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[He had wanted to talk with Omega about Seven's "I think your best friend is romantically interested in you" nonsense. Instead...]

I have nightmares about my children dying.

[He pauses, eyes wide. Damn flood!]

[He quickly turns the feed off, before he starts talking about his daughter the last thing he needs is everyone knowing about that.]

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...You can use my communicator, if you must. [You need to try harder if you want to leave, Omega; before you get possessed/brainwashed again.]

Edited 2011-03-13 20:37 (UTC)

I'm not sure Brax would appreciate it. You could come with me, if you wish. I hear my room is more comfortable, anyway.

[Rassilon rolls his eyes and nods.] Fine.

[Omega breaks free of Rassilon and heads out, expecting Rassilon to follow.]

[And Rassilon pouts, simply grabs Omega's arm again and walks next to him. He'll keep Omega as close as he can, before his friend somehow manages to get into trouble again.]

[Omega doesn't object and takes the quickest route, via the lift.]

[Rassilon is quite comfortable like this. Reminds him of the way he would hold onto Omega's hand as a child.]

[They make it safely, huzzah! Now comes the difficult task of finding the ruddy thing. Um, which direction did it go?]

[Yes! No possessions! No brainwashing! No mass-murderers! Not that Rassilon is being very helpful. He just sits down, stretches and watches Omega search.]

I don't suppose you saw where it landed. From your particular vantage point. [From the other side of the communicator.]

Somewhere... over there? [He vaguely gesture to the left.]

[Omega manages to give him a sarcastic 'thanks for your help' look before hunting in that direction. He comes up with the goods.] Thank you. I'll be right back. [He heads out to the alcove in the corner and shuts the door behind him. After his message, he reappears.] Done!

[Rassilon gives him a cheeky grin as answer and makes himself as comfortable as possible while Omega sends his message. He really does prefer Omega's room; so much friendlier than his.] Good. Come, sit down.

[Omega sits down next to him.] Brax can take care of himself. [Like Rassilon was ever worried.]

I would never doubt that. [And it is so unfortunate... Such a shame Brax can't just fall overboard. He's sure he could comfort Omega well enough, were that to happen.]

No. [Omega would probably just go after him. He's wondering what happened to keep him out of the end. How was killed? Would redemption change it? So many questions.]

[B-b-but Omega! You couldn't go after him! Rassilon wouldn't let you. He'd lock you in your room and would be all creepy and nice and comforting until you forget about Brax.] Is something the matter?

[That's not likely to happen. One must do one's duty.] Thinking, that's all. About the End.

[He can be very persuasive.] What End? [He looks slightly alarmed now.]

[And Omega's terribly stubborn.] The End of the Time Lords. As it stands now.

[And Rassilon decided that nothing will tear them apart. Not even Omega himself.] It shall not be that for much longer. I will save them.

[Then we're going on a field trip! To find Brax.] Yes, of course, I didn't imply otherwise.

[So mean.] Good. Then what is making you think about it?

Your post is not enough? [Of course, he doesn't really want Rassilon feeling he's being upstaged by Brax.]

[It's generally not a good idea to make crazy best friends jealous.] Ah... That is a reason, I suppose. Well, I shall simply sleep here more often. [The obvious solution to the nightmare problem. Either he'll have none at all, due to his friends presence, or he'll have at least someone there for him when he wakes up.]

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