ExR ~ Doctor Who AU
“Where are we going now?”
The silence until then had been almost tangible, crawling across his skin, wrapping around his throat, stifling him. He doesn’t look up, can’t look up; if he looks up he’ll change his mind. If he looks up he’ll not look away and off they’ll go again; this time perhaps they won’t get so lucky.
“Paris, June 7th 2013,” he says simply, pressing buttons and flipping switches, complex patterns that seem random but which spell out their journey back. “The day after we left,”
“What for?” So demanding, always so demanding; always wanting answers, even the ones he won’t want to hear.
“I’m taking you home,” he replies, pulling the final lever and sending himself flying back into his usual armchair.