Hii, first i want to say i love your work, thank you so much for writing them. I have a little request. How about Thena having a panic attack but fortunately Gil is there to help her.
I got a table close to the window in the back
Thena slipped her phone into her purse, looking around the restaurant from the entrance close to the bar.
Gil usually insisted on picking her up or at least walking with her for their dates. But he was getting off work and the restaurant they had chosen was close enough to her office that she said she could just meet him there. Besides, she didn't want Gil feeling like he had to worry about her all the time.
She was settling back into her life again. Her 'leave of absence' at work raised plenty of eyebrows, but she had never cared much what her insipid and needling coworkers thought of her. She always said that translation wasn't a job that required one to be social anyway.
Druig and Makkari were looking at houses, a few of which she'd seen in person. She was confident they would make a good choice for their lives going forward together.
She wanted him to feel like he could move on with his life from all this. She wanted him to feel like he could move in with Kari and start planning to propose again, and not worry about his sister in the process.
Druig deserved to feel free from that terrible night.
Thena tilted her head and then moved, trying to see if the restaurant had a semi-detached room or something.
"Watch it!"
She had to physically stumble back from the massive figure she had bumped into, as well as how it had turned around and nearly thrown her away for it. She blinked, muttering, "sorry."
"Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?" the man continued to bark at her when all she had done was slightly bump into the back/side of him. He towered over her at a frightening height, even in her work heels.
"I said sorry," Thena muttered again. He was being a dick about it, but she was having trouble getting her eyes up to meet his. He didn't have to yell about it.
Maybe he had a change of heart, because he went quiet, only so he could lean closer to her. "Huh."
"Excuse me," she tried to squeak out and move away, but he put his arm out, trapping her there with him.
"Well, I might be willing to forgive the mistake," he purred. So, he did admit it was an honest mistake.
Thena froze as he reached out and tipped her chin up to look at him. He was so tall, and so in her space, and her father used to do that to her-
"You know," he continued, not noticing the wild look in her wide eyes and the jumpiness of her chest. "I'll let you buy me something from the top shelf to make up for it. What do you say, sweetheart?"
Thena gulped. She couldn't get a sound out. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest was tight and her hands were shaking.
"Speak up, sweet cheeks," he antagonised, still unaware of or maybe enjoying her distress.
"She's with me."
Thena felt as if she would collapse when a familiar hand pulled her away from her captor. She gripped his sleeve.
"I'm sorry, Thena," Gil whispered to her as he ushered her away from the crowd and towards the table he had. "I didn't see you come in."
She shook her head. It wasn't Gil's fault that men like that jackass really still existed in the current day.
"Did you-" Gil paused, looking at her as he took her coat from her. He laid it over the back of her chair before leaning down to her. "Thena."
She looked at him. She was holding it together. She nodded.
Gil wasn't convinced. He sat across from her, holding her hands in his, "hey, Thena, look at me."
She was. She was looking at him, but she still felt her breath coming in short little puffs. She felt lightheaded and dizzy.
"Thena," Gil repeated her name to her, hoping to see some spark of recognition in her eyes. He held her hand between his and squeezed harder, "talk to me."
"I'm fine."
She obviously wasn't.
Gil pulled her hand to his cheek, ignoring the public setting around them. "What do you feel?"
Her eyes darted around over his face. Her thumb moved faintly, feeling how he had shaved this morning but he was starting to get the faintest trace of stubble, "rough."
"Good," he whispered, moving her hand to his glass of water, already full of ice and dripping with condensation, "and?"
"Cold," she muttered, her fingers settling on the smooth of the glass. She blinked, "wet."
"Good," Gil moved their fingers to wind together, pressing his nice warm palm to hers, "and what do you see?"
Thena took a longer, fuller breath, her chest and shoulders moving with it. She looked out the window, "rain."
It wasn't raining yet, but it was expected to.
"And?"
She looked back at Gil--this sweet, perfect man. Everything she could ever want and more. She smiled, "you."
He chuckled, encouraged by her improvement, "and?"
She sighed, finally regaining some air in her lungs. She looked down at the candle on the table, and then at their plates, and the bread that was admittedly rather depleted. Not that she blamed him. She peeked up at him through her lashes, "how late I am?"
Gil smiled though. "Hey, you know I don't mind. You mentioned you were held up at your office."
Really, it was taking care of some last minute work before the weekend, and then avoiding the questions of why she was so dressed up and where she was going and why she wasn't going to join them for drinks when they hadn't seen her for months.
As if the invitation wasn't just for finding out what she had been up to while she was away.
"Something like that," she sighed. It wasn't the perfect entrance she was hoping to make, but she supposed she had arrived in one piece. She smiled at him again, "thank you, Gil."
He blushed a little, always charming in his humility. He rubbed his palms on his slacks. "You know I'm happy to help, Thena--always."
Yes, he certainly was. She tilted her head at him, anchoring herself in the weight of her ponytail swinging off her shoulder. "Perhaps we should ask for more bread when we order."
He grinned, sensing some of her more playful side coming out. He pushed the little basket closer to her, "I did save you some."
Thena accepted the offered piece of ciabatta, giving him her best 'doe eyes'. "My hero."
He blushed again, much to her delight. Maybe this date wasn't beyond salvation. Gil looked around for a server.
Thena pressed her fingers against the jagged crust of the bread, feeling it in her fingertips. She was fine--things would be fine.
"Thena?"
She looked up with a smile, eager to assure him that the moment had passed. She leaned on the edge of the table, determined to have a nice date with the man of her dreams if it killed her. "How was your day?"
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theres this moment in potd when theyre in the tardis and yaz is keeping a gun on the master and the tardis lights up with the message from that traitor dalek, right? and the master is like on the plane when the doctor realised there was no pilot being all "messages from daleks?? oh no what could that mean?? the doctor getting coordinates from daleks?? oh no yaz thats so worrying" but like he obviously knows whats going on right hes just trying to get under yazs skin
and theres this moment where he says that and yaz looks at him, and looks at the gun in her hands still aimed at him, and then back at him, and like shes not stupid right she knows hes up to Something it's just not entirely clear yet exactly How hes up to something and what this dalek thing has to do with it but she trusts the doctor right so shes like "im sure theres a good reason" even though shes Clearly Having Doubts and the master says "lets hope so"
i dont really have a point i just hadnt really idk Registered this moment where she looks at that gun like
is this what he wants? am i doing what he wants? how could this possibly be what he wants?
like idk, the doubt is fun. the way the last line before this moment is "im in your head dear" and like the master didnt GET anywhere with this, right? like he wasnt gonna make yaz shake at all she was never gonna like,,,,,defect or anything. he doesnt get anywhere with this, but it does make yaz force the doctor to tell her What The Fuck Shes Doing in the next scene
it might have been interesting to see in the next scene what it might have taken for yaz to stop the doctor from going to see that dalek. like clearly shes loyal enough, or trusts the doctor's judgement more than her own so much, that if the doctor says "it's a risk i have to take" that thats enough to make yaz follow
but what if yaz had been like no i think something is actually wrong here in a way we dont understand yet and if we act now we're gonna make mistakes bc we're Missing Stuff. bc like yaz at this point is pretty fucking familiar with trying to do stuff while Missing Necessary Information, right? what if she'd been like we have a time machine, we can afford to take 5 minutes to figure out what is actually going on here before just walking into something we both know is a fucking trap
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