Still Figuring Out., The hermit =D

The music seemed to sooth her tired mind, it was all jumbled around after her epic cramming session in the library. For a moment Brodie felt as if she was stoned out of her mind or something but she didn’t need to go smoking anything to achieve that feeling. Oh no epic caffeine crashes and fourteen hours in a library were the recipe for that state of mine. In all honesty she couldn’t recall much that she had just spent all day studying but she was hopeful that some of it at least might have sank in a bit. It was always the way thought you knew more than you thought you did, in the exam it always seemed to come back to her when she needed the information, or rather that might have been the sleepless nights spent cramming far too much information for one human to take in to her mind. Then again, worrying about it was for tomorrow, now it was too late at night for that all Brodie wanted was to go home and go to her bed. Yawning she shifted the messenger bag on her shoulder as the weight of her laptop caused it to cut in to her shoulder as she juggled the textbooks in her arms. There was honestly too many books for the classes she had taken this semester.

Another yawn as she managed to cross the threshold out of the university campus and in to the city centre of Cardiff. Brodie loved this city, she felt her heart sing a little bit ever time she got to walk through the bay, every time she caught a glimpse of the water. This place was beautiful…compared to the city she was from, plus there was something strange in the air here that she quite liked. Brodie wasn’t one for liking the normal, normal was safe, normal was boring. Screw normal. As she waiting at the traffic lights she glanced down at her watch, it was nearly midnight…how she managed to spend so long in the one place was beyond her. Then again her stomach reminded her to eat when she got home. Food sounded like a very good idea indeed! Yawning she shrugged her shoulders trying to take some of the ache away but it didn’t work too well at all. oh well she would have to suffer. Sniffling as she watched the red man change to the green man she crossed the pretty empty road without being run over – achievement of the day there – and on autopilot began walking her route home.

The streets were near enough empty, which was the way she kinda liked it really there was something almost…magical about walking home along at night when there was no one there at all. While the city was asleep she ruled the streets…well walked anyway but Brodie liked to imagine. “Lets play this song for everyone until their gone, lets play this song all night long, still figuring out how to stay like this forever.” She sang quietly to herself as she walked, not too aware that she was actually doing it. Though the lyrics still rang to her, she was still figuring her entire life out, she didn’t really know what she wanted to do even though she thought she should. After all she wasn’t that far from graduating she should be thinking about that now shouldn’t she? No all of this could wait until tomorrow. Until she had some food and sleep. Everything could wait for food and sleep.

hola, chica!
remember me? we met the other day!

what's going on with you?
¿qué tal?

[ a month before the birthday thread ]

K'anpo smiled as he went around Roxie's control room. He had a nice nap in the zero room and then took the new present for his new friend ... he took it for a test ride. What, you might ask, is this new present? A flying carpet. He had never made one, but he had an old (well, to him, it was old) hoverboard. It was like a skateboard, but it hovered above the ground. Really quite something. So he duplicated and modified the technology and placed it into a sturdy carpet. It was a flying carpet. Sure, it would not work over water, but it would get her where she wanted to go. Even though this technology probably should not be introduced. They had clicked when he met her, and there was just something so innocent about her wanting to learn. It appealed to the mentor in him. He had mentored some of the brightest minds - well, the brightest renegades - from his homeworld. Theta, Koschei, and several others. This one little human girl just appealed to the need to teach, to help. He smiled again, laughing as he ran his fingers over the control panel. A month before his birthday - according to his timeline. A month. He would do his usual reclusiveness by burying himself in work later. Closer to time. He had stopped really celebrating birthdays other than major ones - that would be each hundred. But turning two thousand two hundred and nineteen with no one to really know how old he was - save Koschei, Theta, Centauri, and others, if they cared - it sort of became old and redundant. It was not really a birthday, anyway. It was ... a looming day. Since Time Lords were loomed, and not born. Gallifreyans in general, actually. But, that was another topic entirely.

