Series: Shining World Series
Title: Wild Endeavour 1/30
Pairing: Possible OC/OC
Rating: PG may increase to 15
Spoilers: Set before and through the Time War.
A/N: Total disregard for the Loom theory, and Gallifreyan history in general, it's made up of bits and pieces from the books, the Gallifrey Audio series and the show.
Disclaimer: If Doctor Who was mine then I'd be arranging the filming of this.
"Run Magentadecorumantra, run!"
And then suddenly she was on her feet, running though the Death Zone.
"She's no Gallifreyan" Hissed a voice, which flowed like water, "She can't stay here, in Death Zone of all places"
Her feet pounded the dust as she ran.
Fleeing the Toclafane came as easily as breathing.
Exiting the death zone on the other hand.
Near on impossible.
And she had no idea how she had got there.
Or how to get out.
"She's trapped now, the little mongrel" whispered the voice again.
"Just leave me be" Magentadecorumantra tried to shout but her voice was blocked by the ghostly hand of the Toclafane griping her voice box.
"Pythia told us, half breeds aren't allowed on Gallifrey, so what are you doing?"
"W-why?" She stuttered.
"It speaks" The first shadow creature hissed.
"I've heard their kind can"
She tried to turn her head to see where the other voice had come from but the Toclafane holding her throat tightened its grip.
"Only a Gallifreyan can look at the high Toclafane, not a mongrel like you"
"Rest," came the High Toclafane's voice, far to close to Magentadecorumantra's ear for her liking, "Once this half breed has been got rid of then we can proceed to Karn"
"No" Magentadecorumantra tried to scream though the ghostly substance that was blocking up her throat…
And sat straight up in her bed.
She pushed her sangria hair out of her face, and rested her hand on her slightly furry forehead.
"By the Goddess Santori, this is getting ridiculous," she muttered as she pulled herself out of bed.
She pulled on the pale purple robes of a Patrexean Novice and as she tightened the Palatinate sash around her middle she noticed her reflection.
Sighing to herself she dragged her fingers through her hair, when she thought it looked in some state of grace she turned. Automatically licking the back of her hand and rubbing it along her forehead down her cheeks, around her jaw and under her chin.
"Smart enough" Magentadecorumantra said as she walked out of her room and into the Academy grounds.
She was thankful that she was only on extra classes now, which gave her more time to herself and a less strict timetable. The necessary exams which she had taken with the other novices at the end of the last season meant that as soon as the results were given from the Citadel the Novices that passed would be classified Time Lords with permission to grow their own TARDISes and would be presented with a full set of ceremonial robes, in the colour of their chapter.
She pulled herself out of her day dream as she reached the room where Gallifreyan History was taking place. She'd only chosen three subjects to carry on after her exams as they were either practical for her future career or had no definitive start or end which meant that she was free to leave as soon as she was able.
She knocked on the door and an usher opened it for her.
"Name?"
"Magentadecorumantra"
"Chapter?"
Magentadecorumantra looked down at her robes in disbelieve.
"Patrexes"
"What happened to your face?" The Usher asked, indicating to the red fur that spanned from her forehead, down her cheek bones, around the crest of her jaw and under her chin.
Anger flared up insider her for a moment.
"Do you have to ask that question? I've been at the academy for 57 years now; you should know who I am"
"You're the cat girl"
"Let me in Usher" She growled, snarling and revealing her faintly sharp canines.
"Usher, just let the girl in" came a voice from inside the room.
The Usher looked abashed and turned silently to let her in.
"Thanks" she said and extended her hand to the person in green who had got her passed the usher.
Instead of taking her hand in a shake he gripped firmly and looked at her finger tips.
"Claws, you really are a cat person aren't you?"
"Yes, if you don't mind-"
"What did you see when you looked into the Untempered Schism?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm Grekatobitrantomelacplatokemklashmaic, but you can call me Grek"
"But I don't want to-"
"And what was you're name then? Didn't catch it"
"I didn't tell you"
"Magentarykarmament wasn't it?"
"Magentadecorumantra"
"It's a bit short isn't it?"
"My father ran out of syllables"
Grek looked at her for a long moment
"Cat got his tongue?"
Magentadecorumantra stoutly remained silent, but her protracting claws were the give away to her anger.
"And yours too it looks like"
She tried to tug her hand out of his grasp but he held on tight.
"Do you mind?"
"Yes I mind"
"I'd like my hand back"
"You can have your paw back in a moment, now you know what I'd like?"
"No but I'm sure you're going to tell me"
Grek smiled at her and opened his mouth but the words never made it out as a hand with a red clothed wrist landed on his shoulder.
"Grek? Haven't you got the hint yet? She's not interested."
Grek let go of her hand quickly and faced the new comer.
He was several inches taller than her (which easily made him the tallest person in the room as Magentadecorumantra was of above average height herself), had shaggy brown hair that just brushed his collar, light hazel eyes and was dressed in the red robes of a Prydonian.
"How exactly would you know that?"
"Apart from her obvious physical discomfort around you…"
Grek glared at him and made no sign of backing down.
"Apart from that, anyone in this room with basic telepathy skill could work it out, and I've got more than basic skills, double A in Telepathy in my 23rd year. I'm an expected Triple A in Advanced Telepathy, trust me, she doesn't want to be around you"
Grek looked away, flustered, and angrily walked across the room, to the group of other green wearing novices.
"Thanks" Magentadecorumantra said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"It was no trouble, the Arcalian always get on my nerves, you can't trust them with anything"
"Wasn't it an Arcalian who almost crashed her TARDIS into the Capitol?"
"I'd completely forgotten about that story, but I'm pretty sure it was"
He looked towards the front of the room and then turned back to her.
"I'm Cheengoldildenordrabelrodkimcheverbel of the Prydonian Chapter, commonly known as Drabel and I'm looking forward to today's lecture on the history of Gallifrey, today we're getting a talk on the Dark Days, I'm partially interested in the systems of government. And I'm be delighted if you'd accompany me"
She smiled as Drabel extended an arm and brushed her hair out of her face.
"And I'm Magentadecorumantra, of the Patrexean Chapter, known as Magenta, and it would be a pleasure."
She linked his arm in hers.
And managed to get a whole three feet before tripping over the edge of her robes. She giggled as Drabel helped her up and this started him off as well and they were still spluttering with laughter as they took their seats at the front of the class.
Scout Girl (phantomreviewer on LJ)
