callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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TOOLS CLANKED AND sparks erupted from beneath the grating of the t.a.r.d.i.s, theta's loud singing being interrupted by his own high-pitched yelp. after a moment of pouting, he went back to what he was doing, and changed nothing about his method to protect him from getting shocked again.
little, hard fingers tapped across the grating carefully as to not slip down a small squares, stopping outside the open hole. theta yelped again, this time in fear, when phil landed on his head. unlike usual, the hand didn't pull and abuse him, but lightly tapped his forehead.
theta sighed and went back to what he was doing, but let phil stay there, "what d'you want? just because moon's not here, doesn't mean you have her permission to bully me."
the hand hopped down and onto a box in front of theta. making a wild few motions with his fingers, phil tried to explain what was wrong. however, theta was still trying to work out phil and callisto's version of sign language so he stared for a moment.
"you can't eat ice cream, you don't have a mouth. oh! are you sad because you don't have a mouth?" theta asked sympathetically. "you really are missing out!"
phil interrupted him with fast tapping against the toolbox, to grab his attention choosing instead to use morse code. even without a voice or a face, theta just knew the jarring little robot was disappointed in his inability to understand his sign language.
"how many words?" theta asked before the hand could start and phil held up his index finger. "oh, simple, brilliant!"
phil tapped against the box in morse code, theta listening intently, assuming it was an angry game he enjoyed playing.
"nightmare!" theta exclaimed and phil sat on his stubby wrist, giving him a thumbs up. "on elm street? you can't watch it, you're too young. and you have no eyes. ow, what do you want from me?!"
after showing that it was again, just one word, phil somehow made the second word sound more irritated than the first.
"callisto." theta stated, climbing out of the grating, phil jumping onto his messy hair, as soon as he processed the morse code.
theta knew callisto had a tendency to be aggressive after particularly bad nightmares, so when he got to their open bedroom door, he watched her sit silently in bed. her usually neat hair was ruffled and she was slightly hunched forwards, but sat completely still apart from a trembling in her fingers. stepping into the room, theta didn't get too close to the bed just in case. he knew she'd feel worse than he would if she attempted to harm him.
"are you alright, moon?" theta asked.
tense shoulders relaxed and she sighed, still looking at the sheets, "i'm fine."
at the sound of her voice, theta moved to her record player and put on the velvet underground before he sat down beside her, giving her some room, letting her decide if she wanted him close by or not. she did, and callisto grabbed his arm, pulling it over her shoulders so she could lean into his side, ear pressing to his chest. the thrum of his two hearts eased her and her eyes shut. his slender fingers curled between hers, thumb drawing circles to slow their shaking lovingly. phil sat contently between them.
