Later that day

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She finishes up everything that demands her attention. "Full lid gang" she says to herself. She packs up her attache and gets up to leave. She knows she should have left hours ago...but she just couldn't stand unfinished business. Her job, whatever her job, was a serious responsibility.

She walks down the hallway. The school sounds deserted (except for a strange wheezing coming from...a locker?) and she feels no need to hurry.

Looking around there are posters and flyers cluttering bulletin boards...it smells of chalk and floor polish. Just a high school, she thinks.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: "Full Lid Gang!" Yeeaaahhh!]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Wheezing? Has someone finally found radekzelenka?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: it's something from when Marty thought he was principal Connor. I just decided to pick up on it.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/125897.html#cutid1))

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Ah. Radek once mentioned we could shove him in a locker. And he hasn't been heard from in quite a while. :)

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[After his talk with Mr Phale (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/83755.html), the Doctor had quickened his pace, reaching the school in barely five minutes. The problem would be in town, or so Mr Phale had implied, and the school would be fairly safe. The Doctor, in any other situation, would have insisted on being on the front lines. But he couldn't leave CJ behind, without a word. He didn't think he could leave her at all. So he tore through the corridors at high speed, looking for her, head still pounding in stereo.

It was odd that she hadn't felt anything. Then again, she had been able to work at the White House for years--anyone who was able to sense anything out of the ordinary wouldn't last more than three weeks.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She feels completely safe in the school. Her footsteps slow and stop as she reaches the front door. Even though she had promised, she suddenly didn't want to leave. She stands at the main entrance reading who is asking for roommates, who is running for student government...*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He sees her, from far down the long hall, almost ready to leave. So he shouts after her, Orpheus-style, running as fast as he can.]

CJ!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She turns slowly and looks at him. Her brows furrow.*

Doctor?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Don't go out.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I...can't.

I've been trying to, and I just can't make myself put my hand on the door. It's so very strange...*her voice trails off*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Thank god. [He takes her hand and opens the door. They step outside, into the pouring rain, for about two seconds, before he pulls her back inside.

His head is aching now. It makes him nearly want to vomit--something he hasn't done since he was a child, nearly a millennium ago. But he doesn't. Instead, he grits his teeth.]

Do you understand?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Clearly confused, she shakes her head*

I don't...What's going on with you. It's rain.

I just want to leave. I don't want to be here anymore.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

CJ...darling...love...

If we leave, there is a very, very good chance that we will die. I can't prove this to you. I can't drag evidence in front of you. This is all a priori.

But it's the truth. I have never, ever, lied to you, and I am not starting now. [He leans against the wall, sweat breaking out on his forehead.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Die? Why? Doctor, you're not making sense!

*Hysteria creeps into her voice*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[It's creeping into his, too, and his voice gets higher and his accent increases with every word.] I don't know how. I don't know. But it's bad and it's coming, god help us, and we'll be safe here. Will you trust me? Will you, for two seconds? Please?!

[He slides down the wall to sit on the floor, looking stunned.]

...my head hurts.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Will you trust me? Will you, for two seconds? Please?!
She winces at his words, because they cut her deeply.

She looks out at the rain. She looks back at him. She bends and takes his hands. Regardless...if they are staying her, they may as well be comfortable*

Come on, we'll go up to the lounge.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He nods, standing up slowly. He looks haggard.] All right.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She looks out the windows one last time, squinting her eyes trying to focus on something far awy through the storm*

Is there...is something moving out there?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He follows her line of sight with sharper eyes, and gulps.]

Yes.

Let's go.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Adrenaline rushes in her blood. She doesn't want to run, but can barely stop herself*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, a wave of nausea falls over him, and he moans.]

Oh god...what have they done?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She turns to him*

Doctor? What?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Horribly embarrassed, but too sick to care, he turns away from her and vomits. Coughing, he can only speak after a moment.]

They're coming.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Nearing principalconnor's office, she has an idea.*

Do we need guns, because you know there are some in here...

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

If they're not booby-trapped all to hell.

...You know how to shoot?

[The Doctor doesn't carry a gun. He never has. But if she knows...]