Our Many Lives
I knew him as a child. Time Tots they called them. A silly name if you asked me. I was born around the same time he was, for the first time. I was not Gallifreyan, no. I was something they did not understand and never would. Not even the great Doctor could. I do not even know. I have never met another of my kind. There were no records of any like me. At each death I was reborn as a new body. I always had enough power to choose my likeness; however, that was all. My memories were always locked until I knew him again. For what purpose, I did not know. I did know that I had the power to choose my death, and I would be reborn until I decided to leave the universe forever.
I needed to know my connection to him. I needed to know why I existed, and with each meeting I knew more. He was always more than willing to help me discover it, for it involved him too. There was never a time when we did not know each other, at least in our subconscious minds. I always wondered if it plagued him, not knowing. He hated not knowing things. So each time we were reunited, we would try and find my true origin. My true self. We lived many lives together.