The Doctor's Office Hours: Friday

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten is so tooling around with Photoshop today. Fo' serious. He is very, very bored.
Today's music is Simon and Garfunkel.]


((BOTHER HIM. Except when Rhi's napping.))

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[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[Geoff glares at the door for a long while before knocking. He hasn't slept well, and there's a scowl etched into his face.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten spins around in his spinny chair.] Come in?

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[He steps into the room, stopping just inside the door, and watches Ten, glowering.]


[ooc: Oh, now, the spinny chair is an unfair advantage. No fair fighting with cute!]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He looks up.] Geoff? Hey, mate! [And then he stops and squints, noticing the expression on Geoff's face.] What's wrong?


((You can't stop the cute. [needs to cease making FF references]))

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

You. You're what wrong.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten's eyebrows go up. Way up. His tone is still gentle.] Can't say I haven't heard that before...but not from you. Care to clarify?

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to, Ten. How about "You're a bastard"? Or "I'm sick of being used"? Either of those work for you?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He can almost literally feel the blood chill in his veins, his eyes growing cold, his voice slowing.] I'm not using you.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Really? Because you could have fooled me. I bared my soul to you, Ten! I told you things I've never told anyone! And then you use it to get me into bed and then...run off with your slut of a librarian!

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten stands up, hands flat on his desk.] I didn't USE that to get you into bed. Never. And if you think that's how I am, you must not know me very well. I thought you did.
Furthermore, I haven't run off with anyone. And Adam's not a slut.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[Geoff's voice rises, as does his color.] Of course not, Ten! My mistake. Because there isn't really anything for you to run off from, is there? We weren't ever really even friends. Colleagues, acquaintances, bed partners, but when did we ever actually become friends?

You're right. I don't know you. Because you won't let me. [He takes a breath, and speaks through gritted teeth.] I was the one who stayed with you, when you were suffering there in the clinic. Not CJ. Not Adam. Me. And what kind of thanks did I get? Nothing. I had to come looking for you.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He staggers back, just a step, into the chair, and sits down hard. It's a moment before he can really say much of anything, and then his voice is quiet.] I...didn't know. And what do you want me to do now? Apologise? Throw myself at your feet and beg for forgiveness? I can do that.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes and sneers.] I didn't come here to ask you to grovel, Ten. As if I think you'd actually mean it anyway.

[Geoff takes a step backward toward the door.] You know, now that I think about it...I'm really not sure why I came here.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[His voice is hurt, arms crossed across his chest as if protecting himself.] Because you care, perhaps? Or cared, past tense.

[very quietly] But I'll still be here, even when you're done with the righteous rage.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Geoff turns and stalks out the door, letting it slam loudly behind him.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[After he leaves, Ten spins to face the window. He looks out, elbows on his knees, face in hands.] What the hell?!

[If anyone does knock, he won't answer for a while.]