Chapter 2

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"You ready to go?" asked the Doctor, and Maryssa nodded. She couldn't wait to get out of the place, she always felt so cooped up in a normal life. It wasn't something she enjoyed- she needed more than the quiet life. Giving her a smile, the Doctor straightened his bow tie.

"Nice bow tie," she said, smiling at it. She meant it too, she thought it was cute when a guy wore a bow tie. She thought ties were OK, but she had an affection for bow ties, they were different.

"Thank you!" he said. "I think we're going to get along very well. Can you believe that a lot of my companions don't like the bow tie? I like your hat by the way. Very unique, like my bow tie," he said, grinning. Maryssa grinned back at him, before getting thrown back.

"Ow! You could have warned me!" moaned Maryssa. The Doctor grinned, before offering his hand to help her up.

"That, my dear, would be boring," he replied. Rolling her eyes, Maryssa walked up to the door, preparing to see where she was.

"Maryssa, welcome to Jamaica in 2094!" he announced. Maryssa gave him a doubtful look and he walked over to see what she was looking at.

"Ah, right. Maryssa, welcome to London, 2015," he said. "How boring! Could you not have brought me somewhere a little more, I don't know, exciting?" he asked the TARDIS, who hummed in response.

"Doctor?" asked a weak voice from behind him.

"Not now Maryssa, can't you hear I'm ranting?" he complained.

"But Doctor-" she protested.

"Ssh! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I get a new companion, and where do you bring us? Three years into the future? Honestly, she'll be leaving me-"

"DOCTOR WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME!" yelled Maryssa.

"What is it?" he asked, completely innocently.

"I've been… shot…" she said, falling back and dropping her bag. The Doctor rushed to her side, shut the door on the armed men standing outside and flew the TARDIS into the vortex. He was about to just hold her hand, her wound was next to her stomach and she had a maximum of five minutes left to live. She bled, the blood seeping through her hand. But the Doctor noticed something, a small golden pocket watch he recognised all too well.

"Maryssa? Maryssa, listen to me. You're going to be fine, just open this, ok? You'll be fine," he told her, handing her the watch.

"I don't want to Doctor!" she sobbed as he helped her sit up, crying into his chest.

"I know, it's a side effect of the Chameleon Arch. Look, do you trust me?" he asked her, continuing to hold her. She nodded into his chest, because, despite everything, despite the fact she'd only known him for an hour or so, he did trust him.

"Then trust me on this- open the watch," he told her. And she did, she opened the watch, voices whispering to her. This was why she didn't like it- it spoke strange words to her like 'time lord' and 'Gallifrey'. The Doctor watched, as the Gallifreyan technology got her to remember, made her remember herself. She looked up at him, realization in her eyes.

"I-I'm not human," she said. He nodded, despite it not being a question, it was a statement.

"I'm a Time Lord. Tell me Doctor, what happened to Gallifrey? My mother and father stuck me under the Chameleon Arch, telling me that they weren't sure how much time was left. Was Gallifrey destroyed Doctor? Did we lose the war?" she asked, looking up with eyes begging him to answer before she doubled over.

"I'm regenerating! Oh, god. I'm holding on, but it hurts. I've got to find out though. Tell me!" she almost yelled. She was in so much pain. The Doctor had to answer truthfully, breaking rule number one. He couldn't lie to another one of his kind.

"We didn't lose the war. We didn't win it either. I had to kill them! And I did. I watched as my planet burned. My children and grandchildren crying, my wife dying. I watched as Daleks and Time Lords alike died. And I did it! I let it happen. Me, the Doctor! The Healer! I watched as my people died at my hand! I'm sorry Maryssa, but we're the last," he told her as he buried his head in his hands.

"On behalf of our people, Doctor, I'm going to tell you that it's ok. Yes, you killed our people. But, Doctor, you saved many others from the Daleks, and all the others.," she told him, before doubling over as another wave of pain hit. Her hand was faintly glowing now. It wasn't long.

"But I didn't! I didn't because the Daleks are still out there! I failed! I thought I'd done it right, but I hadn't! I did it so, so wrong," he cried. Maryssa put her hand on his shoulder, shaking slightly.

"I am 477 years old. I have never regenerated. I look 14, but I am 477. Practically a child, mind you, in Gallifreyan terms. When I left Gallifrey, I had a baby girl. 10 years old. And my little boy, 17. They should have got under the Chameleon Arch, but they put me under it. For some reason, it reversed my physical, human age. And Doctor? Do you know what they said? My mother, do you know what she told me when I went under that arch?" she asked. The Doctor shook his head.

"My mother told me I'd meet a lonely traveller. A man who has the weight of the universe on his shoulders. A man who mourned the loss of his race. A man who had not a name, but a title. A man called the Doctor. My mother, she did Gallifreyan prophecies, Doctor. It's you!" she said, throwing her arms around him, before doubling over in pain.

"Not-long-now," she said, weakly.

"It's ok, I should know. Done it ten times now. It hurts to say goodbye to your old self, but I promise you, it will be ok. I'm going to go back now. You stand up, feel the energy. I'll still be here when you're new," he promised.

"See you on the other side," replied Maryssa, before throwing her head back. Gold came from her hands and face, and the Doctor watched what his countless companions had watched before.

Regeneration.