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“Lovely!”, they copied, and giggled happily. From their messy hair, barely the beginning of two branches grew on their head, peeking through the wild tangled hair. They were easily overlooked with how small they still were.

Their big eyes looked curiously up at the other being, curious about their nature. So unlike anything and everything he had ever seen before, though he hadn’t seen anything before. Only a few hours ago did they open their eyes for the first time, seeing everything in this world.

Their laughter was utterly adorable, and if he knew the little one better he may of ruffled that mess of hair, though his eyes had drawn to the oddities hidden within, he didn’t question them. Whatever they were, he was sure they were still harmless.

Politely Q decided to crouch, he wasn’t extremely tall but human standards, but he wasn’t exactly short. So being friendly he came down to the others level, blowing stray blue strands from his silver eyes. “You don’t speak much yet hm?” It was hard to tell, based upon being mimicked twice the young thing either spoke another tongue or was in fact young enough to not know many words. Still, it didn’t hurt to attempt to get to know the other, they seemed friendly, and he was always happy for new companionship. 

“Are you all alone here?”

The little spirit curiously looked at Q’s hair, blue not much unlike the sky, or the water. He reached out to it, wanting to touch it, wanting to feel the sky, the water of the lake, twinkling like the silver of Q’s eyes.

“Alone?”, they tilted their head. They looked to their tree, and then the lake, and then back at Q. They were alone, but they weren’t lonely! They had everything around them with them, talking with them, and they understood easily. They wondered if Q couldn’t.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

With all Host’s flinching Edward put a stop to the dabbing, and his fingers fell from his hair to attempt to find the others hand to hold. Not wishing to break contact. They didn’t curl around his hand though, he sandwiched them gently between his own. The top hand caressing the top of Host’s hand.

He could’ve almost winced just seeing Host’s responses to what wasn’t there.

“There’s no other Doctor here but me Host. I’m here.. The good one, who’d never hurt you.” He replied, a little puzzled by the others wording but determined to assure even if he couldn’t be heard at this point. He was running low on ideas, he could force Host back in his arms, but who knows what upset that could cause, yet nothing so far was working.

“How do I bring you back?.. You can’t get lost in that head of yours..” He said, more so to himself, but atleast he was still talking. Racking his brains for ideas.

Host was glad when the touching stopped. More bloody tears rolling down his cheeks, as he watched the doctor throw away whatever he had dabbed against him, thankfully letting go of his hair too. Instead just taking his hand, and being oddly careful with it, gentle even. It scared him just as much as the pain.

But of course we are. You’re mine, silly Host. I’m the only one protecting you. Keeping you alive. Host shuddered, listening to that voice. So close to Edward’s, but tinged with a sick amusement his friend didn’t have. Shouldn’t have. Yet he still couldn’t pull back from the other’s grip.

“Host doesn’t want to be here… please…”, Host mumbled. It was cold, and harsh, and he hated the screams and the blood. He was barely thinking about Edward still being there with him.