploring later.

"We are the Ennead. You may or may not remember me as Araste." They hadn't spent that much time together. They seemed to befriend the Doctor's flowers more than the Doctor himself. "And not to worry, we don't plan on staying overly long. It only seemed right to let you know, Doctor. Don't forget. Bad Wolf Bay. We'll be coming very soon."

[River Song]

[OOC: Please, consider River still in the other room, preparing the tea. I'll pass this round and plan to join back in next time 'round. *HUGS*]

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"Of course she's not a taxi! Taxi's are yellow. But... human? Are you sure?"

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, "Sure, I'm sure. Emilie's been with me for nearly a year now. I think I'd know if my friend wasn't human, thank you very much." He wasn't easily fooled, but the TARDIS had done a very good job on Emilie, it would be quite some time before The Doctor really understood what was being discussed right now.

"We are the Ennead. You may or may not remember me as Araste."

"Still doing this we thing. How many of you are there floating around in my friend's head. You know, I don't appreciate it."

"And not to worry, we don't plan on staying overly long. It only seemed right to let you know, Doctor. Don't forget. Bad Wolf Bay. We'll be coming very soon."

Again The Doctor shot a disapproving look, "You'll have to try very hard to make me go there. I don't like it there." There was a lot of hurt laying in the sands of Bad Wolf Bay, The Doctor tried very hard to avoid going there.

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Emilie's head tilted to the side, eying the Doctor from a rather uncomfortable angle merely on a whim.

How many of you are there floating around in my friend's head. You know, I don't appreciate it.

"One, seven, nine... it's so hard to keep track," she said with a smile. "Have you ever been stuck with more than one of yourself in a room? It gets positively grating after a while. Having your past and future and present all muddled up together."

"You'll have to try very hard to make me go there. I don't like it there."

She smirked slightly.

"Not to worry, Doctor. You don't have to come. Just don't forget you were invited to the party."

Dimly, Emilie could make out the sound of the TARDIS rematerializing. Her head was still pounding like someone had tap danced on her skull. Groaning, she leaned forward to rest her head on her knees.

Wait.. she was sitting down?

Yes, that's right. Of course she was. Silly to have forgotten.

"Doctor, my head is killing me," she mumbled. "Can we go explore now?"

[River Song]

River came back to the control room, pushing an old fashioned tea cart, fully loaded, including a shiny silver tea set. She noticed Emilie hunched over and looking quite ill. She frowned.

"Doctor, my head is killing me," she mumbled. "Can we go explore now?"

River quickly poured the girl a cup of tea and rushed it over to her, sort of squatting beside her. "Here, Dear. Drink this - it should help... a little," she gently advised, shooting another worried glance at the Doctor.

"I also have aspirin..." River suggested, sort of as an afterthought. "I mean, if it's safe for her to have, of course..." Not everyone on-board the TARDIS could abide ingesting aspirin.

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"Doctor, my head is killing me," she mumbled. "Can we go explore now?"

He put his hand on her forehead, no fever, that was good. Still, there was something, someone, swimming around in his friend. That disturbed The Doctor greatly. How long had this been going on for? He wasn't sure. Still, he wanted to keep her busy enough that he could monitor her without her realizing he was monitoring her, but not have her overexerting herself either.

"Not just yet. Let's have that tea that River made, eh?" And his wife was there right on time, tea ready. He stayed with them until River mentioned asprin.

Suddenly, The Doctor was hiding at the other side of the console, like River was offering cyanide capsules.

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The full tea service, Emilie decided, would have to be put down as yet enough strange quirk of the TARDIS. Last time she had been to the kitchen, there were stairs enough to discourage such a thing. Maybe the TARDIS just really liked River.

Or maybe that was a different kitchen... it was hard to keep it all straight.

Accepting the tea with good grace, Emilie murmured her thanks. The suggestion of aspiring - and Smith's hasty retreat - had her wincing though.

"No, thank you, Miss Song. That might hurt more than it would help. Besides, it's more a matter of paradox than any physiological issue, I image. You see, I've never actually been to the planet whose coordinates I set. I don't even remember reading about it. But yet... I'm 95.6% positive we are indeed on the planet of the Weave."