Jolting to a stop, he laughed. Cardiff. This could be an easy excuse to meander into Torchwood 3 and see what they had going on. Mess with Captain Jack, look over the Rift, that sort of thing. But, he decided to just walk the town today. His pet project was finished and he just had to give it to her. Sweet Brodie Cameron. She was really quite the girl. So young and smart, but she had quite the ... well, she was all over the place. Not that he cared because sometimes he got off on his own tangents too. Did he have some honey from Cardiff? Surely he did. He would have to check his honey pantries, he supposed. More like massive caves than pantries. But, for someone as old as he was, he had a right to collecting so much. To having caves for pantries. Well, he would definitely keep an eye out for sales in the area. Maybe get something by the Wharf. Honey, that is. What was he doing? Slipping on the nearest blazer, K'anpo brushed his hands to smooth down his black graphic tee and rubbed over his jeans. Turning as he left the ... car ... K'anpo locked her and started off down the street. He really had no where in mind today. No where in particular. Perhaps finding something to eat that was not grown hydroponically or rehydrated. Oh, the woes of living in space. As he walked down the street, though, he saw something. Someone, rather. He really should correct his grammar more often.

K'anpo made a beeline for her, smiling all the while. He had introduced himself to her just a few days ago, calling himself Herman Saunders. He promised to make her the flying carpet. "Flying carpet!" He exclaimed happily, bouncing on his heels beside her on the sidewalk. Little did he know that when he met her a few days ago, it had not happened yet. It was at a different point in her life, a point in the future for her. Little did he know that she would probably think him crazy.

Watching the few cars go past she couldn’t’ help but wonder what they were doing out at this time of the night. After all it was kinda a sad sight wasn’t it, someone driving on their own at this hour! Brodie missed her car, though she had more sense than to drive the short distance between her flat and campus, save the environment as a meteorology student and all that jazz, oh and save money she was all for saving money. That was always a good thing. Yawning she idly wondered what her flatmates would be doing, she was sure they would still be up or they would be crawling to bed any time soon brains turned to mush by the prospect of revision just like herself. Brodie was pretty sure that university should be considered as a psychiatric form of self harm with the world and the punishment they had to endure why they all did this she wasn’t too sure but there was one thing that she did know. This was easier than the real world. Than getting a real nine to five job at least this way they still had some form of dreaming that they could do. They still had hopes the weight of the world hasn’t crashed them yet. That sounded just…depressing.

A yawn as she continued walking, the air was getting colder she was sure the wind was starting to change direction the feeling behind it was changing. Northern downpour was sending its love again, Brodie didn’t like the northerly wind. It brought the cold, it brought the bitter cold and that horrid kinda icy rain. Where as the easterly’s oh that brought the snow. It brought that childish sense of glee in the air with it as those little while flakes started falling from the sky and everything seemed a little worse. The snow made her heart sing a little. She was busy thinking and imagining what this place would look like under sixfeet of the glorious stuff, oh Brodie would love to be snowed in that would be epic! Then, then someone destroyed her peace of mind and her tired soul wanted to hit out and tell whoever it was to go to hell. Though what he said caught her attention. Flying carpet. Wait. Flying carpet.

Brodie blinked stupidly at the man, confused look on her face as she watched him. He looked … too happy for this time of the morning and he looked too…awake for her liking. “Flying…carpet…what?” She asked looking confused. “I had a dream about a flying carpet the other night…” She started trailing off slightly as she shook her head realising she was about to go off on a tangent with someone she didn’t even bloody know! “Excuse me, but who are you?” Her voice sounded decisively annoyed now. Which she was. It was too late at night for this kind of crap, of course Brodie wasn’t one for taking crap. Then again maybe it was too late at night for fighting with people she didn’t have the energy any more, or the mind set for it. “and what the hell are you talking about?” She snapped looking at him as if he was some sort of…crazy thing. Which he was by the way. At least in her mind. More importantly she was hungry and tired. Food and bed. Food and bed that was all that mattered.

