Be quiet, I'm Talking

Mal yelped as the two of them crashed to the TARDIS floor. That hurt... Fortunately she had landed on top of him so at least that broke her fall. Unfortunately her hands began to wonder. One roamed his chest and marvelled at his strength while the other grabbed onto his shoulder. This was a predicament, wasn't it? His arms were around her but Mal couldn't think to do anything else since he was up on his feet, forcing her to follow suit. She huffed dramatically as she stumbled to the screen and held onto him.

"I'm dying. Burning inside out. Good bye, universe. Dead. Death. Dying. How's this... fixing.. my damn problem? Well.. our damn problem." Mal tried to focus on the screen but had no idea what it said. Couldn't they just give in and at least make out? Well, Mal wouldn't be able to, nor would she want to, stop.

Mal stared at him with big eyes as she slowly sucked in her bottom lip. Honestly, if he didn't want her to maul his face off he was going to have to stop pushing her on. By maul she really meant attack with her lips. Actually she was calculating her chances with that now but didn't want to seem desperate. That thought made her laugh at herself. Yeah, okay.

She blinked at him and coughed when his leather jacket was slung over her shoulders. She wasn't joking when she'd said she loved leather. Mal rubbed her hands together nervously as she was pulled down to sit beside him. Her eyes were huge as she stared at him, watching his face reflect resignation and frustration. There were ways a person could simply get rid of those feelings... And she couldn't help herself, she was so close it was easy to lean in and start kissing the line of his jaw.

Get a bloody hold of yourself before I fling myself out into the vortex! I swear to god I will!
No, no, shh, just... shut up.
Did I stutter? Stop! Jesus, use your power. Make him run away. Seriously, you could do it.
Oh, I could use my power alright...
No, no, don't use it to be a pervert. Seriously? No. No. No! Stop thinking about that ugh!
I can't help it you brought it up!
I'm you!
Well then....

You have a med bay... put me to sleep. You have something to do that, don't you? Just knock me out and leave me to die somewhere. God...." Mal managed to mutter out those words in between each kiss she planted.

Mal twitched her nose like she always did upon waking. She fully expected to wake up at her apartment to get ready for her job at the café only to realize the room she was currently in didn't have the same feel. The thought of what transpired hit her over the head like a brick and her eyes snapped open, her body shooting up at the hips as she slowly looked beside her. She had to press her hand tightly over her mouth to mute the shriek that tried to throw its way up. This wasn't actually possible, right? This didn't really happen? But it did, oh yes. She sprung up, hoping to whatever god was out there he didn't stir. Mal put her clothes though struggled hatefully with them. Damn nerves always made things harder to do. She had to get out of here. Now.

And so Mal slipped out of the room and walked with quick steps down the corridor. She had to use the walls several times to keep from keeling over and eventually when they full force of it all hit her, she was forced to slip into a small room. It held cleaning supplies she'd have thought was funny but the situation she was in put a massive damper on everything. Mal sat against the door and shook so hard she felt like she'd never be able to stop. Just focus on breathing... chill out, man... chill. Well, that was easier said then done since she was gasping for control while clutching a hand to her heart. Oh... she was having a panic attack. No wonder it felt so painful.

Mal finally calmed the attack, resting her head back against the door with a thunk. None of this stopped her from quivering but at least she could breathe better now. She licked her lips and was, dumbly, surprised to taste him there. It caused a new wave of nerves to crash down on her as she wondered what their next encounter was going to be like. Apparently she was given no time to ponder the thought since his voice rang through the door. It caused her to jump and her heart to stop with the surprise. She had to recollect herself just to stand up and open the bloody door. Her palms were clammy and she knew she looked like one thread away from a nervous breakdown.

Mal entered the control room and swallowed heavily, glancing at him once before staring at the ground as she walked, an air of self consciousness radiated from her. When she spoke she used a lot of unnecessary hand gestures. It was odd considering she rarely did that, "I-I'm sorry... I wouldn't... I... uh..." She had to stop, turning to face him, to the door, and back several times before clasping her hands tightly together. "Stupid apes and their lack of control." Mal blamed herself, completely. Well, herself and the idiot who shot her with a dart.

Mal bit the inside of her cheek and stared at the ground when the Doctor stepped in front of her. But once he touched her she looked up at him and furrowed her brows in thought. Well, at least she was home now, right? She could... do things there. But what? She felt clueless on what she'd want to do and would probably just end up standing in her living room being completely daft and unproductive. Though wouldn't it be near impossible to travel with him now? She was obviously awkward and he was going to be broody. That's usually how things worked, right? It didn't exactly help that he was leaving it up to her to decide. Mal liked it when people told her what to do. That, actually, would sound odd considering she's usually first in line to argue with anything dangerous.

But Mal could travel, could make it easier on the both of them by making the Doctor forgive himself. She could even go so far as to make him ghost over what had happened. Mal wasn't able to wipe a memory from someone's mind but she could convince them it never existed which worked to the same extent... though eventually it could be uncovered through triggers.

Taking in a slow breath she started to walk back towards the console, thinking over what she could say. "Calmer...." Mal breathed with a shuddering exhale. She had stopped beside him and hesitantly slid her hand over one of his. Looking at their hands she added in a cheeky voice, "Like a spa?" When she looked up at him her facial expression was dead serious though she wasn't able to hold it long. A small smile quirked the corners of her mouth and gave away she was joking.

