I thought it would be interesting to have someone else who was the last or their kind, to see how the Doctor reacts. Hope I got this right.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, Matt Smith, Amy Pond, Karen Gillian (I think that's her name) or the TARDIS, Or anything else related to Doctor Who. I wish.
A/N: First story published, so I hope you like it!
"Right, then!" cried the Doctor, flicking the last switch with a flourish. "I think it's time you met some friends of mine." He grinned across at Amy, who gave him a curious look.
"Like, alien friends or human friends?" she asked, tilting her head.
The Doctor considered for a moment, then replied, "Neither."
Before Amy could ask any more questions, the TARDIS stopped, its whooshing noise fading.
The Doctor gestured to the door, smiling his smile at Amy. "Welcome to the City of the Yanar. Outside, you will find magnificent architecture, gorgeous food, and um…some people who will probably be rather angry at me. I seem to remember leaving in a bit of a rush last time. Strange thing about the Yanar, I mean, they've built up a wonderful city and everything, but they're a bit lacking in the sense of humour department."
While the Doctor had been talking, Amy had bounded to the door and opened it excitedly. Now she stood, staring out of the door. "Doctor?" she called uncertainly.
The Doctor bounced down to join her at the door, a smile on his face. The smile disappeared as soon as he saw what Amy was looking at. Pushing past her, he stood on the ash-covered floor. "Stay here." He ordered, before closing the door firmly in Amy's face.
Turning around, he saw again the fate of the beautiful city he had known so well. It had been burned. The mighty buildings which would once have towered up into the sky now lay in pieces at the Doctor's feet. Ash blew past him, as the whistling wind carried it away. But that was not the worst part. No, the worst part was the bodies. They lay everywhere, twisted and gruesome. Some where simply skeletons, others only half burned. They lay where they had fallen, those still with faces screaming eternally, their souls always remembering the pain.
The Doctor stood still, sickened by the sight. The city was silent, no people, no birds, no animals, nothing. Except…what was that? So faint, carried by the wind. The Doctor strained his ears. Could it be that someone had escaped the gruesome fate of those he saw before him now? Hurrying in the direction of the noise, he listened as it got louder, hearing now the heartbroken, fretful sobbing of someone who was alone, so alone. Feeling the tug in his heart as he recognised it as the sound that had come from him all those years ago.
Finally, he came upon the source of the noise. A girl, curled up amongst the ash and debris. Clasping some scrap of material in one hand, a small bag in the other. Twisting his mouth, the Doctor realised he knew her.
"Oh, Jo." He sighed, almost to himself, as he knelt down beside her. She was sobbing brokenly, her usually beautiful midnight hair now lank and dirty, her green eyes, normally so full of life, now red and bleak, her once perfectly groomed wings sprawled on the ground behind her, covered in the ash of her beloved city. There was a line along her jawbone, a burn. She didn't even notice his presence when his hand tenderly brushed her hair from her face. When he carefully gathered her up in his arms, she grabbed hold of the front of his jacket as if it was the last thing in the world.
"I tried…to stop it…I tried…to help them…"she whispered brokenly through her tears. The Doctor didn't shush her, didn't tell her that it was going to be alright, because he knew exactly how she felt. Well, not exactly, he hoped, remembering how his people had come to their end. Instead, he simply carried her back to the TARDIS, holding her head against his chest.
When he got inside the TARDIS, Amy was there, waiting for an explanation, and her curiosity grew when she saw his burden. He ignored her demands for answers as if they belonged to another world, and walked slowly to another room in the TARDIS, a small bedroom, remembering in a distant part of his mind how Jo had loved this room when she was a child, travelling with him. Laying her down on the bed, he sat on the floor beside her, holding her hand, the only comfort he could give. Around them, the TARDIS hummed in sympathy.
Amy had followed them, and now she tried again to get answers from the Doctor. "Who is she?" she asked in a hushed voice.
The Doctor raised his head slightly and looked unseeingly at the opposite wall. "Her name's Jo. She's my god-daughter."
"What?" Amy gasped, coming further into the room. "Why haven't you mentioned her before?"
The Doctor shrugged. "I suppose…I haven't seen her in so long…I just, sort of, forgot."
Amy stared incredulously. "You forgot about your god-daughter?" she said sceptically. "Well, what's wrong with her? Where's her family?"
"Dead." The Doctor answered bluntly. Amy looked at him, uncomprehendingly. "That was their city, out there," he continued. "The Last Refuge. Running from the Humans. Last time I visited, there were only about five hundred of them left. And they knew they were going to die. What they didn't realise," the Doctor said, shifting round slightly to look at Jo, "was that they would leave someone behind."
"So, this is on Earth?" Amy checked. The Doctor nodded. "Your future." He explained before Amy could ask. "In your present, the Yanar are still hidden, but it doesn't stay that way. The Yanar are found, experimented on, locked up, killed, persecuted. All by Humans, who by this point have already colonised about six other planets anyway, so it's not like they need the space."
Amy looked at the Doctor, the suppressed anger in his voice reminding her that he wasn't human, that he was so old.
"It's not like they need the space," muttered Jo, shifting slightly, her eyes closed.
"Wait. Why did she just repeat you?" Amy asked.
"I've tried to draw her consciousness into my mind. Cushion the blow a bit. Otherwise she might go mad. And the last thing we need is a vengeful Yanar on the loose. So our minds are sort of mixed together right now. Bit crowded up there actually." The Doctor tapped his head.
"Crowded up there actually," muttered Jo.
"But there's got to be someone left," Amy insisted, "she can't be the last one."
The Doctor looked at her, two souls staring into Amy's eyes. "Why not?" he asked. "I am."
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