K'anpo was realizing exactly how dark it was right now. Very, very dark. Wait, what time was it? It was probably the middle of the night or something. Okay, so his timing was perhaps not the best. She looked like she was just exhausted and needed food and sleep. Food and sleep. He was well-rested for the most part and could really eat himself. Maybe they could go to a little cafe and get something to eat. Or they could go to Roxie and get something to eat in his kitchen. She had - to his knowledge, at least - been on Roxie before when he was showing her around. He rather liked showing her around, too. It was definitely not every day that he was able to talk to someone else, another person, and have them walk around on Roxie, his TARDIS. Mostly because he was the leader of the Torchwood space station. Torchwood 21. No one on there needed to know that he was an alien. That he was anything other than what he claimed to be. He was claiming to be human still, even though he wasn't. Even though he was a Time Lord with two hearts. That would show up in medical checks, but doctor's were bound by their oath not to tell anyone anyway. Not that K'anpo had to worry about that of late. There was no need to really worry about that sort of thing. He was just fine. If he didn't feel fine, he would go chill in the Zero Room for a little while on Roxie. Then he would feel just fine again. But still, it was dark out here. Dark, early, No wonder it was quite this time of night. Other than the random cars that would zip by. Probably some drunken people on the streets.

Rocking back on his feet in front of her, K'anpo's smile dropped. What was she talking about? Yes, she had a dream about a flying carpet last week - at least, from what he knew. That was why he promised to make her one, even if that was introducing the technology a little ... well, a lot early. That was no big deal. Theta introduced the bananna daquiri way too early in France. It was France, wasn't it? He was pretty sure. Things like that happened from time to time. It was no big deal - at least, he did not really consider it that big of a deal. She promised not to show it to everyone anyway. There was no harm in giving her a secret little present. Something between friends, right? K'anpo was not worried about giving it to her. Rather, he was worried about time lines now. Why? Well, simply because the small problem of she did not seem to recognize him. "Don't you remember me? It's me ... The Hermit. You know, 'Obi-Wan'," he air-quoted, the very real possibility of crossing and messing up time lines starting to sink in with him. That was not such a good thing, after all. He swallowed, hoping no random paradoxes would show up. Because that would really, really not be cool. He looked around for a second, afraid of what this tiny mess up could have done. All he's doing now is just meeting her early. That was it. No harm in that, right? Well, hopefully no harm in that, because if there was harm in that then ... well, he did not want to go about supposing what that could possibly mean on this planet - or any other, for that matter anyway.

She was getting pissy now. K'anpo swallowed and sighed. She really did not remember him. "I met you the other day ... at least, for me, it was the other day, and I promised you I would make you a flying carpet. By this point you clearly do not remember any of this because it has not happened for you yet. As my friend would say, 'wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey' stuff. At any rate, I'm here and I made you that flying carpet I promised to make you. I hijacked and replicated the technology from my old hover board that I got in the mid-twenty fourth century - by then it was old news anyway - and put a carpet over it, attached the whole system. I can even put voice-recognition software on it and you could be the only one to make it work, if you wanted. That was the other thing I had an idea about last night while I was finishing it. I took it for a test drive in Roxie and it works great. That was why I wanted to come find you, because it was finished, and I thought it would make a most excellent Christmas present. Oh. It's a bit early for that, but about a month and a half, but still." K'anpo took a breath, trying to fit everything that had happened into a brief description of a few minutes, because she probably thought he was insane and was going to call the cops. He let a hand drop into a pocket and realized - much to his dismay - he had left his identification inside of Roxie. No Torchwood identification, no driver's license, nothing. So police officers would probably not be too happy about that, if they were called here anyway. That would suck.

"Are you hungry? We can go to my kitchen and we can talk more there while we get a ... midnight? Is it midnight? Anyway, while we get a 'midnight' snack. What do you say, Dodie? Care to come with me on an adventure?" He smiled again, trying to get on her good side, get her out of the cold. There was no use in just arguing here in the middle of the street. Trying to convince her that he was not some sort of horrible monster that was going to hurt her. He would never do that in any way, shape, or form. It was just completely not in his nature to do that. Ever. Hopefully she would trust him enough to come with him. At least to get a bite to eat. It was apparently late - or early, he was not sure which - and he wanted to take care of her. She was just a little student, and he had a soft spot for students, anyway.

