A/N: Parents are away, I have nothing better to do than start this story. I had the old first chapter of this story, but not on this laptop, so I'll do it again! Differently, admittedly. But who's going to argue. He he.
Disclaimer: If it's been on the telly/in an actual book, it's not mine!
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Imagine you loved someone. You knew it all the time. Maybe you do, I don't know. Now, think that they're being physically and mentally hurt by someone you don't know. You'd try to rescue them, right? But I couldn't. The curse and blessing graced to me by the last of my kind, the final act of Rassilion, as he put it, stopped me from moving. I could only watch as he was repeatedly struck, kicked, and illusioned. I could only scream into the space I created.
I couldn't help my love.
All the power of every Time Lord, and I couldn't help him.
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It started after we left Cardiff. Jack had vanished back to Torchwood, he still felt guilty about leaving them last time, but not before having a few drinks, and leaving the Doctor with a communicator. We waved goodbye out the door, then hit shuffle. Whilst I was thrown about, I threw the communicator into a draw, knowing it'd ring some time, and I knew that, if left to the Doctor, it'd be festering in some cupboard until I came to use it a decade later for spare parts. So, hoping that the tumbling wouldn't break it, I clinged onto the rail on the console for life, with a big grin on my face.
"Watch you don't disappear!" The Doctor yelled over the grinding. After sticking my tounge out, I glanced down at the console, on automatic. Flicking a switch, and pumping a lever, the TARDIS eventually calmed down, and all seemed normal again.
"You forgot the delta calibrator, you muppet." I sighed. "What on earth am I going to do with you?"
"We're not on Earth!" The TARDIS chose to grind to a halt.
"Says who! You installed the shuffle button!"
"Yeah, but . . . .I mean . . . Go check then."
"Cause I want to get my head cut into bite sized pieces by a weevil again. You go!"
The Doctor tried a pleading look. "Rock, paper, sissors?"
I roughly threw his coat at him. "Out. Now! I don't even know what you did with my jacket . . . Oh, yes, I don't have one anymore. Give me ten, I swear she changes the floors in the wardrobe around." She flounced out the room, her feet on autopilot. She'd got that tingly feeling again. She rolled her eyes. Her "inner self" was trying to talk to her. Of course, until she'd met the Doctor, she'd just thought it her conscience or something. Apparently though, she'd suppressed her Time Lord side, to seem human to even herself, although it occasionally wanted to talk. Given time, she'd learn to accept it, and it would integrate itself into her human side. She opened up her mind.
Yo, Stell.
Yo yourself. You sure you're okay?
Yes, I told you, there was no trace of those things. You wanted something more than that. What?
Um. Well, I think he's hiding something.
Eh? What makes you say that?
The usual. The body language, the brain waves. I don't think he knows how far out I am, so he's not trying to hide the signs…
You worry too much, Stel. If you want, I'll ask. You'll keep an eye out for anything else? Doctor, general universe, and supreme beings?
Well, duh. Not going to leave you senseless, am I? I'm going to go now, need to go make myself half-sleep so I can see for you. See ya.
The hot feeling in my chest spread, and vanished, leaving me smiling slightly. It always helped to know she was looking after her. Stel, as she called her inner side, could watch the universe and the energies that changed. I swung into the wardrobe. Peering over the railing, looking onto the multiple floors through the chamber space in the middle, I saw the coats three floors down. I pulled a flat black disc off the wall, and threw it over the railing, and it hovered. Then, with a daring move I'd tried off a movie, I swung my legs over the railing and onto the disc. It stayed. I bent my knees, and the disc sped off. I loved the feeling of almost flying, and let my hair whip around my face. After pulling a few daring turns, I let myself float over to the coats. I jumped off, and ran down my favourite aisle. Criminal Damage . . .Emily Strange . . . Darkside . . . Eventually, I pulled off a bright red hoodie, with a cartoon vampire mouth emblazed on the side. I reached up on my tiptoes and pulled a black bakerboy hat off the shelf and rammed it onto my head to cover up my unstraightened, wavy hair. I let a small wave fall out the hat. I jumped back on the disc, and looking at my watch, zoomed straight up to the door. I jumped off, and the disc was magnetised back to the wall. I ran down the corridors, my feet pounding. I almost skidded past the control room in her boots, but I managed to cling onto the doorframe.
"Ready to go?" I straightened myself up, and strided to the door, where the Doctor was waiting.
"I've been ready for twenty minutes." He opened the door. "Out with you!"
I stuck my tounge out at him, the cheeky sod. I stepped out, instantly looking for beings brandishing weapons, or just beings. I couldn't see anything. Not anything. Then again, we'd landed at what looked like the top of a mountain on Earth.
"I really want to say I told you so, this is Earth, but the chances of me actually being right are probably slimmer than you." I poked him, just to prove my point.
"Oi. And yes, this isn't Earth. For starters, the air up here is too much like normal to be Earth; it's not thinned. And have you noticed, the snow is slightly blue." He kicked the snow with his Converse clad foot.
"Yep." I sighed. "When are the locals coming to kill us?"
"I don't know. I'm grateful for it, but at the same time, the instinct to run the moment we leave safety is too great."
"I know wha…"
"TAG! You're it!" screamed the Doctor, running away as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.
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