Hey! So I wrote a second chapter! It's really quite sad, so I hope you don't mind. :3 Thank you so much for the six reviews on my first chapter I really hope to get the same kind of feedback the further I go but if you have any suggestions don't hesitate to say. Also, later on in the chapter it goes into first person, I'm probably going to be changing the POV's back and forth from first to third now and then, so sorry if it's inconveniant :P I'll try to inform you whose POV it is when it does go into first person but it should be quite obvious. ^^ Anywho, I don't own Doctor Who but I do own my no-name character of the 'Girl of Gallifrey' so don't steal her and make her do your bidding! That's mean! She's only eight! Gawd! Please review, love you all and buh-bai! xxXxx
Chapter 2
It had been mere months since the two children of Gallifrey had sat upon the mount of fresh red grass and dreamt of the stars. But any amount of time – it seemed – was enough to make the world crash and burn around you.
The boy of Gallifrey had never felt this way in his life, a soul crushing experience of despair and sadness ravaging at his very being. He had seen inside the vortex and beheld all of its wonders. But he had run. Oh he had run so very fast... straight to his best friend, to the girl of Gallifrey as they held each other tight.
"It's amazing and painful and heartbreaking all at the same time." He still heard his words then, as clear as day as he had sought comfort in his friend, his psychic bound best friend. She had laughed, holding him tightly and squeezing him; "so you ran huh?" she beamed to him, stroking away his messy fringe from his face so she could poke his nose, "how far do you think you can go?"
He grinned, "Everywhere."
But he hadn't known that everywhere wouldn't be the way he'd seen it. He didn't realise... that it just took a few months for his plans to disintegrate within his palms.
He didn't want to intrude, but he did anyway. His small body easily wove around the many white-gown clad nurses and Doctors running their daily errands. They gave all that they could give. Now it was his turn.
She lay in her own private room, the best that money could buy. Her father had refused to give her up; even if it made them bankrupt... he'd find a way. So the boy of Gallifrey walked in meekly. His best friend lay there... so motionless, so far gone. Skin pale, eyes lost of vibrancy. She was a shell of her previous self... but she was his best friend nonetheless. He could feel her pain even then... the disease that lacked a cure. The disease that bypassed regeneration. The disease that had a 100% death rate.
Her brown locks were damp with sweat as she grabbed angrily at the sheets that bound her to her bed, "Please father, let me do it!" her voice was weak, but even the boy of Gallifrey could hear her determination. He felt it within his very being, their psychic-bound connection wreaking havoc on the two as they fought for it to stay intact... even when she was so weak.
Her father, a grey haired superior of Gallifrey. He loomed over her with his thick red and golden cape. He made the boy of Gallifrey feel as if he did not belong at the bedside of his best friend, he made him feel weak and minor.
Her father stroked away her damp locks, "you cannot go through with a time vortex ceremony, you are too weak." His voice was low for her sake, laced with fear for his only daughter's life. "Please, focus on healing."
She scoffed at that, no tears penetrating her eyes... even then, "you know that I won't." She sighed, rolling her eyes, forcing all of her energy to face towards her best friend. "Come here." She beckoned. And just like that the boy of Gallifrey felt like he belonged.
He took her hand as she squeezed it gently, making him feel warm, complete. "Tell him." Her eyes blazed like burning stars into his soul. She wanted to do the ceremony; her final wish before she died. So she could be a proper Time Lady, so she could live her life before it ended. So she could see the world.
The boy bit his lip, looking towards the far supreme Time Lord before her bedside. "She wants to see everything, feel everything before she goes. It's her eight birthday Sir... it is her final wish." He found the words easy to piece together, even in the eye of despair and hopelessness. Her father had simply sighed, placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek. "It is your wish; I cannot deny you of that."
They'd set it up as best they could, wheeling the ailing child to the Time Vortex in her own makeshift bed. The boy of Gallifrey held her hand the entire time. Eyes of family members and of superiors watched the two children as they made their way to the Vortex. The girl of Gallifrey, weaker than ever, forced herself into a sitting position. He could feel the twinge in his soul that told him she was in pain... so much pain. But she didn't cry. Not a tear.