Blinking Brodie just stared at him. She had no idea who the hell this man was, so why was he talking to her like he knew her? She didn’t understand that at all. Brodie wasn’t one for forgetting people, she was pretty good at remembering faces even if she couldn’t remember names – she hadn’t forgotten a face yet – so why the hell was she not remembering this dude? Did she even know him, no Brodie was pretty damn sure she didn’t know him, she couldn’t know him! she had never met him before hand! "Don't you remember me? It's me ... The Hermit. You know, 'Obi-Wan'," Brodie shook her head slowly, as she looked at him that confused expression across her face. It was one that her friends would recognise, it was that ‘what the hell are you talking about’ look that she got on her face when she was at lectures. When the lecturer was blabbering on about something that she had no idea and it just wasn’t going in to her brain and it all sounded like some old ancient language that you couldn’t even translate! It was that look that covered her features right now. “Um no…sorry…you’ve lost me. though you know Obi-Wan wasn’t technically a hermit…he was excited for political reasons.” She explained flatly with that irritated tone in her voice, she wasn’t a Star Wars fan but she had lived with one in her first year at university in dorms. Markus. He was a good laugh, she still saw him every in class she had even ran in to him in the library last week and they had ended up drinking coffee in Starbucks while attempting to read over physics notes. He was a little encyclopaedia of random useless information.

He kept taking though, this man just kept talking and talking and Brodie stood there with that same confused look on her face as she sat there blinking away as he rambled on. There were little snippets that she caught from him, from what he was saying…he knew her because he had already met her….but she hadn’t met him yet. Ok that was strange that was very strange indeed. How the hell could he have met her and she hadn’t met him…unless it was like something to do with university but she hadn’t been to anything bit lately. The last big thing had been a presentation she had to do on returning from America in August after her nine week storm chasing expedition. Still that had been ages ago and she didn’t remember seeing him there at all. Nope she for defo did not know this man. “Are you ok?” She asked him, there was still a certain concern in her voice. “I mean, flying carpets, their not real.” She told him frankly before looking around the street to see if anyone was around. It wasn’t that she was worried about being spied on, she was just kinda paranoid…well you had to be really. It wasn’t that safe for a girl to be walking around the streets at this time of night on her own but Brodie was more than capable of handling herself.

Yes she was hungry and tired but she wasn’t stupid enough to go off with someone that she had met in the street. That was how idiot girls ended up raped and murdered and it wasn’t as if she was an idiot. Then wait. Did he just call her Dodie? He did didn’t he? Brodie took a step back cautiously as she raised an eyebrow. “Ok, only a couple of people know my nickname so who the hell are you?” Now there was almost a tone of anger in her voice. She was starting to get scared, how did someone say they knew her, knew her nicknames and…acted like he knew her. That was just strange. “An adventure?” She asked, that tone in her voice changed suddenly, it lifted a bit, though he was never one to turn down an adventure. As soon as that word came in to it, Brodie’s sense of danger went out the window. She took another glance around the street and looked at him, there was jut something different about him and there was something in the air. It was like he matched the air in Cardiff with that weird strangeness…but strange was good. Strange was very good though, Brodie liked the strange maybe that was why she was a storm chaser. After all storms were strange, they were unpredictable, in terms of science they were about as strange as they came.

