voidtreckerexpress | Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

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Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

Who: Trunks Brief (

light_of_willpower) and you!
Where: Training Gym
When: Day 20
What: The Usual Fight club training. Where people come to spar and practice and learn with each other.
Warnings: Occasional language and violence? Also guns/firearms.

This time Trunks didn't bother to announce the Fight Club over the ICP. Not beyond a short announcement of day and time. The Club was already mentioned in train literature and most people knew about it, or could find out easily.

So instead he did his usual set-up. Marking off an area safely for ranged weapons and fire-arms, ensuring practice weapons and mats were all available. Even making sure there were first aid kids and an 'off-limits' area just for safety. Then, he's there as usual--to supervise, but also to train just like everyone else.

OOC:general set up is 'Ranged area demarcated by cones' 'off limits/healing area demarcated by cones' and the rest of the space covered in mats with training dummies set up

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Trunks barely blinked as Cassie moved past him, into the hallway. She was making the same point he was, really. Although he did tense--watching for any response, when she clasped the doctor on his shoulder.

Of all the days to show up late for Fight Club, Wash picks the day when someone has to get dramatic about the guns, and shows up just as soon as they all go off.

He needs a moment to recover from the fucking heart attack that caused, and another to briefly check the room - they weren't loaded, no one's hurt, good - before he crosses the car at a goddamn powerwalk to get to the soon-to-be brawl brewing just outside the door. It's one thing to argue; it's another thing to have a knock down drag out in close quarters like this. It poisons the whole damn area when you can't go outside to cool down, or get away from That Jackass You Now Hate. He's lived on a spaceship and navigated everything that means for too damn long to let this go down like this.

He reaches the knot of people and puts his hand on top of Cassie's, firm but not restrictive. "Hey." It's authoritative and steady - his Commanding Officer voice. "Everyone take a breath."

He looks at Cassie. "Do you really want someone who doesn't like guns to handle them? Have you seen Jurassic Park 2?" He is absolutely serious, and fairly certain she'll get the reference. "You handle the weapons; I'll handle this." He nods towards the skinny troublemaker. He can probably defuse this. Probably.

Cassie turns back to look at Wash, not letting go of the Doctor yet.

"Wasn't about to let him do it without supervision. This is someone who needs to learn that lesson."

She's not visibly seething anymore, so this may count as progress.

The Doctor keeps walking on. Ignoring Cassie, that is till she grabs his shoulder. Then he stops. He didn't put the guns there. That shouldn't have been there in the first place. Even if he knows, that she is right. He also did put them in danger but, he figures he did discuss the matter first and it was refused. He hates this merciless side of himself that is showing right now and one of the reasons, he's trying to run.

But, he doesn't want others to die either and that's clearly in his eyes too. He doesn't reply to Cassie but he is getting ready to use Venusian Aikido if she tries anything. Even if he hasn't done that yet in this body and would be a bit off-center. He is also not afriad. He's been up against, gods, billions of Daleks, and all sorts of horrors in time and space. He's arrogant and cocky to the point of that monsters have nightmares of him. Which, The Doctor does believe.

When the other arrives, Ten wants to run. Run where he's not sure since it is limited space and not infinite like this Tardis.

"This doesn't," The Doctor stops, when he realizes that whomever this is, is trying to defuse this. Something The Doctor usually does and should be doing right now.

"You do, Doctor. I know when someone is reacting out of anger, and that's you. We need to talk about all of this. But not while you're angry." Trunks is also trying to defuse the situation, even though he's mad too.

"Cassie, you have a point. But I don't think you'll get anywhere with him in this mood."

Doctor of what is the question that almost makes it out of Wash's mouth, but he stops. Defusing the situation seems to be working here, and he's not about to fuck that up if he can help it.

He eyes the Doctor - "You do, but we'll talk about that in a bit." - before looking back at Cassie. "Does he need to learn it right this second, or can mandatory firearm safety classes wait for later?" There's a right answer here, Cassie. C'mon. It's along the same lines of what Trunks is saying - might as well reinforce the guy who's making sense here.

Ten is quiet. Very, very quiet. Only eyeing each of them. Almost like he's calculating, doing a back-flip and then breaking into a run.

Just as the Doctor is contemplating escape, Cassie finally lets go of his shoulder. She grunts as she does so, suppressing a truly vicious sneer, among other things. (This is truly for the best - as ancient, wise, and powerful a being as the Doctor is, if it came down to fisticuffs, there is no action HAVOC could conjure that could make him come out on top).

"They can," she says. "This discussion isn't over, though. It's just on pause until he's ready to stop with his bullshit."

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"Thank you, Cassie. Wash." Trunks levels those blue-eyes at the doctor. "We will talk about this another time. Alright?" It's not a request, despite the upward lilt at the end of the sentence.

Trunks moves down the hall, to take Cassie's hand and start pulling her back towards the training gym. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up safely. And you do know I love you, right?"

"Fair enough." Right answer, Cassie. Fantastic.

Wash waits for Trunks to take Cassie back towards the gym before turning his full attention back on the Doctor. "He can talk about it another time, but we are talking about this right the fuck now. The only option you get is what booth in the quiet car you want to use." It's the return of the Commanding Officer voice. He nods in the direction of the quiet car. Lead the way, troublemaker; he'll be very close behind.

Ten does note Cassie's face but pretends he doesn't see that. His own remains old and tired. He mustn't snap at her. He doesn't want to harm her. He's so old now. He use to have so much mercy. He's swirling downwards so fast. Where's Rose? Where's Martha? Where's Jack? Where's Donna? He needs help, he knows he needs help but doesn't know how to ask for it.

Ten looks Wash straight in the eyes, unblinking and unafraid of that tone.