Her syntax felt slightly off, and Emilie couldn't quite grasp why. The answer glimmered, then spun away as slippery as a minnow.

She took another refreshing gulp of tea, feeling better already and letting the past few minutes drift away.

"Even if Smith says I have to wait to verify that," Emilie teased the Doctor a little. "Thank you very much, River."

[River Song]

“All right, all right…” River said, holding her hands up in surrender. “No aspirin – got it.”

She looked to Emilie and quirked an eyebrow, questioning what the girl had meant. “What do you mean, you’ve never been to the Weave? And yet, you knew its coordinates…” River queried. “That is very interesting, Dear… Very, very interesting…”

River looked to her husband, then, and she asked, “Well… Are those the right coordinates? Have we, indeed, arrived at the Weave?”

“And, how would one know coordinates for a place she’s never been? Hmm…?” River asked, an open question for the others, if they chose to take a stab at a guess.

“Maybe she has been there, but for whatever reason, she doesn’t remember…?” River suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. “Might be a possibility…”

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It was most interesting, as River had pointed out, how well Emilie had adapted to piloting the TARDIS. After all, as much as he wouldn't ever admit, River was indeed a very good pilot.

And that's all he'd allow himself to admit to no one at all.

He looked at them and nodded, "Ehm, yes, that is indeed the Weave. Very good Emilie." He wasn't sure how she could have known then again, ever since River had been born, the TARDIS had been even more mysterious in her ways than ever before.

River made an interesting guess, The Doctor wasn't sure of it though, "Well, in the times that she's traveled with me, in my Ninth and in this regeneration, she never had. So, I'm not sure. Emilie is just rather clever, I suppose."

He passed it off as that, but he wasn't just dropping it, The Doctor was thinking hard.

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Emilie met River's gaze with a smile, her irises flaming gold for just a moment at the Doctor's confirmation of their location before settling to her own color once more, not even a rim of gold left to be seen.

Within a moment or two, Emilie had hopped to her feet seemingly recovered and twirled with renewed energy as the couple bounced about ideas.

"Of course I'm clever. All of the Doctor's companions are."

Some more so than others and in different ways, but even so. Emilie had no idea quite how accurat her logic was, nor did she much care about logic anyway just now. The whole universe was timey wimey. Why ruin the magic of something by figuring out what made it tick? And anyway, why worry about one tiny little thing about her?

Even if it was really more like thirty tiny little things building up on top of each other and waving a pirate flag.

"Are we ready, my Lord and Lady?"

She had skipped over to the door and hovered there, excited to see creatures of yarn with nought but numbers for names and the most powerful shared drug in existence.

The Weave. Bending the laws of reality whilst active. A powerful thing that could be used for great destruction, but not among the Weave. For them, it was simply entertainment.

Emilie could hardly wrap her mind around the idea, but it sounded endlessly fascinating.

[River Song]

River grinned. "Oh, yes! Bring on The Weave!"

She was pleased to see that Emilie appeared to be feeling better - more like herself again.

River looked to the Doctor, ready for another adventure. "Ready, Sweetie?" she asked, holding out a hand for him to take a hold of, if he so chose to do so.

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The Doctor shot a glance at Emilie one more time before grinning and taking River's hand, "Of course." He was grateful that time was kind to him. He had yet to encounter River for the last time. Really, he supposed it was up to him when that was. Or fate, as she happened to be cruel.

Regardless, the here and now was to be enjoyed.

Still, he needed to keep an eye on Emilie, he wasn't quite sure yet what to make of her, condition, but one thing was for sure. He didn't like it.

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Now that she had the go ahead, Emilie pushed open the doors. Taking ginger steps, she looked out at rows of woven homes. Everything appeared to be a knotty greenish brown, but that didn't stop Emilie for one moment.

Even the ground had a slight give to it!

"Watch your step, dears."

Warning given, Emilie turned her attention towards the strange medley of notes that might be meant to be music. Was there a gathering of some sort? Or did the Weave have the equivalent of school bands practicing after hours?