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[Private to Jesse | Audio]

I hope you've considered who you might visit first. I would personally recommend your brother.

Because now you're in a position to act on it.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

[Timed to later.]

I would prefer you keep it to yourselves, but it seems that finally my efforts have yielded some success. Mr. Pinkman has graduated. [And there's an element of disbelief there, too. A whole weight is lifting off of him.]

And very soon, I will be leaving.

[Private to Dr. McCoy | Audio]

I need to have a frank discussion with you, when you are in the mood and have the time.

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[He turns the camera back on himself, grinning broadly, a little flushed.] I-- yeah, I...[But he trails off, not totally knowing what to say to that.]

It's-- this is good, this is great. We should celebrate! Right?

Of course. I think this time it's a much more appropriate reason to have a gathering in the pub.

[He falters a little at that, because the likelihood of someone doing to him what he did to Hoffman... He's made friends here, people he's going to miss, but he's not so stupid as to think he doesn't have more than his fair share of enemies, too. Maybe he's deserved to make enemies.]

Maybe, yeah... Or maybe just--

[But he cuts off there, because there's a loud whine from behind him. He fumbles the camera a little as he turns, a seriously upset and twitchy-looking dog scratching his front paws at the tile.] --Oh, shit, not on the new tile-- I'll call you back, Doc.

[He hastily switches off before he can ruin another bathroom, but a short while later, there's a knock at the Doctor's door.]

Edited 2012-07-02 05:33 (UTC)

[He's expecting him, so he's left the door unlocked as he's making the rudimentary attempt to pile the extra things in his room into his TARDIS.]

Come in!

Hey. So... [He comes in, peering around.] You're already packing up, huh?

I really ought to, I think.

[There's not just a little stuff in his room. He had apparently dragged a steampunk fans dream worth of parts out of the TARDIS and left them strewn about in half concocted ideas. He smooths his hands down his jacket.]

I don't think I'm going to find the mongoose if I don't start now. [He invites him in to sit.]

[He spends a few seconds looking around first, a little dazed by the sheer amount of stuff. Or possibly a little dazed by how much of it is completely unidentifiable to him. But then, instead of sitting, he approaches his warden, holding out a hand.]

So I guess... this is gonna be it, right?

[It makes him sadder than it ought to, the thought of losing the Doctor. It's for a good reason -- God knows it is, and even now, there's still a smile of near-disbelief playing at the corners of his eyes. But in all his struggling for someone to look up to... well, no one's more aware than he is that he could have done a lot worse. Good thing or not, he's gonna miss the guy.]

What's all this, then? [He gestures to the hand.] You're doin' all wrong. That's not how it goes. You ought to know better.

[He takes that hand and reals Jesse like a fish into a hug. No matter how much he's grown, he'd be better to not give up hugs.]

[Giving up on that would mean he was used to getting hugged in the first place, and while the Barge has been kinder to him on that front than his old life, it's still not something he exactly plans for. But the truth is, he's so close to overwhelmed that he probably would have done it himself in another second, and he doesn't protest now, no matter how lame or gay or stupid it is.

He squeezes his eyes shut and puts his arms tight around the Doctor, taking a few beats to let himself be overwhelmed with the reality of things: that here, finally, is someone who believed in him, who got him here, and it's the last time they'll see each other.]

[He gives him a good squeeze, before taking him by the elbow and pulling out of it.]

Come on. I'm not about to leave you empty handed. [Freedom, in his opinion, was insufficient to Jesse's graduation. He needed some tools to face the world with.]

What, there's parting gifts, too? No one told me about that.

[He follows, but his smile fades thoughtfully -- there's been something on his mind for a while, and as much as he wanted to see his now-ex-warden before he left, that's not the only reason for his visit.] So, what... happens now? Exactly? I just tell him when I'm ready and I wake up in my car?

You can go back wherever you stipulate, as far as I know.

[He goes in and in the pile of junk he's heaped into the console room he finds a very nice tool-box. They are tools from Jesse's time, but expensive and state-of-the-art.]

