fracturedrp | Grandpa? I really don't look it...

When: 15 June, 2011 / The Vortex
Who: The Doctor

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Where: The TARDIS

What:

The Doctor has moved the TARDIS back into the Vortex again he's not really concerned with not telling anyone where he plans to go other than he's doing it. The Doctor relocated the TARDIS again, Churchill gave him a phone call that he couldn't turn down and the travel through the Vortex meant the TARDIS went somewhere.

It was a bit of quiet time and The TARDIS drifted through space, it was only a matter of time until he would have to continue to work out the issue with the stars and these more troubling cracks in the universe. That will come, but right now he managed to stop by to visit Jack who was dealing with one fussy baby.

In his hands is the little Jacky and he drug out that old cot of his. "I know why you're always fussy, you for one like this cot and not that other one. Two. You think you're mom is just there to feed you, but no her name's Alisa and she's more for just feedings. Three. Well, no you cannot rip a hole in space and time. Four. You'll get a key to the TARDIS when you're twenty one."

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The Master was growing impatient. In his own opinion, his own recent behavior had bordered on saintly. He'd quite generously lent this considerable talents to the Doctor's silly little causes. He'd helped save the Earth and a star whale's passengers. He felt he deserved, by now, to have his own TARDIS back.

The Master's mood was not improved, when he found the Doctor fussing over an infant, instead of working. Oh, the little tot was cute enough, the Master admitted to himself, though he didn't plan on admitting that out loud. Still, there were things that needed to be done!

"Doctor, I've often, in my own mind, compared your companions to fussy children. You've turned metaphor into reality. Aren't there a couple of mysteries that we should be solving?"

The TARDIS was left on 'autopilot' or in better words drifting in the depths of space in the 51st century. The Doctor's not the one to fully blame for not having Master's TARDIS working right away but the attention must be given to a small newborn human.

He continues to fuss over the infant, to hell with work simply for the fact it is slightly dull. The tot was adorable and The Doctor looked up to see Master arrive. "Oh, you're cross because we've been dealing with lots of other universal problems."

"Oi, she's gorgeous and my companions are not fussy like this one is." The Doctor goes to turn Jacky around to face Master. "Yes, this is my old friend well were friends. Still are kinda friends who send each other nasty tweets when we're bored."

"Hardly universal, my dear Doctor," the Master disagreed.

He stepped close and, when the Doctor turned Jacky towards him, gently tickled the infant's cheek.

"Don't listen to him, child. I may have occasionally tried to kill him-- nothing he couldn't escape, mind you--but I've never sent him rude messages. Good manners are important, remember that. Well, Doctor, if we're going to play nanny instead of finding out why the stars have disappeared, you probably should tell me the infant's name."

"Universal? Of course they're quite universal problems you're just missing the bigger picture that sometimes we need to smell some roses and save a planet." The Doctor's well aware Master will disagree with him no matter what he says on the matter.

Jacky coos a bit at the interaction from the other Time Lord and she moves her arms about.

Jacky's little brow furrows and of course she doesn't understand a word Master told her. "Her name is Jacalyn, well they call her Jacky for short. We're working on the problems with the stars and of course that's quite complicated." The Doctor goes to place Jacky into the ancient cot from Gallifrey and he bounds back towards the console. "Well, there's been no leads so far other than the stars existed during the 32nd century. But, why?"

"I don't think you can equate saving planets with taking a break from the ordinary routines of life, when doing so is your normal routine," the Master argued, shaking his head.

He watched patiently as the Doctor tucked the tiny child into bed, then followed him over to the console.

"They existed for the entire century, but no other? That's certainly odd. Are there any other notable time anomalies in that era?"

"Well, yes but maybe there's something to do with the 21st century. Oh, maybe it's simply ground zero for whatever is happening." The Doctor wandered around pushing buttons and turning dials on the console. He gives it some thought for a bit. "I've always said history is in flux for the most part and it can be rewritten..."

He turns around to look at Master for a bit. "What if? What if something in the 21st century has unwritten history? The stars for instant. I mean humanity has thrived on them for almost everything. Yet, the Americas still exist as they have in the history books as have other civilizations that traveled the oceans or across land using the stars to navigate. Everything is still where it stands."

"It would take an event of considerable power to wipe out something as significant as the stars," the Master observed, but he was nodding. "Still, your theory would cover the facts we have so far. If so, we need to isolate and reverse that event."

"Perhaps we should look into other points in time and space, perhaps we can find some clues. We're not going to do that just wallowing in the 21st century." The Doctor can never stay still for long and that simply is just how he is.

The TARDIS eventually returns to her parking space and The Doctor thinks. "The Big Bang created the materials to form new stars.. Still that doesn't explain why the people suddenly lost all memory of the stars."

"Well, we could always go back and make sure it happened as it was supposed to," the Master pointed out, shrugging lightly. "Or we could go to a star in the 32nd century and follow it's timeline into the past and try to discover how and when it either comes to be or ceases to exist."

"We go from the 21st and maybe we should go back further." The Doctor thinks about the idea of traveling back to the 32nd Century to mark a star to follow its time line. "We need to go back anyway. I wasn't supposed to run off with these two."

He looks down at Jacky in the crib. "The Captain is going to be very cross with me I know. You just had to tell me you wanted a trip." He points a finger in the air and he sets the TARDIS to return them back to the 21st Century, New York to be exact. "So, we go back, we go back to other important points. Oh, the age of exploration and discovery. Then there's the stars of the 32nd century."

"It's even odds whether your enemies or friends will kill you first, Doctor," the Master observed, chuckling.

The Master gave Jacky an amused look. He wasn't really surprised that the Doctor had sneaked off with a couple of Human Tots for an adventure. In his opinion, one of the Doctor's greatest flaws was his refusal to plan ahead.

"Let's get on with things, then, shall we?"

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