Hi! This is my first fanfiction, super excited to see how everyone reacts to it! This takes place between Martha and Donna. All rights belong to the BBC and Steven Moffat/Russell T. Davis! Allons-y! ~Unbroken 854
A Journey to Heal the Mind
Chapter 1: I Can't Believe Him!
'My name is the Warrior, I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey and this is my story. I'm writing this in Gallifreyan to prevent the wrong people from reading this, meaning humans. No offense, but this is a story you do not want to hear. If you can read this, and you're human, than it's too late for you. The Time Lords, namely Rassilon, are coming for you. They're rounding up all the humans who can read and write Gallifreyan because they're afraid. Afraid of what these humans will become. I am Rassilon's pawn. This is my story.
It started when I was born. I never knew my parents. They abandoned me as a small child. I don't hold it against them; I think they knew what I would become, especially when Rassilon took special interest in me at my birth. I was silent. Who's silent when they're born, besides me? So I was hand-picked to be the hammer and fist of Rassilon, our ruler and dictator. You probably guessed from the name. . . I hid my name. There are no consequences of knowing it; I rather just not have people know it. Privacy thing, you know? Probably not. . . People are so liberal with handing out their names these days. Seriously, it's like you're asking to be scammed or something! No matter, on with the story, like the Doctor says; allons-y!
I'm 854 now; still kind of young for a Time Lord, but old enough to see some pretty horrific things, like the Last "Great" Time War. Did I mention that I was with the Doctor when he pressed the button and burned Gallifrey and Skaro? It's true, when Rassilon finished my training; he set me out on the streets of Arcadia, where the Doctor happened to be passing through. It was three days before he found me, however. A little girl, tired and hungry, with nowhere else to go, I jumped at the first chance I got of a home. Yeah, that was so smart of me, I went through all that training, and I trust the first face I see that showed me kindness outside of the Academy. I was lucky it was the Doctor. Extremely lucky, but that just sums up my life. One big stroke of dumb luck, and because of that, I am currently writing this in the TARDIS under the watchful and caring eyes of the Doctor.'
I set down my pencil. The Doctor preferred to write in pen, which made no sense to me. What if he messed up, what was he supposed to do, scratch it out? I stretched and took a look at the stack of writing I had. The Doctor recommended I write everything down to help ease the stress in my mind. PTSD, he said I had, whatever that means. I tapped the desk rapidly with my left hand, my fingers forming a made-up rhythm.
"Everything alright," the Doctor leaned into my room, his brown eyes wide and concerned. I had been travelling with him for many years now, he knew me very well. It still shocks me that someone cares for me so much. People think the Doctor's bad. Let's just say I'm ten times worse.
"Yeah, I was just about to go to the console room. I've had enough sitting for now." I smiled at him, my heart warm with the love I felt towards this man that rescued me all those years ago. "Now go, I'll meet you out there in a minute; I'm tired of sitting around in my pajamas, so I'm going to change!" I gave the Doctor a mock glare.
"Alright, I'm going! I don't even know why you sleep; Time Lords don't need that much sleep." The Doctor stared at the ceiling as his mind wandered again.
"I have my reasons, now GET OUT!" I started to get out of my seat to chase the Doctor out. He ran out as fast as he could, knowing I'd get my shoes of pain. I'll explain those later. Right now I need to pick out my clothes.
I went up to the closet I had in my room (I could never find my way to the wardrobe) and flicked through the clothes. I saw a pair of black denim jeans and a white t-shirt, but quickly dismissed them when I saw the feminine version of the Doctor's chocolate brown pinstriped suit and tan trench coat. I threw it on and grabbed a pair of black knee-high Converse with blue laces while I ran out to the console room. Well, I say ran. I actually hopped there because I was putting my shoes on.
"There you are, ready to go?" The Doctor was fiddling with the controls of the TARDIS, setting the coordinates to our next adventure and priming the engines. He looked up from his work. "You look brilliant, by the way. Where did you find that?"
"The TARDIS found it, actually. She put it in my closet. You know how she is." I smiled and sat in the crook of one of the tree-like struts that were bountiful in the console room. I looked up at the ceiling and started lightly petting one of the branches. My smile grew as I subconsciously felt the TARDIS's approval. "You beautiful, amazing person," I whispered quietly to her. "Take good care of the Doctor. He needs you."
"I swear it is the strangest thing, you two. You'd think that she likes you better than me." The Doctor looked up at my high position and gave me his signature, dorky grin. Oh, how I loved his grin. I've been all over Time and Space, and I still think that his grin is the most beautiful thing in all of creation. I never tell him, but so far I think that his current regeneration is the best. I still missed Rose, though, and I could tell everyday that he'd do anything to get her back. I would, too. Rose and I had bonded like I had with none of the other companions. Martha had been okay, but I was still reserved and snappy from the recent loss of Rose. Things are getting better, sort of. "You're thinking about Rose, aren't you?" The Doctor's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"How could you tell?" My gaze moved from the TARDIS to the Doctor's dark brown, espresso eyes. I could see all the sadness in the universe, and yet, there was still that spark of hope for a better day. My light, ice blue eyes were still bright and young compared to his.
"Your eyes, they look older. Too old," the Doctor looked serious now. He was truly concerned for me, and he always has been since day one. But I still can't tell what he's thinking. His mental shields are too strong.
"I know, Doctor. . . But I can't get over the fact that she's stuck in a parallel universe. She actually cared for me, unlike the others. I mean, Susan and I got along, so did me and Sarah Jane, and Romana and I had our moments, but Rose was like a sister to me. A sister I will never be able to replace." I could feel my anger levels rising. How dare he act like he wasn't close to Rose, HOW DARE HE!
"I'm not asking for that, but I think it's time you moved on."
"Oh, like you haven't moved on." I instantly regretted saying that. No, wait, scratch that, I didn't. I was too angry to not regret it at the moment, but I knew it would come back and bite me in the butt later.
"You, room, now. You should know better than to speak to me like that." He pointed at the hallway. I had gone too far this time, and I knew that I had.
"You're not my father." I retorted and glared at him. Okay, maybe I was acting more like a rebellious teenager instead of the adult I was, but honestly, I've always been a slow person maturity-wise.
"But I may as well be. Now you will listen to me!" I slide off my perch, knowing that things would get ugly if I didn't listen.
"Whatever you say, Doctor." My voice was filled with acid as I walked past him, mentally slapping myself for being such an idiot. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but honestly, I can't control myself when I get angry. It's one of my many downfalls that have nearly gotten me killed. When I got to my room, I opened the door and slammed it shut, knowing it was childish behavior, but not caring. Why would I care about my actions if my feelings were hurt by the person I cared for the most?
Dun, dun, DAAAAAAAN! Looks like our friend the Warrior has a bit of a rocky relationship with the Doctor, and maybe some confused feelings. No, they aren't related, if you're wondering. I have no clue where their relationship is going, so it'll be fun to find out! Thanks for reading, my lovelies! I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP! Auve roir! ~Unbroken854