His other's expression is not a happy one, and the Doctor knows this feeling, too. They don't like to be told what to do, and they don't like to be told to stay when they want to leave. He rarely ever listens himself when someone tries to stop him from running, so when the Doctor in black swallows his frustration - it's a visible moment; his face changes from a deep frown to a neutral mask - the Doctor feels relief.
Maybe this Doctor really does want his help; maybe he wants it badly enough that he'll actually let him help. The Doctor can only hope this is true, because he does want to help his other. It's hard to see yourself so lost.
The electrodes slither into position, and the Doctor slips his glasses back on, squinting at the read-outs on the monitors. The readings that appear are within Gallifreyan parameters of normal, and this is strange, having the proof that his other is exactly like him right there in front of him.
Well, not exactly like him. The heart rate is normal, the pressure in his other's cardiovascular as well as his pulmonary system is within range, the blood gases read normal, and so does the impulse velocity in his other's nervous system.
The EEG is different, though. It's spitting out alpha and gamma waves at the moment, as expected, as well as some beta and even some delta waves in the temporal regions, which is also well within the norm. Just above the Bridge, though, the broad part of the Gallifreyan brain that connects both hemispheres and that holds, among many other things, the symbiotic nuclei and the telepathic and the time sense, the readings are more than puzzling. It almost seems like an overlay of two readouts, one Gallifreyan, and the other - different. These bands are nothing like anything one would ever see on a normal brain wave scan; they're new and different, a slow frequency with a big amplitude, but much more regular than delta or theta waves.
The Doctor is quite sure that this is an echo of his other's TARDIS, and it's fascinating. It takes some effort to tear his eyes away from watching that additional, strange rhythm; he'll have to study the recorded data very closely. EEG readings from a TARDIS might just be something no-one's ever been able to study; it's not as if a TARDIS has a brain, after all.
"Yes, yes, coming through. Everything seems within the norm." He checks the other monitors, making sure that all the readings he's getting are making sense, and then turns to look at his other, spreading his fingers in the traditional gesture that communicates a request to enter his other's mind. He lowers his own mental shielding, which he'd been unconsciously reinforcing to keep out most of the echo of the drums. They're gaining volume now, he can hear their constant beat, radiating out from his other in the old, well-known rhythm.
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Maybe this Doctor really does want his help; maybe he wants it badly enough that he'll actually let him help. The Doctor can only hope this is true, because he does want to help his other. It's hard to see yourself so lost.
The electrodes slither into position, and the Doctor slips his glasses back on, squinting at the read-outs on the monitors. The readings that appear are within Gallifreyan parameters of normal, and this is strange, having the proof that his other is exactly like him right there in front of him.
Well, not exactly like him. The heart rate is normal, the pressure in his other's cardiovascular as well as his pulmonary system is within range, the blood gases read normal, and so does the impulse velocity in his other's nervous system.
The EEG is different, though. It's spitting out alpha and gamma waves at the moment, as expected, as well as some beta and even some delta waves in the temporal regions, which is also well within the norm. Just above the Bridge, though, the broad part of the Gallifreyan brain that connects both hemispheres and that holds, among many other things, the symbiotic nuclei and the telepathic and the time sense, the readings are more than puzzling. It almost seems like an overlay of two readouts, one Gallifreyan, and the other - different. These bands are nothing like anything one would ever see on a normal brain wave scan; they're new and different, a slow frequency with a big amplitude, but much more regular than delta or theta waves.
The Doctor is quite sure that this is an echo of his other's TARDIS, and it's fascinating. It takes some effort to tear his eyes away from watching that additional, strange rhythm; he'll have to study the recorded data very closely. EEG readings from a TARDIS might just be something no-one's ever been able to study; it's not as if a TARDIS has a brain, after all.
"Yes, yes, coming through. Everything seems within the norm." He checks the other monitors, making sure that all the readings he's getting are making sense, and then turns to look at his other, spreading his fingers in the traditional gesture that communicates a request to enter his other's mind. He lowers his own mental shielding, which he'd been unconsciously reinforcing to keep out most of the echo of the drums. They're gaining volume now, he can hear their constant beat, radiating out from his other in the old, well-known rhythm.
"Ready?"