"And understand this. You sir. You are not my commanding officer."

He's not surprised the Doctor picked up on the fact that he's military; his demeanor practically screams it, even when he's calm, and he's not exactly trying to hide it right now.

His tone brightens in reply, a little too bright - it's not the Commanding Officer voice, but it's still clearly one that expects obedience. It's his Dealing With Assholes voice. It's his Negotiating With Red Team voice. It's almost like he's handled this bullshit before. "You're right! I'm just the asshole who's trying to keep this from blowing up in your face." The brightness drops a bit. "So pick a fucking booth and get going." He's still not taking no for an answer.

Before the door to the training gym shuts, a large grey Norwegian Forest cat slips out and comes to a stop by Wash's ankles, watching the exchange. She totally wasn't hiding because the sonic hurt her ears and the loud noise spooked her. Perish the thought.

The Doctor doesn't want to hurt anyone but right now, he's a snake biting its own tail. Someone is trying to help.

"You're no, Rose." Or Jack or even Martha.

He does note the creature that slips in and proceeds to one of the booths. Along, the way, he debates running.

Athena - the cat - jumps up onto Wash's shoulders as they start moving, catching a ride. Seriously, she wasn't scared. It's fine. Wash reaches a hand up to pet her as they walk.

You're no Rose doesn't mean a damn thing to him, and he tilts his head briefly - a substitute shrug while his shoulders are otherwise occupied. "Plenty of thorns, though." It's practiced self-deprecation and it comes easy.

He does relent a little when they enter the quiet car. "The first one has constellations in it." And the last one has flowers and is often occupied by Thanatos, and like hell does he want to deal with that mess right now. Might as well redirect.

"...She was good at taking care of those." The Doctor seems to perk up at the idea of constellations in the car and upon entering, he realizes how much he's missed seeing the stars. He for sure, feels more at home, for the moment and more relaxed. But he also comes to the realization, of how everything, his Tardis, the stars, are all taken from him. The Train isn't so bad but it's not his Tardis. The Doctor makes himself comfortable and it becomes apparent, how his eyes seem to mirror the starry-filled cabin. Definitely, not human, along with the worn look on his face of having been through quite a lot. He is slowly, starting to come down. Ten is very glad, nothing more happened. He would have hated himself if it had.

...so either they're playing a really weird game of word association, or Rose was a person. Past tense. At least some of the pieces of this puzzle are starting to come together.

(He briefly wonders if Rose was killed by gun violence. It's a little too Occam's Razor for his liking, but it is a possible explanation.)

The constellations are simple - sharpie on the ceiling and walls of the car, painstakingly drawn, and accurate as far as Wash can tell - put up by someone who'd been a passenger and had long since left. It's nice, when you need a reminder that there's something out there that isn't the technicolor nightmare of the void.

He enters the booth after the Doctor, closing and locking the door behind them, before taking a seat across from the Doctor and settling in, Athena hopping down to sit next to him on the bench. For a few long seconds, he stays there, petting his cat and watching the Doctor. At least the Doctor looks like he's not about to bolt anymore, which is progress. Adrenaline's fading, probably. It'll be easier to talk soon enough.

(There's also something about him that suggests he's not human and simply wearing a human face. Wash isn't about to start digging there, though - if he's anything like Michael, it'll come up in conversation.)

(Then again, if the Doctor was anything like Michael, they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.)

(...goddammit he misses Michael.)

He sighs and breaks the ice. "Before we get started, I have to ask: Doctor what? Do you have a name to go with that PhD?"

The constellations may be simple, but The Doctor is seeing the real ones in his minds-eye and all the space, in-between. The gases, the super-novas, the dust. He for sure seems to be looking at more than what is there in reality.

When Wash speaks out, finds himself being grounded in a sense, "Just The Doctor." Even if The Doctor does have several PHDs from his time spent on Earth. He was calling himself, The Doctor long before that. Back on his home planet of Gallifrey.

Just the Doctor. All title, no name. He's one of those people. Great.

But the question looks like it brings him back to Earth, so maybe they can get started. "Good to know." He pets Athena again, scratching a bit behind her ears before he continues. "Have you ever lived in a situation like this before? Lots of very different people, very small, very enclosed space, not much shore leave?" If he hasn't, it lets Wash know just how much explaining he has to do; if he has, then he absolutely knows that his behavior was bullshit, and Wash can hammer on that instead.

"Living like this, no. I'm a traveler. Just me and my ship and space." And the different humans that come into his lives.

Great, context it is. He sighs and leans forward a bit, bracing his elbows on his knees. "Okay. Take it from someone who's done this more than once: there is no privacy in this kind of living situation. You're going to see everyone here a lot, even if you're trying to avoid them." A beat. "Especially if you're trying to avoid them. You don't have to like everyone, or agree with them, but you do have to get along with them, for your sanity and literally everyone else's." Because one person's issues can become everyone else's issues really quickly in such a tight space. "Which means you need to understand you're not in charge, you're not always right, and if you have a problem with something, you need to deal with it. You can ask for help, but it's still your problem." Another beat - a second to let that sink in before he brings it back around. "Like, for example, your problem with guns."

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The Doctor continues to stare because he wants to say, sometimes he doesn't even meet others in the right timeline order but that would start more questions. That he really doesn't want to answer. But his hearts miss his Tardis and he makes a sad pouty face thinking about her.

"I've been around. I'm not picky, me. Just you know, so long you're a decent being." He doesn't comment about not being in charge but it's clear he doesn't like the idea. Like his frustration with free will and others not listening to him and then, usually something bad happening to them.

"My problem is that you, humans think that's usually the best way to solve a situation." The youthfulness in those eyes seem to vanish and there's something much, much older in that soul.

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