[And the TARDIS' reaction to the feel of the other Doctor and his TARDIS are similar to the two Doctors' reactions to meeting each other. Curiosity, amusement, puzzlement, fascination, the macabre lure of seeing what might have been, of looking at oneself in a mirror where the glass is ever-so-slightly warped.]
[He feels so much like hers, but not. He's had others with him, and she's had so much time with just hers, where she's been all he's had. Precious time, for her, but wrong, for him, and she's known that. Known it would end, and, hello, it has been. Ending. And she's helping it along now.]
[It's quiet, too. This one needs his TARDIS, his her, but not...in the same way. He's whole in himself, still, and she remembers when hers was like that. Entirely wrapped away in himself, all of those emotions and thoughts and she only ever caught fragments of them, pieces, and never quite understood.]
[Now she's seen everything he is, felt her way through all of his memories, his moments, and feels each one with him, the ticking and pops of his thoughts as an undercurrent to her own larger being and the far thunder-sheet din of his drums, and she still doesn't understand.]
[Except maybe the drums. There's a very good chance she understands those more than he might expect, but, well, he's never thought to ask, has he? Of course he hasn't.]
[When she gets to the place in his mind that's his TARDIS, she laughs. That's the only description for her reaction. Oh, hello, that's...well. HA. Of *course* she'll call this other self of hers over. She wants to meet her. Rather a lot.]
[They can trade ideas.]
[Even as she's curling back through the linked minds of the two Time Lords, she's calling out to her other self, across the Time Vortices of all the universes.]
[This, she thinks, ought to be good for all of them.]
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[He feels so much like hers, but not. He's had others with him, and she's had so much time with just hers, where she's been all he's had. Precious time, for her, but wrong, for him, and she's known that. Known it would end, and, hello, it has been. Ending. And she's helping it along now.]
[It's quiet, too. This one needs his TARDIS, his her, but not...in the same way. He's whole in himself, still, and she remembers when hers was like that. Entirely wrapped away in himself, all of those emotions and thoughts and she only ever caught fragments of them, pieces, and never quite understood.]
[Now she's seen everything he is, felt her way through all of his memories, his moments, and feels each one with him, the ticking and pops of his thoughts as an undercurrent to her own larger being and the far thunder-sheet din of his drums, and she still doesn't understand.]
[Except maybe the drums. There's a very good chance she understands those more than he might expect, but, well, he's never thought to ask, has he? Of course he hasn't.]
[When she gets to the place in his mind that's his TARDIS, she laughs. That's the only description for her reaction. Oh, hello, that's...well. HA. Of *course* she'll call this other self of hers over. She wants to meet her. Rather a lot.]
[They can trade ideas.]
[Even as she's curling back through the linked minds of the two Time Lords, she's calling out to her other self, across the Time Vortices of all the universes.]
[This, she thinks, ought to be good for all of them.]