The Doctor sighed and slumped down on the jump seat in resignation. Here he was, the universe as his oyster, and he couldn't even muster up enough enthusiasm to so much as travel to the nearest planet. The Time War stripped him of all his joy. When he stopped the war by using the Moment, he had hoped that life could go back to normal, but even considering the freedom of being the last Time Lord, he just wanted his people back. He never would have thought that he would miss the Council punishing him for interfering, or his wife nagging him about leaving her while he went traipsing all over the universe. Sure the war had been traumatizing, but the Doctor felt that being the last of his species was even more so. He was tired of living, tired of the guilt and the loneliness.

He sighed, and was about to walk over to the console when the TARDIS doors swung open and someone just walked in. He looked at the woman in disbelief, especially after she just started talking.

"Hello gorgeous," she said in a strange mixture of British accents, "I missed you!"

The Doctor blinked in shock as his TARDIS replied by dimming the lights and sending out sparks.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see that the council didn't go through with their threat and decommission you."

The TARDIS lights dimmed.

"What do you mean they put you in a museum?" She demanded, "I don't know whether to feel flattered or insulted. What exhibit?"

The woman suddenly laughed out in glee, "Seriously? Then we should both be very flattered. How many Time Lords and their ships went down in the history books for being exiled?"

As the TARDIS brightened her lights, showing her enthusiasm, the Doctor made his way over to the stranger. He was filled with both hope, hoping that he truly wasn't the last Time Lord, and dread, afraid that he truly was.

He cleared his throat, drawing her attention, "Hello," he said, "Can I ask what you're doing on my ship and how you got on in the first place?"

The woman snorted, "Your ship? Please, she is mine. Always has been, and always will be. Isn't that right sweetheart?"

The TARDIS seemed somewhat reluctant to answer.

"Oh don't worry love," the woman said, stroking one of the corals, "You can keep him."

With that statement, the TARDIS cheered up but the Doctor looked affronted.

"Excuse me," he demanded, "Keep me? And what do you mean she's your ship. I've had her for a thousand years."

The woman's expression darkened at the reminder. Ignoring the TARDIS's protests, she grabbed the Doctor by the throat and slammed him against the wall. He was stunned by both her actions and her strength. His current regeneration wasn't at all what one would consider light.

"The only reason you could fly my TARDIS was because she allowed it. She stole you, not the other way around. She stole you so that she could find me. The Lady and I have flown together for longer than the thought of you existed, Theta Sigma. We sailed through the Medusa Cascade, toppled hundreds of empires and stole countless of artifacts. I am a Time Lord and over 3000 years old, so don't try my patience."

His eyes widened, "You're the Time Pirate," he exclaimed softly, "I read all about you."

She pulled back, releasing the Time Lord, and fixed her jacket, "I prefer the Prodigy but Freya is also acceptable."

Freya made her way to the console but just as she was about to touch it, the TARDIS shocked her. Freya flinched but instead of reacting negatively like the Doctor predicted, she grinned, "Don't worry love, as long as your Thief behaves, I'll refrain from... chastising him." she looked down and suddenly her expression was thunderous, "What has that incompetent Time Tot done to you? Is that a bloody bicycle pump?"

The Doctor froze at her glare. If looks could kill, he'd probably be in his last regeneration already. She was fuming mad and the Doctor knew that he would get the brunt of it. Silently he hoped the TARDIS would protect him.

After a few moments, a loud song from the ship, and a fierce conversation later, Freya finally spoke to him, "What have you done to my ship, Doctor?"

"Nothing!" He protested.

Freya took a deep calming breath so her words only stung, "Then why does she look like someone' junk drawer threw up over her?" she demanded and then looking towards the ceiling said, "He did not do the best he could. I don't care that he couldn't take you back to Gallifrey to get repaired. The least your bloody Thief could have done was take a few extra days to make parts for you. He's perfectly capable, he's just being lazy."

"You can make TARDIS parts?" the Doctor asked, hoping that she'd spare him.

Freya scoffed, "It's a required course at the Academy," she said, and then frowned, "TARDIS?"

The Doctor explained, "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space," he said, "My granddaughter, Susan, thought of it."

Freya rolled her eyes, "Oh please," she muttered and then yelped. The TARDIS shocked her again. "You actually like that?" She asked of the ship.

"Other than a driving course," he began, "And a general biology course, we didn't learn anything about TARDISes in the Academy. Everything I learned about maintaining her was through trial and error. We were expected to bring our ships in for maintenance whenever it was required."

Freya scowled, "Oh those bloody bastards!" She exclaimed, "Just because they were control freaks, they had to punish the 'TARDISes'." She said the last word with distaste, but since her ship wanted to be called a TARDIS, she would comply.

The Doctor frowned, "I don't understand," he said and then wrinkled his face. He hated saying that.

"The Council," she said, "By neglecting to teach the newer generation of Time Lords how to care for their ships, and requiring them to bring them in for maintenance, they were able to control them. Not only could they keep track of all you Time Tots, but they could control when and where you could go."

