Hey everyone! Here's another DW story! This one features a new OC, Freya. Before we begin I'd like to thank time-twilight for letting me adopt your idea and turn it into this story. So thank you!
Also this is a little bit of a rewrite to the previous version. Basically I wasn't particularly happy with the way I was having Freya talk.
Now onto the prologue!
Freya lifted her head when she heard the door to her cell open. "You feeling like talking today?" Simmons asked. The Time Lady just stared at him, not saying a word. "No? Well perhaps another two days without food will loosen your tongue", he snapped and slammed the door shut.
Two days without food was hardly a punishment anymore since she'd endured far worse over the 50 years she had been held captive. She leant her head back against the wall. How did it come to this? A prisoner to some rich human who thought her nothing more than a 'pet', a test subject.
Oh, wait she did know how it came to this. She was only trying to do the right thing by warning the humans about the Dalek. And how do they repay her? By locking her up and experimenting on her. Of all the planets to crash land on, it just happens to be Earth she thought bitterly.
Earth used to be her favourite planet to learn about. She was always so fascinated by the people and their history…even their innovations. But now…now 50 years held captive was starting to make her change her views about humans. She knew that not all humans were like the ones that she had unfortunately met. Some are actually quite nice, though she never had the opportunity to meet one. Scratch that…she had met someone who was fairly nice…who didn't treat her like a mere test subject. The human had treated her as what she was, a living being.
Strangely enough, the young woman…Clara, she believed was her name, seemed almost familiar. Freya couldn't quite place her though. She liked Clara. Then the Time Lady had gotten transferred to another facility and she never saw Clara again.
The Time Lady sighed and pulled her legs up to her chest, the chains around her wrists clinking as she did so. She wished that someone would come to rescue her, to save her from another 50 years of torture. Someone…please help me…I don't know how much longer I can do this she thought, tears starting to run down her face I need a hero…
~time vortex~
The TARDIS hurtled through the time vortex to the destination that her thief had programmed in.
Someone…please help me…I don't know how much longer I can do this…I need a hero…
The ship perked up at this. Someone was calling out for help, a young female by the sound of it. Whoever it was needed a hero and there was no one better than the Doctor. She immediately altered course, heading straight for the source of the mental plea. Van Statten's Museum.