Mal wanted to establish the mental connection, wanted to do it so bad. But she was afraid he'd know and get angry. She wasn't the most subtle with her ability and she would never use it to harm anyone. Well, she took one risk so what was one more? Through her hand she concentrated on forming the temporary link and used it to push a feeling of reassurance through to him. She could do more, wanted to, but figured that's all she would do to prevent any wrath that it may evoke. At least if one of them felt okay it was easier to drive on rough terrain.

Mal watched him and tilted her head in a curious matter. She was more than thankful they were moving on, leaving behind what had happened. It was the way she dealt with all her issues so was appreciative he did the same. There was nothing worse when someone wanted to sit down and talk things through. No thanks, not Mal. "I honestly hate spas too. I just wanted to see if you'd do it. I have no idea where to go. Anywhere, I guess... unless it's gonna be like Valin..? Varin? Where were we again? Who cares. Oh! How about somewhere with lights. Just colourful lights. I know that seems simple minded but they've always interested me."

She gnawed on the inside of her cheek as she flopped back on the jumper seat and pulled her legs up against her chest. Mal use to have a tank of fish that was lit up with different coloured lights, making the fish appear to be glowing. The movement was soothing and fascinated her, making it her safe place when she mentally needed to escape in her younger years.

Mal raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the Doctor as he laughed but didn't question it.  She sat there a moment until he came walking over and dragged her out of the chair.  If she didn't hop up and stumble to her feet he would probably be dragging a dead weight around right about now.  She came to a stop and shot him a sceptical look as she made her way to the doors and threw them open.  

Mal gaped in astonishment as she walked out in an almost hypnotic trance.  She didn't even care how she looked as she stared at the black sky, different colours of light were shooting across it and twisting about.  The light under her feet caught her attention as she walked, the grass glowing a neon yellow with each step and she laughed.  "Wow... that's just... that's just rad, man."  Instantly she plopped down and placed her hand on the terrain, watching as it lit up before flopping on her back and staring at the bright sky.

Mal watched a green light rocket across the sky before it branched off and turned purple.  With a raised eyebrow she glanced at him as he poked fun at her race again.  "I'm starting to see a falsity in your teasing.  You sure like to mock something you're fond of."  She turned back to the sky and sighed, "Festivals... nah, too many people.  I think places lose something when they're prepped for tourism and advertised."

She eyed him warily when he smiled at her, giving her the sudden urge to smack him.  But she contained herself and decided to show some will power in an attempt to redeem herself.  Her restraint didn't stop her from thinking back about an hour ago and her face started to heat up.  She was blushing furiously and cleared her throat, snapping her attention back to the sky to take her mind off of it.  With all the lights painting the sky just to fade away and remake it was easy for Mal to relax and she did so with a long sigh.  Her shoulders eased and she could barely keep the fascination off her face again.

"How's all this work?  Biolumi-what's it for the grass?  Gases for the sky?  Maybe I shouldn't ask, keeps the mystery in it but I'm curious.  Though I personally would like to say magic is the cause."

Mal chewed her lip thoughtfully as she listened. "How can small rocks be falling through the atmosphere? Eh, screw it, it's cool." She closed her eyes and blinked them open as she followed his finger to the green flash. "How could anyone get use to this? Well I guess you don't always appreciate the things you see daily. It's like they're not really there, not really worth your attention. It was like that for me in Toronto. Everything was boring." She shook her head as she spoke and sat up.

Her fingers ran through her hair as she dragged her other hand over the grass. Pollen. How did pollen glow? That was pretty fascinating. Who knew she could feel so content? But once she realized her guard was down she glanced at the Doctor warily. Oh, screw it, he'd seen her hard when it was way down and that just caused her to hang her head and snort. Was she giggling? Yup. Wack job, she was.

Mal rubbed a hand over her chin as she stopped laughing. She looked over at the Doctor with a small smile as she nodded. "Love it." And soon he was up, of course he was. With a quirked eyebrow she stood and followed him to the trees, feeling anticipation to see whatever it was he had to show her. Hopefully it wasn't lethal...

But they were pushing past trees and walking farther and farther into the forest until the trees just seemingly stopped, carving around a pond that caused her to gape. Mal promptly clamped her jaw closed as she stepped closer, peering into the crystal water that lit up with the colours from the sky. She went from looking into the water to up at the sky before looking around at the trees. They were bloody glowing! It seemed to unreal but by far the coolest thing she thinks she ever saw. And she was speechless. So all she could do was look the Doctor's way with a smile.

Mal's smile fell as she tilted her head at him. Apology, of course. She tried not to tense when he hugged her but couldn't quite help it. Oh, it wasn't even him, Mal just sucked with contact though he probably doubted that thanks to her assault in the TARDIS. She reached up quickly and patted him on the back in an awkward manner before he pulled away. "Right... yes. All's forgiven." She swallowed thickly and turned toward the pond again.

Was that even believable? She didn't even blame him so didn't see a need to accept his apology. But if it would help him forget then she'd say anything. Mal wouldn't forget but she'd bloody well do her best to ignore it, kick it in a hole and bury it, run from it. You know, the usual stuff. Hell, she still blamed herself for things she'd done or said when she was ten. You could say Mal had a problem with letting go.

She took in a breath and glanced back at him, "Seriously, man, it's all good. Don't be sorry. Plus, since you're ever the optimist, you could say you helped me out." Her grin was cheeky then and she spun around to stare at the sky.