"I'd prefer if you didn't refer to me as a Time Tot, thank you." the Doctor said.

Freya ignored him, "No wonder we lost the War."

"You know about that?"

"I was exiled," the Prodigy scoffed, "Not dead. Everyone knows about the Last and Greatest Time War and what you did to end it."

The Doctor's face tensed and he walked out the TARDIS doors. Freya rolled her eyes and tried to get started on repairs but her ship stopped her.

Freya barked out a laugh, "And go comfort the child," she said, "I don't think so!"

The ship shifted the floor beneath Freya, making her stumble towards the door.

"I barely know him!" She protested, "And you know how much I despise dealing with emotional outbursts."

The TARDIS just sparked and flickered her lights insistently.

"Oh alright! Fine!" Freya rolled her eyes, "But you owe me one, girlie!"

Freya stalked out of the ship, her hands in her jacket pockets. She spotted the Doctor looking out into the ocean and sighed. Apparently the TARDIS moved sometime during their discussion, probably somewhere that matched the emotional climate in the ship.

"My ship has become more outspoken since I last saw her," Freya said, making her way besides the Doctor, "You've spoiled her."

The Doctor didn't respond making Freya sigh, "I don't blame you," she finally said, "For what you did to end it. I would have done the same."

The Doctor scoffed, "You would have committed genocide," he spat.

Freya rolled her eyes again, wondering just why she was the one stuck dealing with him. "For the sake of the entire universe," Freya said, "Yes. I would have done exactly that."

"You're a pirate, an exile..." He said, "Of course you would."

Freya narrowed her eyes at the Doctor and violently turned him so that he was facing her. The Doctor just stared into her blazing green eyes with his lost blue and empty ones, "I may be a pirate, but I have never killed for the sake of killing. I may have been exiled from Gallifrey, but that was only because the Council couldn't control me. I loathed everything our people stood for in the end, but I never wished for their deaths. Our people were corrupt, power hungry and threatening all of existence. I would have stood between them and the universe in a heartbeat."

"How..." The Doctor never told anyone what the Council and Rassillion had been planning.

Freya let the Doctor go, "I kept an eye on things," she told him, "And if you hadn't done what you did, I would have."

"Who are you?"

Freya didn't answer. Instead she made her way back into the TARDIS, leaving the Doctor with his thoughts. Just as he was about to go back in, the ground shook, sending him overboard. He fell into the ice cold Atlantic, and when he finally surfaced, swam his way towards an iceberg. He spent the rest of the night watching as the bloody Titanic sunk to the bottom of the sea, hoping that the Prodigy would come find him soon.

As soon as Freya entered the ship, she made her way to the console, intent on inventorying the worst of the damage so that she could figure out just what parts she had to buy and make. Her old denim coveralls were hanging just next to the door and her tool box was settled right next to the console. Freya grinned.

"It's good to be back," she told her TARDIS.

Freya and her ship spent the next couple of hours talking as Freya checked her out and fixed what she could. They had a lot of catching up to do, but luckily telepathic communication was much quicker than oral communication. The Prodigy had spent the last thousand and a half years in exile and her ship had spent almost just as long in the Doctor's company. When Freya was finished working for the moment, she noticed that the Doctor was nowhere to be found.

"Sweetheart," she said out loud, "Just where is that Doctor of yours?"

The TARDIS brought up an image of the Doctor clinging to an iceberg on screen. Freya was torn between laughing and gently scolding her ship for leaving the man stranded for so long. It had been eight hours since she last saw the Doctor. With a few flicks, twists and pumps, Freya managed to get the TARDIS floating close to the Doctor. She walked over to the doors and opened them.

"Well it's about time!" The Doctor snarled, freezing cold, and completely angry at the Time Pirate.

As Freya helped the Doctor into his ship, she just laughed and said, "Don't blame me. The TARDIS was the one who neglected to mention your situation. Personally I think she was rather enjoying both our conversation and her maintenance session."

"Well while you girls were primping and gossiping, I was freezing my arse off while watching the bloody Titanic sink."

Freya was about to retort, but was cut off by the TARDIS. She wanted Freya to communicate something to her Thief.

"Apparently you were left out there for a reason," she said.

"And what reason was that?"

Freya blinked, "You're getting wise in your old age, darling," she told the TARDIS before turning to the Doctor, "It was a fixed point in time," she said, but the TARDIS zapped her, "Hey! You gave me a message and I intend on delivering it, but my way. You're wise but lack tact. The Doctor isn't used to you...like that anyway."

"What did she say?"

"When the Titanic was sinking, you knew that you couldn't help," Freya said, "And you could have. Time Lords have superior strength and speed. You could have saved a lot of people by helping them into the lifeboats.

The Doctor looked away, "It was a fixed point in time." He said sadly, "If those people didn't die, history would have been rewritten."

Freya sighed but nodded. She really did hate these touchy-feely moments. "Well your using of the Moment was too."

"What?"