She was just staring at him. Shaking her head as if he was speaking gibberish. As if she really had no clue show he was. There was a way to show her. He knew of a way to show her. Prove her that he was not some serial rapist or something stupid. He could show her his memories of them. It would be so much easier than trying to give her a mini-lecture about the complexities of travelling through both time and space. Because clearly, things were not so great at the moment. Hell, she could not remember him at all because he had messed things up. He screwed up their own timeline. He had no idea what this could mean later on, but he was definitely determined not to have it mean anything horrible. Nothing ... terribly horrible, at any rate. K'anpo dismissed the thought for a moment as she decided to explain Star Wars to him. He had seen all the movies - there were plenty - and did not like any except the original three. He knew about Obi-Wan and - as he thought about it - realized he was a bit like Obi-Wan. A mentor, a teacher. Her expression said she thought he was insane. That she had no idea what in the name of Rassilon he was talking about. K'anpo could understand that. Well, taking a little break from work and coming here to see a new friend who really was a new friend in more than one sense of the phrase. Wasn't that just something? Oh, such was the life of a Time Lord, he supposed. "Lost you? Well, I suppose I have, my dear. But Obi-Wan was what you called me, jokingly. Because I introduced myself as Hermit. I know about the political reasons of Obi-Wan's forced hermacy - if that is even a word, we'll pretend it's one. I too am a hermit due to politics. Rather, trying to avoid them." He was not about to go into the Time War with someone that did not even remember him - she did not remember him yet. With things all messed up now, K'anpo was a little worried.

Not as worried as he should have been, he supposed.

What he alright? Of course he was! "I feel just fine, thank you," he chidded, sighing for a moment. What was it about complicated matters that made people look at him as if he was crazy? He was not crazy, he was a Time Lord. Alright, so that did not perclude him from being crazy all together, but it did mean that he had knowledge that she did not. Knowledge he loved explaining and talking about. Knowledge that, apparently, she did not understand in the least. "Flying carpets are real! Just as real as those storms you enjoy chasing over in the United States," he sighed, knowing that she was probably not believing him in the least. He could try, though, right? Could he not try to at least partially win her over to the cause of him not being insane? Of coming back to Roxie to curl up with something to eat and maybe some nice hot coffee or something? "I made you your very own flying carpet. A few decades ago, people would have never believed in ... iPhones or voice recognition software, right? So, who's to say that flying carpets aren't real in the future?" He was trying to get it to click with her. For things to make sense. Maybe she would not call the police. Maybe she would call some sort of mental facility. It was rather likely to happen at this juncture. With him spouting things about flying carpets and time travel, then who would not hesitate to call the mental specialists on him? And again with the no identification, he would be checked into one of theose places and they would attempt to sedate him. What if they gave him acetaminophen for something?

Oh ... no. His eyes shot open wide with the thought before he shook it off. That was not happening.

"K'anpo Rimpoche, from the planet Gallifrey. Member of the Pyrodian chapter. Registered medical doctor on Earth and a few other places. Time Lord," he smiled, knowing that she'd just think him crazy anyway. "Because I used to live on a lovely mountain on Gallifrey, I started going by 'The Hermit'," he again air-quoted. "We met a few days ago, my time. A few days from now your time, I'm sure, in an alternate time line. Hence how I know your nickname. Your name is Brodie Cameron and I considered you a new friend. I have had a hard time of late making friends, but you were rather interesting. Chasing storms, studying in university. I offered to help you out, being as how I was a mentor on Gallifrey. Never Lord President, though. Not big on politics," he shrugged, wondering why he was spilling out his life story to this woman. Just because he knew her? Well, would know her, anyway. According to her. Not that she knew that yet. Again with the wibbly-wobley time-wimey stuff. Yeah, that stuff. Always complicating matters when meeting people, anyway. "Yes, adventure. In my TARDIS. I've explained before, but it means Time and Relative Dimension in Space," he smiled again, hoping she would not call Roxie a time machine or a space ship. Roxie was rather sensitive about that. Mostly because she was both.

"Don't worry," he tried to reassure her, "I'm not going to rape you or anything. I ... I can show you that you trusted me before. I can show you our brief fun together." He reached out his hands towards her, trying to get his fingers to her temples. Show her that he was to be trusted. It had been a while since he had stepped inside someone else's mind - he had never been the greatest at it, telekinesis was more his speed. There was just something different about her, and her being a little bit different might help things along a bit. He could perhaps show her better what had happened. She probably thought he was special-ed right now. But he ... he just had to try and show her. Stopping, his hands in mid-air, K'anpo sighed. "Or you could just take my word for it and trust me."

