fracturedrp | Tea Times and Time Lords

They'd better be, or I'll be pissed off.

A head finally pops up at the sound of the ringing bell, there's only one owner of that head and that's Ianto. He's proud of his work inside of the old tourist booth and the fond memories it brings.

"Miss Noble? Is everything okay?" He asks and then he shoots the other Master a dark look with those blue eyes of his. Ianto's face becomes one of worry for his new friend. "What happened to her?" Ianto asks the blond with a distasteful sound in his voice.

Donna gives a faint smile, knowing that if Ianto is near, than Jack is and if Jack is, than the Doctor is... and then she can get better.

"The psychic plant attacked me... killed the hand... left me with a splitting headache. Master saved me..."

She got stuck under one of those damned mistletoe things. I burned it, but the backlash gave her a nasty headache.

And I just know you're going to try and make it my fault, Ianto, so don't start.

The two went else where Ianto's left here along with Owen to man the HUB. "I'm starting to hate that plant. I believe Jack went to look into a patch that was discovered in a lot behind a Tescos."

He pushes the button under the counter to open the door behind him. "Why don't I take you both down stairs?" Ianto stares back at Master his eyes still narrowing at him. "I'll try to reach Jack for you. Owen's around in the infirmary so he can take a look at you."

Donna nods, but clearly would rather have the Doctor. She looks to the Master for help but speaks to Ianto, "Thanks Ianto. And no fighting you two... Not until I feel well enough to break you two up, anyway."

I won't start a fight if he won't.

And it would be better if you reached a Doctor, if only for Donna's sake.

. . . and also because Jack makes me hungry.

"The Doctor will be with us soon, he had stepped out for a hot cup of chocolate," Ianto mutters, he would of made it for him but The Doctor was insisting. "My chocolate isn't bad."

He looks at Master for a bit he goes to head down the hallway, Meta Master is quick to follow after him. The interest to self preservation and some strange sense of loyalty keep him close by. "No, no fighting. And we're not eating Jack."

Donna smiles lightly and leans heavily on the Master as they make their way down the stairs. The stairs make her dizzy though and she alters between leaning heavily on the Master and the Wall. "Stairs should be outlawed." She mutters. Then remembers Ianto, "So you got everything sorted with your... your... with him, then did you?" She made a halfhearted attempt to gesture to the meta-Master.

*Well, this is awkward. The Master doesn't protect people! He tortures them! At least Donna has a few bite marks--the Master has found that trying to bite people keeps them alert.*

I hope you're not too hard on him. *Because if there's one person he can be unashamedly overprotective about, it's himself.*

Master's going a bit of Jones infused in him. "I really don't want to get shot. Oh, just wait until I'm free of this mental leash! Thirty feet is disgusting."

He's got a straight jacket on with 'Torchwood' written on the back, there's plenty of stains on it from his meals. "Oh, but other than the lack of much social interaction I'm fine. He shuts up enough and scares easy."

Threatened to eat him yet?

Donna looks from one to the other, feeling a bit nauseous as she's starting to think she's seeing doubles. The Medical Bay is probably the best place for her at this point.

Ianto stops and he goes to let Donna catch up, he offers her an arm for support besides the wall. The two so far have the best for Donna in interest so it eases things for Ianto.

"I wasn't. He's half of me so it comes natural, it's a scary thought to have a man-eater in the tourist booth," Ianto still loathes the Meta-Master that follows him around.

I suppose so.

*He smiles at Donna* Don't worry, there really are two of us here at the moment.

She gratefully accepts Ianto's arm so the two Masters can go off and... play.

"I think I need a bed... or some serious medication. This stuff is getting too weird for me." Or maybe she just needs something normal, well normal for her, like a Doctor to explain everything. Or a Jack, a few of the Jacks had been quite good with explanations.

Meta-Master looks at the other Master, he goes to ask a question. "Can I bite you?" It's a disgusting question but he doesn't exactly care either.

Ianto gets Donna down to the cog door that opens for the four. This isn't the HUB in New York, but Ianto is very used to making do with things here. He leads her down to the chair in Owen's autopsy bay. "I'll get you a bed fixed up. The medication part is something Owen's responsible for."

He shoots a look at his Meta-Master with a disapproving look. "I'm not stitching you up if he ask to bite back."

*He cheerily waves Donna off.*

Yeah, can I? Not fair otherwise.

Still not fair, really, since you probably taste generally human. I've gotten used to human, eating some other kind of person would be a nice change . . .

Donna gratefully sits down. And nods to Ianto as he explains that he will get a bed for her, but no medicine. It really wasn't until she was sitting that she realized just how very ill she felt. She hoped this Owen, or better the Doctor, would show up soon.

At this point, she couldn't even really enjoy the bickering between the Masters. She really wanted to goto bed, but a part of her was afraid to fall asleep again without being looked over, who knew how the plant worked and what going to sleep would do to her...

Harper comes down from the board room with a white board in his hand and he heads down to his old autopsy bay. "Alright, I'm gonna take a good look at you." Owen goes to grab a pen light and he goes to check for any surface signs of brain damage. "Okay, Ianto told me this has to do with that poison ivy and a hand."

The Torchwood doctor is even with a shadow of his own, a very loudly dressed Doctor with a wild bit of blond hair. "The Doctor and Jack are on their way. Name's Owen by the way." He doesn't look or seem to act the part of a doctor either while he continues to do the basic check-up.

Donna's a bit out of it at this point and is letting Owen more or less do what he wants. She looks dubiously at the Doctor that accompanies him, but then looks back to Owen.

"I think they said mistletoe... it... killed the hand in the Jar, I think. Then attacked me. The Master... he threw a lightening bolt at it, then I blacked out."

She smiles softly at the mention of the Doctor being on his way, "I'm Donna. Got anything for this headache?"

If Jack's coming, someone will have to keep the peace. And Omega knows I can't do it.

So do you want me to stay, Donna? Or should I leave?

She slowly lifted her head, "They said the Doctor is on his way, if you need to go, I'll be okay now, I think..." She broke off and in a moment of clarity met his eyes, "Thank you, Master. Really, thank you."

Okay, the Doctor helps.

And, er, welcome. I think. Just try not to do it again, yeah?

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