Indignity
By Lomeinie
Rating: G
Spoilers: Season 3's BLINK
Summary: It's been 100 years since the events of 'Blink', and there's about to be a prison break. Sequel to 'Alone', inspired by this post.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of its characters as the BBC owns them and since I've made absolutely no money off of this I expect not to be sued, thanks!
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It's been over thirty six thousand days since the Time Lord tricked my kind and me into actually gazing upon each other.
Thirty-six thousand days of looking into one single solitary rage distorted face without the hope that my kind or I would ever see anything else but that same face for as long as time ticked by.
Thirty-six thousand days of being frozen in the same stance as we were in when we surrounded the time machine. You may believe that just because we turn to stone whenever another living creature looks upon us we wouldn't ache to be able to move around. Turning to stone maybe a fact of our natural defense but it doesn't mean we're tired of standing in the exact same pose, and it doesn't mean my limbs weren't aching from standing like this for more than a century.
But the worst of the indignities suffered by my kind and me is the fact we are completely at the mercy of humans or any other living being that comes near us. Since the night were frozen into this stone prison, one of the room's walls collapsed giving way for the four legged creatures of this wretched planet to come in and torment us. Two of us even had to bear the utter indignity of two pairs of avian creatures make our forms their homes. You can't imagine how maddening it is to listen to their cursed offspring beg to be fed and not have the ability to topple them off us when their parents aren't looking.
Oh yes, Time Lord, we are indeed the loneliest creatures in the universe but we're also the angriest, spiteful beings you'll ever encounter. If I were you, Doctor, I would beg whatever higher power you believe in that we're never freed of our stone prison because we shall seek vengeance.
Last time we met, Time Lord, my kind and I were far to kind to you and your companion. We sent you too close to the year in which you left. We will not make that mistake again. Oh no, Doctor, the next time we shall send you back so far back that even you won't live long enough to effect an escape from the past and then we will feast forever on your time machine.
Yes, my dear Doctor, we shall have our revenge.