And if wishes were horses we'd all be eatin' steak.

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the
❝ I ☆ WISH ❞
meme

★ Post with your character. Do not have them wish!
★ Respond to other peoples' characters with your own.
At any point during the resulting conversation, they must make a wish pertaining to that character
For example; such as "I wish you would kiss me", or "I wish you would dance naked".
★ The magic words are 'I wish'. As soon as those words are spoken, it will happen, whether the person wishes it or not
★ SHENANIGANS AND FUN ENSUE

 

★ stolen from musebawks

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[hi_there_aliens]

Wait, what. He stayed up all night so one of them would be fit to run? That didn't even make sense. It was too early for this. Daniel rubbed at his eyes and tried to smooth down hair that was sticking out every which way, and then tried, with hopefully more success, to get his brain into working order. Without coffee, he was finding that tougher than it sounded. He decided to give early morning logic another go as he squinted at the Doctor.

"Yes, fine, but if you're not rested, how are you going to manage any better? At least we could have both gotten sleep if we'd both taken shifts." Okay, that could have gotten out better. Daniel was pretty sure he'd come off as grumpy and just a little bit argumentative, but they were in this together. Sure his legs felt sore. The thought of more running and hiding didn't make him feel any better, but at least he knew he could do it. The uneasy sleep had done him some good. He didn't feel nearly as ragged as yesterday. But what about the Doctor? He'd be right there with him and if he'd stayed up who knew how long...

The archaeologist's stomach growled softly. The Doctor was a step ahead of him. Before he could even bring up searching for food, the man seemed to produce a slice of toast out of thin air with the grace of a magician. He even apologized for a lack of jam, which Daniel hadn't even considered asking for. The archaeologist stared. He decided then that it was definitely too early in the morning to handle this. Daniel took it without thinking, managed a muttered 'thanks', and it was only when it was halfway to his mouth that he paused. He glanced at it. It didn't look that fresh. Actually it looked pretty stale, as if it'd been made a week ago and then possibly used as a door stop. Where was this even sitting? And did the Doctor just pick lint off it? Daniel got the sudden sneaking suspicion he'd been carrying it in his jacket.

If wasn't moldy though so he had to be happy with that. Food was food. And he really wasn't in any position to get picky either. Stale bread was one of the nicer things he'd eaten in a place like this, because in his job, you did have to eat a lot worse than this sometimes. Daniel bit into it. Stale, but at least it wasn't completely rock hard.

Something sounded amongst the trees below, a loud, laughing shriek that split the air. Daniel nearly choked on the bread in surprise. He swallowed it roughly. Whatever it was, it sounded large and pretty close. "Guess that's our cue to get out of here, huh?"

Daniel rose and started to carefully back out of the shelter. He hoped he'd woken up enough by now, because if he wasn't, climbing out of this tree in one piece was going to get interesting.

[makeherblue]

“I don’t need much sleep,” the Doctor shrugged. He wasn’t trying to brag (okay, just a little. His advancing age so far hadn’t meant he needed to sleep days away like humans). “But you’re right. We should get going.”

The Doctor didn’t wait around for Daniel, climbing down the tree just as easily as he’d gotten up it. It still looked somehow awkward, like he was hugging the tree backward but soon enough he was on the ground and waiting for the human to catch up. The laughing shrieks were starting to sound across the canopy – more of the wildlife getting more active, he supposed. They hadn’t been doing that yesterday, which he took as a good sign. Must’ve been spooked by their pursuers, so they were probably quite far away now. It was just a matter of getting turned around and pointed in the right (general) direction of the Stargate. He said “general” because he fully intended they stick to Plan Decagon.

“We’ll go that way,” the Doctor pointed, once he was sure Daniel could make it safely down the tree without breaking any bones he might need. Despite the hat getting in the way, Daniel seemed like he was a capable enough climber, so the Doctor had plenty of faith in him. “I think the Stargate is this way.”

He licked his finger, jabbing it in the air like he was divining for water and waving it around. Satisfied -– or at least pretending to be satisfied so Daniel wouldn’t get any ideas about panicking (or doubting this early in the morning!) –- the Doctor headed through the brush. Despite his appearance, he could be rather stealthy when he bothered to put in the effort.