He slid his thumb against her cheek and smiled a little at the kiss to his forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered and looked at her. “Okay, I haven’t … moved much in a long time, so this will be interesting,” he replied and grinned at her. “Yeah? I would like that. Should I … think about a job?” he wasn’t sure what his skill set was. He had been a psychiatrist, but two men with the same name doing the same job in different places? He wasn’t sure if that would work out very well.
He seemed… calmer. More… normal. She smiled a little wide when he told her he loved her too. She’d missed him so much. “We can work on it. If your body has… lost strength, we can work on it, I can be your crutch for now. I’m fine with that. Anything to get you back up to par.” She brushed his cheek with her thumb. “And only think about a job when you’re stronger alright? I’ve… done a few more dirty things to get a large sum of money to take care of us until then.” She didn’t want to think about what she’d done to get a hold of that money. Her guilty conscious was messing with her. “I just want you to feel better first, my love.”
And he felt different. Everything felt different as though the madness had dissipated and he was something else. He was breathing and he looked at her a little frightened until she spoke. He smiled a little bit, leaning his cheek into her hand but didn’t really move much. He took in a deep breath and licked his lips, watching her a second and smiled when she hugged him, sliding an arm around her. The madness was gone, it felt like, and was replaced with uncertainty. “I am … okay,” he said, not feeling that bond after it was broken but he still felt a love so great for her. The words felt foreign on his tongue, but they were accurate. “I’m okay. And you?”
Skye was careful to give him as much attention as she could. She was tearing up… both overwhelmed with happiness and fear. She leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his forehead. “I love you.” She whispered. She rubbed her thumb gently against his cheek. “I’ve got you clothes to change into. When you’re strong enough to move again. And… I’m working on trying to… uhm… get us a house or something… somewhere we can stay and hide.” She whispered softly.
Admittedly, he went off the rails even further when they had gotten separated. He had killed several guards and a lawyer as they dragged him off to a cell, screaming. They had used electrolysis on him and sedated him, sticking him in a solitary confinement cell in the newly constructed E block. The walls had been specifically Gallifreyan designed to break any marriage bond of any kind and he had felt the separation the second they’d dragged him into the cell. He had his moments of lucidity but most of the time he was powerfully sedated and under constant medical watch. He was strapped to the bed most of the time, accept in his waking hour between the second moonrise and the third.
He had just been sedated back to sleep hours before and they had not strapped him to the bed. This made her ‘rescue’ possible. He started to come to in his waking consciousness, light in his eyes that he hadn’t felt in a long time and he made a sound. Another thing he noticed was a warm body next to him and he looked over at her. “Skylar?” he whispered, not having used his voice in some time, so it sounded dull and scratchy — like sandpaper on wood.
Skylar looked up when she heard his voice, then moved and sat up, her hand immediately caressing his cheek. She smiled softly and nodded. “M’right here. I got you. I got you out. They weren’t paying attention.” She whispered, and rolled her eyes. “They’re slacking there.” She kissed his forehead and kept her arms around him, feeling like she was being pulled into protective mother mode. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to keep him safe… from anyone who wanted to hurt him. And now it felt like the universe was against them. “You okay?” She whispered, trailing her fingers gently through his hair.
Skye had stolen a manipulator as soon as she’d broken out of the prison… Their bond had been broken only a year or so after they’d been caught. She had appeared back in the prison, carefully awaiting until the guards were the least on guard. And when they were goofing off… she slipped into the cell and found her husband… out cold. She wrapped her arms around him and gently nuzzled his neck, eyes watering the moment she had him in her arms. She, herself wasn’t quite as dark as her husband, only under influence. Though if she admitted it, she hoped he… wasn’t as bad as he’d been. She held him close in her arms and put his hand on her manipulator and hit the button, both of them disappearing immediately. They appeared in a small hotel room back on Earth. She laid him down on the bed then rested next to him, pressing her head to his shoulder. “Please wake up…” She whispered.