She liked this one she did. She wasn’t too sure why but there was something about his attitude that she liked, there was something that she was attracted to, though not that way. It was the way he spoke, his attitude, that almost carefree attitude that he had and the way he managed to have a come back. If she did know him in her future, well lets bloody face it sounded about as plausible as the whole flying carpet deal which was just as insane but still. Insane…some argued that’s what she was. Mind you that was exactly what her parents thought, after all she had spent most of her life at home being spied on and shunted from one shrink to the next because they thought she was insane. At least she wasn’t normal right, as proven before Brodie didn’t like normal. Lost you? Well, I suppose I have, my dear. She smiled a little, raised an eyebrow at him. “You said you meet me, in your future, so you haven’t lost me technically you haven’t found me yet.” There we go, her speciality again splitting hairs. Brodie was pretty good at that one, she always managed to find a way of picking a hole in points.

Right he was fine, he was fine, he sounded freaking crazy not fine! Then again the way he was speaking it was like he really knew her. Flying carpets are real! Just as real as those storms you enjoy chasing over in the United States,"Brodie laughed a little and rolled her eyes, right ok flying carpets were real then! She juggled the textbooks in her hands a little, shifting them until they no longer cut off the blood circulation to her already cold hands before speaking. “Right, ok flying carpets are real I’ll add that to my list of ‘real things’.” There was a heavy sarcasm in her speech as she glanced back down at the books and shifted them again, she was pretty sure at any moment she was going to lose the feelings in her hands. "I made you your very own flying carpet. A few decades ago, people would have never believed in ... iPhones or voice recognition software, right? So, who's to say that flying carpets aren't real in the future?" This time she laughed again, looking up at him, come on she looked up at just about everyone! There wasn’t many people who were shorter than five foot and a half inches in here…at least people who were her age. Brodie got mistaken was a twelve year old more times than should be legal. “Ok, well for one I’m sure that in the future they would find someway of applying the technology to something more useful than a carpet, like for instance a car. Which would keep you both warm and dry. Unlike the carpet.” Really that was common sense thinking wasn’t it?

He did something strange, a thought or something than he shook it off… Brodie chose to ignore that and then he started talking again – something he seemed to do a lot of…for a hermit. Ok so he was from a different planet, right and Brodie was a freaking Disney Princess. Now he was telling us about how they were going to meet…Brodie was pretty sure that that was against the laws of time or something. At least she shouldn’t know the future right she had seen way too many science fiction movies to know that knowing the future equalled bad. “Should you be telling me all this…spoilers and all that shizzle? She asked blankly, of course she somehow chose not to comment on the whole…from a different planet and the associated things. His reassurance wasn’t really reassurance though, it just made her that little bit more nervous…more because she had been contemplating the exact point he spoke about. As he reached out she took a step back, not a big one just enough to put her out of arms reach from him. Why she moved she wasn’t too sure it was just a natural reaction and it was all that she could do. "Or you could just take my word for it and trust me." A nodd. “I think I’ll take your word on it mate, we’re not quite at the touchy-feely stage yet.” She commented lightly before shifting the books again, why on gods good earth did they made these things so heavy she didn’t know! Couldn’t they invent something called light weight paper or something along the like, even better they could have been softback books instead of hardbacks then again, she was carrying a chunk of a tree right? That was enough to put the idea of light weight paper out of her head.

“Ok let me get this right.” She started speaking slowly. “You’re…a what a Time Lord which I suppose by definition makes this TARDIS a big old fancy time machine in which you hope backwards and forwards through time telling people…what…that your going to know them one day and making random magic carpets?” A pause as she raised an eyebrow looking at him for a moment. “And you expect me NOT to call the lovely white coats and have you sectioned under the mental health act?” Well she would as well…only he didn’t look too crazy, schizophrenic maybe but not crazy.

