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It was the little things, really. The cow shaped coffee creamers, the dogs dressed in police outfits, pretty much anything with a face, all talking, singing, shouting, laughing at the same time.
Enough to drive anyone mad, really.
Was it any wonder that, despite the men and women in blue breathing down Jaye's neck, she was rolling her eyes and fidgeting and hissing back at them.
Yeesh.
Except that, just now, Nadia was one of those women in blue, and she was supposed to be watching Jaye while they waited to see if anyone would post bail or if they should try interrogating her again. So Nadia was leaning against the frame of the one-way mirror, looking in on Jaye who could not possibly look back out at her and wondering what on Earth had happened to make the "Mean Girl" look quite that crazy.
Well, you know, other than the talking animals.
Jaye could not possibly see Nadia or any of the others in the room with her, because her side of the mirror was a mirror, and Nadia's side was a window. Simple physics, and Nadia knew this beyond a doubt, but she had the stragest feeling that while Jaye stood on the other side of that thing, she was looking directly at her.
"It's all in your head, though," said a voice from behind her, and Nadia turned. It was Charlie Kawalsky, his back facing her, sitting at the edge of the hospital bed.
The patient in the bed didn't look like they had much longer to go, judging by the number of machines.
Still, Kawalsky and the patient were watching a movie, and it was obvious to Nadia that they were both trying to make the best of it. One of those crazy cop-out-of-water things, lots of explosions in some drug-riddled tropical "paradise". It was a footchase on, right now, past pink buildings and palm trees while ridiculous eighties electronica filled the room.
Behind her, Jaye banged on the one-way mirror, but Nadia ignored her.
"He's not going to make it," someone said, and Nadia nodded. Kawalsky was gone now, but that made sense, since he was being chased down on the bad cop-out-of-water flick, and he couldn't be in two places at the same time.
Looked like he might get caught, too.
Jaye banged louder and Nadia could hear her muffled shouting. "Hey! Hey, New Girl! Let me out of here, alright?"
She turned to tell Jaye there wasn't anything she could do, not without losing her job, but the one way mirror wasn't behind her, any more.
Or, rather, it still was, and it was staying behind her, no matter which way she turned, so she had to tune her out and focus on what she could see, instead, which was the TARDIS.
Nadia was in a hospital room in a police station in the TARDIS.
Yeah, that made sense. . . .
There was a blonde woman Nadia half recognized standing in front of the main panel, and a chain running past Nadia and out the door (which was a one way mirror window to where Jaye was being kept next to the hospital bed and the TV where Kawalsky was getting caught, of course). The chain yanked, the blonde woman grumbled, and part of the TARDIS gave way.
A brilliant, bright golden white light spilled from the machinery and wrapped and zapped deep into the blonde woman, seeming to set the world on fire. A strange, mechanical wheezing noise began, and the TARDIS started to fade even as Jaye banged harder on her window and Kawalsky was tackled to the ground by marines on the television and Nadia in her blue police/orderly spacesuit/uniform just stood in the middle of it all, watching it wash over and into each other like waves, until the light on the blonde girl and the noise from the talking animals, and the light and noise of the cop-out-of-water movie all slammed into her at once and she was lost.
It was the little things, really. The cow shaped coffee creamers, the dogs dressed in police outfits, pretty much anything with a face, all talking, singing, shouting, laughing at the same time.
Enough to drive anyone mad, really.
Was it any wonder that, despite the men and women in blue breathing down Jaye's neck, she was rolling her eyes and fidgeting and hissing back at them.
Yeesh.
Except that, just now, Nadia was one of those women in blue, and she was supposed to be watching Jaye while they waited to see if anyone would post bail or if they should try interrogating her again. So Nadia was leaning against the frame of the one-way mirror, looking in on Jaye who could not possibly look back out at her and wondering what on Earth had happened to make the "Mean Girl" look quite that crazy.
Well, you know, other than the talking animals.
Jaye could not possibly see Nadia or any of the others in the room with her, because her side of the mirror was a mirror, and Nadia's side was a window. Simple physics, and Nadia knew this beyond a doubt, but she had the stragest feeling that while Jaye stood on the other side of that thing, she was looking directly at her.
"It's all in your head, though," said a voice from behind her, and Nadia turned. It was Charlie Kawalsky, his back facing her, sitting at the edge of the hospital bed.
The patient in the bed didn't look like they had much longer to go, judging by the number of machines.
Still, Kawalsky and the patient were watching a movie, and it was obvious to Nadia that they were both trying to make the best of it. One of those crazy cop-out-of-water things, lots of explosions in some drug-riddled tropical "paradise". It was a footchase on, right now, past pink buildings and palm trees while ridiculous eighties electronica filled the room.
Behind her, Jaye banged on the one-way mirror, but Nadia ignored her.
"He's not going to make it," someone said, and Nadia nodded. Kawalsky was gone now, but that made sense, since he was being chased down on the bad cop-out-of-water flick, and he couldn't be in two places at the same time.
Looked like he might get caught, too.
Jaye banged louder and Nadia could hear her muffled shouting. "Hey! Hey, New Girl! Let me out of here, alright?"
She turned to tell Jaye there wasn't anything she could do, not without losing her job, but the one way mirror wasn't behind her, any more.
Or, rather, it still was, and it was staying behind her, no matter which way she turned, so she had to tune her out and focus on what she could see, instead, which was the TARDIS.
Nadia was in a hospital room in a police station in the TARDIS.
Yeah, that made sense. . . .
There was a blonde woman Nadia half recognized standing in front of the main panel, and a chain running past Nadia and out the door (which was a one way mirror window to where Jaye was being kept next to the hospital bed and the TV where Kawalsky was getting caught, of course). The chain yanked, the blonde woman grumbled, and part of the TARDIS gave way.
A brilliant, bright golden white light spilled from the machinery and wrapped and zapped deep into the blonde woman, seeming to set the world on fire. A strange, mechanical wheezing noise began, and the TARDIS started to fade even as Jaye banged harder on her window and Kawalsky was tackled to the ground by marines on the television and Nadia in her blue police/orderly spacesuit/uniform just stood in the middle of it all, watching it wash over and into each other like waves, until the light on the blonde girl and the noise from the talking animals, and the light and noise of the cop-out-of-water movie all slammed into her at once and she was lost.
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Date: 2007-02-05 02:01 am (UTC)