"A fixed point in time," she explained, "Using the moment was a fixed point in time. The Time Lords couldn't sense it because it was a part of their timelines, but the TARDISes knew. If you had done otherwise, the history of the universe would have been rewritten. If you believe in fate or destiny then the Moment was Gallifrey's fate, and using it was your destiny."

"But why?"

Freya shook her head, "Sorry mate," she said, "I'm done for the are not my thing. Now if you want a tour of the TARDIS, I'm your girl."

The Doctor was taken by surprise, "A fixed point?" He then frowned completely distracted, "A tour? Perhaps you're forgetting, but I've been flying this ship for centuries."

Freya smirked, "That doesn't mean that you've seen everything she has to offer."

The Doctor was curious, "Just what does she have to offer?" Freya grinned happy that she had successfully distracted the Doctor from his morse thoughts.

Freya grinned, "Alright darling," she said, "Let's show your Thief just what he's been missing."

Freya grabbed the Doctor by the hand and pulled him out of the console room. She passed the bedrooms, the kitchen and the gardens. She pulled him past the wardrobe room and through the library slash swimming pool. She opened a trap door, making the Doctor nervous, and climbed down the ladder. She led him past a wine cellar, and through an armory.

"There are guns on my ship," he half asked.

The Prodigy nodded, "She's a pirate ship," she said, "Of course there's an armory. And in case you're wondering she also has a shooting range, and a distillery."

The Doctor was upset. It was like he didn't even know her, the TARDIS. Freya didn't notice his disappointment. Instead she just led him through a series of passage ways until they finally reached a large vault door. She let go of his hand and began opening the combination lock. When the door swung open, the Doctor's jaw dropped.

"Are those..."

Freya looked proud, "Yes they are real," she said before walking in and picking up a giant emerald, one that matched her eyes, "Isn't it beautiful?"

The Doctor walked over to her and took the emerald. He took a closer look and gasped. Freya had to quickly catch the gem before it hit the ground.

"Is that..."

"I'm a pirate," she said, "And this is my vault."

"You mean I've been flying around with stolen loot for the past thousand years!"

Freya grinned, "You're so bad ass," she snickered, especially considering his wide eyes and ashen pallor.

The Doctor didn't take that for the joke it was. Instead he started pacing, muttering about aiding and abetting, and prison. Freya just laughed.

"Oh relax Doc," she said, "You haven't been caught yet! My TARDIS knows how to stay under the radar."

"I don't even know my own ship anymore! How can I just relax?" He asked, "I just met you and you turned my entire existence up on its head!" He started ranting.

Freya rolled her eyes, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the back of the vault. She pulled out a scroll from the bookshelf and handed it to him mid rant. He looked down, his eyes widened again, and he stared at her in disbelief.

"Is this..."

"One of the scrolls From the Library of Alexandria?" She asked, "Oh yes. I managed to filch most of them just before the library was destroyed."

The Doctor just sat down, right there and began to read. Freya made her way back to the console room and took her ship to her favorite technology bazaar to buy parts. She knew that she had at least 3 hours to shop around before the Doctor came up for air, plenty of time.

"Any requests?" she asked.

Freya just laughed before exiting her ship. She had repaired the chameleon circuit so the TARDIS looked like a bright red door against a wall. It was her favorite disguise, especially out on the prowl. When she returned, the Doctor practically pounced on her.

"Do you know how advanced the humans could have been if the library wasn't destroyed? There were notes on..."

"Doctor!" Freya interrupted, "I know. I read the scrolls too."

"They're fantastic," he said.

"Help me," Freya insisted, handing the Doctor a box full of potential TARDIS parts. She turned around and grabbed the last two boxes from the young boy she paid to assist her with carrying her purchases.

"So you buy the TARDIS parts?" he askee conversationally.

Freya shrugged, "It's a matter of pride. I like knowing that I got my girl the best."

The Doctor rooted through the box, "Hang on," he said, "I recognize none of this."

"You won't," she told him, "Not until I put them together anyway. I customize everything for her."

"How's that different from what I do?" The Doctor asked.

Freya glared at him, "Because the parts I customize aren't originally from a kitchen stove or made to entertain children."

The Doctor raised his hands in surrender, "Anything I can do to help?"

"How about something to eat," she suggested already getting distracted.

"I do not do domestics!"

"Well I don't cook," she said simply, "So either you find dinner or get someone who will."

"Are you sure..." The Doctor dropped one of Freya's parts, almost breaking it before the older Time Lord snatched it away from him.

"Do not touch anything Theta!" she said.

"How do you know my nickname?"

Freya rolled her eyes. She hated questions, especially when asked while she was working. "You didn't mention she traveled in time."

"What?"

"You forget to mention that the TARDIS travels through time."

The Doctor was confused...again. "But you already know that..."

Freya growled, "Not to me you stupid child! To the human girl," she said, "What's her name? Ah! Rose Tyler. The human who helped you with the Autons."

"How do you know that?"

"Pretty much everything the TARDIS knows, I do too. So why don't you go ask the human girl to join you." she suggested and then under her breath, knowing the Doctor could hear her, said, "And maybe she can distract you so you stop bugging me."