K’anpo was not sure what kind of mess he had gotten himself into, exactly. Surely messing with things in this manner was not such a good idea. Not only was he messing with her timeline, but perhaps his own timeline. He could not just simply go back along his own timeline and mess around back then. It was a bad, bad idea. That was how paradoxes happened. Not such a good thing, either, especially with ones that can rip apart the universe. Very, very bad. Not that he had encountered one quite that bad before, but still. There was always the possibility of universe-ripping paradoxes. At least, that was what he understood from his time in school. Yes, once upon a time, the mentor actually attended school himself. How else would he have become a Time Lord and a mentor to little youngsters. He just wanted to help her out. She was a youngster herself and she looked like she could use some help at any rate. That was what he was here for. Helping her out, building a flying carpet, and thoroughly enjoying his time on Earth before having to go back to the same-old, same-old way of life on the space station. Being tethered to one place was starting to get rather old. That was not cool, actually. Being stuck in the same place. He had to do something. He was starting to feel a little … static. That happened from time to time, but here it was different. As if something else was going to happen. As if he was coming up on a regeneration. What made his mind meander that far? A regeneration?

Really?

Back to the here and now, K’anpo realized that she was probably about a millisecond away from calling the paddy-wagon to come and get him. The guys in white coats to haul him away. K’anpo was not afraid of them; he was determined not to be. He smiled at her correlation. He had not found her yet, but here she was. ”Something like that, I suppose,” he nodded in agreement. ”And not met you in my future, met you in your future. It was in my past.” He was just gently correcting her; hopefully she would not take it the wrong way. Hopefully she would refrain from calling the people in white coats. Hopefully she could understand the complexities of time – well, at least to some degree – because there was just something about her. Something … special. He had sensed it before, and he knew there was something different about her. She was no regular human being. She was something else. Human and yet … beyond human. Curious, that was what she was. Just curious. K’anpo liked curious, something to investigate, something to understand.

He noticed for the first time that she was holding a bunch of textbooks. Ah, studying again, that was good. ”You do that then,” K’anpo nodded, well aware of her thick sarcasm, dripping from her voice. He normally did not appreciate sarcasm, but he was taking it from her. It was just something that she did; she was sarcastic and he could appreciate that about her. She shifted her books again, and K’anpo frowned a little. He could help her out with them, but would that just freak her out more? Would she be so freaked out that she would call the police and the guys in white jackets? He had not used his telekinesis in a little while – not outside of people who really knew him, or only in instances when it was windy or could be blamed on something else. K’anpo loved his telekinesis but was not one to show off about it, anyway. Well, she had a good point. ”Well, before they created the flying cars, they had to have flying something else, right? How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. So once the technology in the iconic flying carpets was perfected, they could put it into cars. You are really quite the smart cookie, now aren’t you?” He smiled, enjoying that he could actually explain something to her for once. Well, for once in this meeting, anyhow.

He really hoped she was not going to call them. Have him taken away like some kind of common crazy person or criminal. Spoilers. K’anpo blinked at the word, taken aback. How did she understand spoilers? ”Oh, technicalities. We should not let ourselves become tangled in trivialities such as spoilers. I suppose other Time Lords are ever so careful about things like that, but not me. I have not been so careful in quite some time. Although, I do suppose that could come back to bite me, no?” He tilted his head to the side, seemingly considering for a moment. K’anpo could not force her to make a connection, a telepathic connection. With her stepping back, he let his hands hang in the air for a moment before dropping. She seemed to want to trust him and then not at the same time. How could he prove that she did trust him at one point – or at least, that she would trust him. Touchy-feely? Oh, right. K’anpo shrugged, ”Well, I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself, I suppose.”

He shook his head, sighing. How to prove himself to her?