Here you go. Better than you can buy in a store, and if you manage not to lose them they won't wear out on you.

Wherever. What about whenever?

[But he's distracted for a moment by the tools, brightening up.] Whoa. Sweet. [It's not like he really knows the difference, not yet, between what's good or what's bad, or even what some of them are, but he's pretty sure he can safely assume this is capital-G Good Shit. He's already opening the box, taking them out, poring over them.] Shit, yo-- there's like, eight kinds of wrenches in here. [This is a good thing, apparently.]

[These tools were made with the skin of his enemies! Don't lose them.

They're actually Dalekanium and made out of hull bits left in the TARDIS. He knows Jesse's graduated but by god he's giving him a toolbox and set that can stop bullets.]

I'm not sure about whenever. You can ask about whenever. I know a warden that returned to a spot in his past to relive a favorable time period in his life.

[He sits down with the toolbox, and he's going to keep playing with everything as he talks, because-- well, because Jesse, and chronically incapable of keeping his hands to himself. But he's pulled back to the issue by the Doctor's explanation, sobering up a little.]

What about a little while before I, um-- before the end? What about 20 minutes or so?

[He was so dazed after the gun went off that he doesn't have any idea how long he sat in that car, not really. But he remembers Mr. White's voice on the phone: "You'll have about a twenty minute lead."

Remembering the words after that -- "they're going to kill me" -- he amends.]

Maybe an hour?

Possibly.

[He has a seat at the edge of the console of the TARDIS, crossing his arms in front of him.] Is something still bothering you? [Concern there. It seems like Jesse's still a little daunted by the whole lot of big out there.]

[He is -- he so very is. But more than that, in this moment, he's daunted by the one very big choice that remains. He addresses the tools, brow creasing.]

This place... this is supposed to be about second chances, right? About doing better. And I just thought... you know, it was only twenty minutes before Victor caught up with me that I killed Gale. [He still hesitates over the word, over the name, but less than he used to. He did it. It's like the Doctor said: it's time for accountability.]

So if the whole point of this is to want to change, he'd have to let me change that, right? If I asked? Make it so I never did it?

Then let me tell you some necessities of history.

[The decision, he knew, was ultimately Jesse's.]

Time bends. A single event in time, if altered, will either need to be filled with a proportionate event or the entire future will be altered uncontrollably. One action will alter other actions.

So whatever you choose, account for everyone involved with it.

I know. I thought of that.

[And now he really looks agonized, because this is what makes it such a difficult choice.]

If I don't kill him, Gus is gonna kill Mr. White. I know that, that's the whole reason I had to do it in the first place. Unless... I get Mr. White out of the way first.

[He puts down the hammer he's holding and links his hands behind his head, staring at the ground.]

I'd have to call the cops on him. DEA. His brother-in-law.

Edited 2012-07-03 07:29 (UTC)

Where would the safest place be for him?

[He knows Jesse knows. But he also knows Jesse has to think about it.]

You know, I trusted you on Risa to be responsible for yourself and others. I do as well in this case. I believe you'll make the proper move once you've considered it.

[He glances up at the Doctor at that.]

We're meth cooks, man. Nothing's safe, not a hundred percent.

But... if he makes a deal, gets some of that witness protection for the family, maybe...

Maybe. [Mildly, though he knows that's the best choice.] I believe that you would be making the right decision.

I know. I know you do.

[He sighs, sitting back, rubbing his face.] But it's... it'll kill him, Doc. It'll just kill him, his brother finding out like that. And he's my partner. Was my partner. [Is still, in a way, even if he's out of it.] It's a hard call to make.

Are you going to talk to his family? [He dangles his legs off the console as the mongoose comes crawling out from behind something to also nose at Jesse's toolbox.]

[He shakes his head, absently reaching out to pet the mongoose.] They don't know me. They wouldn't get it.

And I know you're not gonna like it, but not my family, either. Just my lawyer, that's the only guy I'm talking to. He's gonna set some things up for me, check in on some folk for me, and that's it. Then I'm out.

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