“don’t worry, I’ve got it —“
the timelord nodded, before gently lifting her into his arms and protectively cradling her head.
he held her as gently as he possibly could, whilst making sure that she couldn’t slip and fall.
“right, mel — I’m gonna have to at least
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“oh, darling —“
okay, that’s makes moving her
without hurting her incredibly
difficult.
but is he ( fuck ) leaving her here.
“alrighty. . . come on, let’s get
out of here, yeah?”
“okay. that’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going
anywhere.”
he settled beside her, occasionally
glancing over his shoulder to keep
an eye on whatever that ( thing )
was.
“can I pick you up? where does it hurt?”
“mel — fuck —“
he was quite clearly panicking, it was clear by the way he held on to her shoulders.
he gave her a little shake, just to try and keep her awake.
“what? no, mel. I’m not leaving you here. are you nuts?”
playfully rolling his eyes, he returned to his seat, carefully watching her with a grin.
“oh, yeah — she totally will.” atticus teased.
“one of them has my face on it, though. totally unique.”
he returned her hug, giving her shoulder a gentle pat — as he always does.
“yeah? you like it? there’s a little pouch of patches in there as well, for your funky jacket.”
he almost matched her grin, perching
at the end of her desk to watch her open the gift.
his own could wait for now.
he’d gotten her a purple, leather bound adventure journal — with one page already scribbled with a note.
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he has a little present and a bunch of flowers for @superbiatech!
( yes, he is incredibly late. don’t
mention it. )
thea.xn--6ii hc that atticus is known as unit’s heartthrob but totally without his knowledge
sat in his pyjamas, eating chocolate
and watching some shit tv.
this is what christmas is all about,
isn’t it?
“we aren’t going to get trapped.” he replied confidently, keeping a firm grip on her hand as he strides them ( away ) from danger.
“it’s fine!”
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atticus rolled his eyes, giving his
knee a firm kick from under the table.
“stop calling me that. and you’re
meant to be helping me!”
“yuh-huh.”
pushing his present to the side, he moved on to the next — neatly folding up some wrapping paper.
“she’s a gem, though. she’s always there for me.”