For her sake, the ceremony was short. The unveiling of the Time Vortex quick. He shielded his eyes, looking away as he felt her grip on his hand tighten. Her nails dag into his flesh as she stared, so very mind blown into the heart of the Time Vortex, the soul of the very Universe...
He could have screamed when he felt the psychic bond loosen within his soul, forcing to break apart. Her hand went near to limp, cold flesh among his grip. He turned to her; her eyes were wide as the tears finally fell. She knew. He knew. Every observer of the ceremony knew. It was her time. But, as always... they didn't interfere.
But the boy of Gallifrey did.
He grabbed onto her arm, hoisting her into an awkward hug as he cried for her. Her breathing was near to gone, but she still wrapped an arm around his. She smiled into his shoulder. If she had to die, she was glad it was like this. With him.
"I can't let you die, I was supposed to be your Doctor, I was supposed to look after you!" he cried, hugging her tighter than before. His body felt numb, his mind working on adrenaline and fear. How would he cope without her?
She laughed, weakly but all the same... she laughed. "A Doctor can't save everyone," she croaked, a fistful of his shirt in her grip, "but you always made me feel better."
The last thing he remembered were his own piercing screams as his psychic bond broke to pieces, scattering his soul with a hole he could never fix. Pain that was and always would be permanent.
My body was cold and compressed. The pain was everlasting and yet short... so very short. My mind scattered the Universe, searching for an answer. The question, unknown... but then, suddenly so very clear.
Why am I breathing?
I could feel the air leaving my lungs and then winding back inside. A normal bodily function that I was sure was impossible. But then I was cold again. My arms yearned to wrap around myself, to provide the warmth that I was lacking. But I couldn't. I was bound... by something hard. Something metal. It kept my back hard against the cool material I was trapped beneath.
I cannot believe we've done this. Finally, we have the perfect weapon.
My breath hitched. A reaction to fear, or perhaps shock. A voice, shrouded by my prison. She was female, of that I could be sure. She wasn't speaking Gallifreyan... though I could understand the tongue. They'd told us that children of Time would learn every language.
Time, Time Lord... the time vortex, him... the boy of time, his scent in my nostrils as I held him tight. And then... darkness.
"I'm dead!" My twin hearts raced within my chest as my voice echoed around my prison. I struggled beneath my shackles, feeling the material cut into my skin. "I'm dead!" I couldn't stop saying it, though I knew it was impossible. I couldn't be dead... but I had been. I had died in front of the Time Vortex... seeing into all of time and space. I saw it all. But it wasn't enough. There was something still missing. Something I wasn't getting.
Warm air hit me in the face hard; the whooshing of working clockwork came to my ears ferociously as my prison broke into two solid pieces in front of my gaze. They folded away from one another, facing me with a face that solved all my problems. And yet it didn't.
A woman's face, her right eyes perfectly preserved beneath a silver eye patch. She smiled, wrinkles forming around her lips as she revealed herself for who she was.
"No longer eight are we? My you've grown."
My eyes widened, my neck craning down to look at myself. Tall-(ish), thin framed... I struggled to cope. I wasn't eight... but how was that even...
"You've been in and out of stasis undergoing many tests my dear," the woman answered for me, her left hand waving towards me dismissively, "you are our project, you are my daughter of Time and my most amazing discovery."
I simply blinked; my mind still fuzzy of fading memories of my life on Gallifrey.
"You are nineteen, you are a Time Lady and you're function is to-"
"Kill the Doctor." I said it before my mind even settled on the idea. Who was the Doctor? Why must I kill him?
"Yes, no matter how you think or what you do my dear, you will succeed in killing the Doctor."
My muscles froze, my chest heaving in what could best be described as hyperventilating in pure, indisputable fear. I was her puppet and no matter what I did I would kill the Doctor.
My chest heaved once more as tears fled my eyes. I was a puppet to this diabolical woman, but that wasn't what I was thinking. The question I was thinking and would always be thinking... the one thing that wouldn't cease in my mind. That One. Simple. Question.
Why?
OH MY GAWHD, WHY? ... hah. :3 So yeah we've got the Silence doing a part in this as well! What's gonna happen to our nineteen year old Time Lady? Will the Doctor rescue her? But even then... will she want to kill him? WELL YOU'RE GONNA FIND OUT! Not now obviously... haha, LATER. :D Pweese review, wuv yah, bye ! xx