As she started trying to absorb what he was saying, K’anpo nodded and smiled softly. Even if she called Roxie a time machine. A loud car horn was heard from just up the street and he turned away from Brodie for a moment to scowl at the car – the vanity license plate said “ROXIE” on the back. ”Oi, she didn’t mean it like that. Just … chill,” he fussed at Roxie, shaking his head before turning back to her for the raising of the eyebrow. That magic carpet was rather random. Not magic, flying. But, that was splitting hairs to some people. There was no such thing as magic. ”Yes, I am a Time Lord. Yes, Roxie is a TARDIS – but she prefers that, not time machine. Yes, I expect you to believe me and NOT call the white coats because I am who I say I am. I am not lying or hiding anything from you, believe me. I don’t look crazy – at least, I don’t think I do. Although, upon further consideration, I suppose crazy people say that too. I can prove I am not human in so many ways …” he trailed off, thinking. His right hand moved up a little – mostly for show, it was not necessary – and the books easily lifted from her hands. They hovered in the air and K’anpo let a laugh escape him. ”I noticed those were a bit heavy. I’m glad to see you’ve been studying, though.” He smiled.

Well now he was just splitting hairs right? Her future, his future she knew what she meant, mind you it prompted a little smile from her lips. He was doing just what she did, that was a match made in heaven right? She didn’t understand the complexity of time, she matched things together in the world that most other people didn’t that was what made her a good meteorologist. She understood the fluid complexity of things, that the world just wasn’t a straight line going from a to b to c etc it was all fluid and dynamic and everything was constantly changing and everything in the entire universe was in flux. That was what made it so amazing. That was what made her love the weather because it was never the same. It wasn’t like a chemical reaction where the same electrons moved every time and the same thing happened with the same outcome it was totally different. Every storm was new and exciting, every storm was different but all ran along the same principal and those who didn’t understand that, well they never made it in the field. There were very few who did understand it and they were the greats.

But still flying carpets she couldn’t get over that, for one she didn’t believe it came before the flying car because especially in a country like this what sort of idiot would create a mode of transport without a roof after all just about every single great invention of transport in the UK had been to do with keeping dry! The first umbrella, putting roofs on cars, windshield wipers! That was proof in itself that it was all to do with keeping dry, which you couldn’t blame everyone for after all this wasn’t the driest place on earth. Cardiff especially. Stupid east coast and their rain shadows. Mind you they did steal all the snow oh they had it so well, at least she got storms though, this place was great for storms, which Brodie of course thoroughly loved. She lived on storms, there was nothing like the rush you got chasing a good storm, there was nothing like the excitement of driving under the core of it and watching the clouds above you rotate like bad as the wall cloud dropped. No wonder her parents thought she was absolutely crazy. Then again she kinda was. “I don’t believe that, after all what would happen if it rained, you would get soaked. Fair enough if you’re a genie it’s the ideal mode of transport but for the rest of us it’s just impractical. Cool but impractical.” well she was right on that one at least.

Now she liked the way he was talking. Brodie wasn’t one for technicalities either, they got in the way most of the time and that just irritated her immensely after all it wasn’t as if she was one for listing to rules. Just like technicalities they got in the way! “Well if it comes back to bit you in the arse then it’s your own fault.” She told him flatly. Well she wouldn’t take the fall for that one! She noticed that look though, as his hands lingered in the air, had she just offended him…she didn’t really care. Taking a deep breath she just listened to him go one about the fact that he could prove he wasn’t human and she didn’t exactly buy it all. Though Brodie wasn’t one for being a great believer, she was sceptical and she was critical but that was what made her a good scientist. Then…the books…oh god. Oh god…and looked at them in mid air for a moment and the colour drained from her face a little and she looked at him and then at the books. Of course she had been studying people misunderstood how much work actually went in to her degree. “Well there is a deceptive amount of physics in Meteorology.” She told him ignoring the hovering books because well…how the hell did you bring that up in conversation?

Then again maybe she would have to comment on it.

“Ok I’m starting to buy the whole…not human thing.” She explained, still a little crept out by the fact that her text books were floating in mid air. “Just don’t drop them, I don’t want to be charged by the library for damaging books.”

CLOSED !

No, he didn't drop the books. We decided to end the thread.