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[di_carlisle]

Rose is still hung up on the Doctor. He's got that tight a grip on her, she's obsessed with him. No matter how much he hurts her or pushes her away, she keeps coming back to him for more grief and heartbreak.

No matter how often I tell her I love her, no amount of concern for her happiness -- nothing I can offer her -- will make her realise what he's doing to her.

And then she tells me she feels trapped, when all I want to do is help set her free.

*sits alone and emo*
*music starts*

The sun comes up,
I think about you.
The coffee cup,
I think about you.
I want you so,
It's like I'm losing my mind.
The morning ends,
I think about you.
I talk to friends,
I think about you.
And do they know?
It's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon doing every little chore,
The thought of you stays bright.
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor,
Not going left, not going right.
I dim the lights and think about you,
Spend sleepless nights to think about you.
You said you loved me,
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?

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[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

*knocks*

Blythe, sir. Sorry to disturb you when you're singing. May I come in?

[di_carlisle]

*hastily wipes tears*

What is it, Blythe?

[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

It's official, sir. I'd rather not say it out here in the hallway.

[di_carlisle]

Oh, all right. Come in if you must.

[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

*comes in*

*sits down*

*eyes you*

Everything alright, sir?

[di_carlisle]

*rubs eyes*

Oh, Blythe. Don't ever fall in love.

...so. What is it, then?

[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

Well, to be blunt, sir, it's about the Block case. The Yard feel that you've let your pursuit of the suspect be hampered by certain...other activities. I see here you "interviewed" three different suspects in one night...good lord, you never change; don't you ever get enough? So they've sent me along to offer my assistance.

*poker squint*

If you'd be so good as to share your files on the case with me so far, sir, I can have them returned to you first thing in the morning.

[di_carlisle]

I trust you're not questioning my methods, Blythe! Bloody hell, doesn't history repeat itself...it's as if you were put on earth to ride my arse.


All right, all right. Here are the files *tosses them to you* but unfortunately, we don't have much of a case. The little prick's been behaving himself. Even helped rescue someone.

[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow at your 'riding' metaphor but lets it go for now*

*lays open case file on your desk*

Hrm. That's a shame, sir. From what the previous Inspector told me Block's a slippery bugger.

*stands unnecessarily close to you as I review the files*

[di_carlisle]

*swallows a bit at your closeness*

Can I get you some coffee, a biscuit, or something?

Slippery isn't the word. He got probation on a bit of a technicality.

[dc-blythe.livejournal.com]

Whatever's fine, sir. *surreptitiously watches your arse as you walk into the kitchen*

*supposedly returns attention to files* Yes, Block's an oily sort. Oily and smooth. Someone with enough skill and charm like him can grease the wheels of justice to make sure things slide his way.

...Was that a dish you just dropped, sir?

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Your pain is so very deep.

[di_carlisle]

I don't suppose you've ever been this much in love. Wanker.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Twat.

[di_carlisle]

Git.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Slapper

[di_carlisle]

Prat.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Loser

[di_carlisle]

Cradle-robber.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Stupid ape

[di_carlisle]

Conceited alien.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Whatever

[neiltennant.livejournal.com]

'Ow man, nice lyrics. Ah did a canny cover of that as did me mate Liza.

[the-10thdoctor.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *head asplody*

[di_carlisle]

Oh, god. I think we just reached an entirely new level of meta.