Hey everybody! I'll make this quick… As I've said I'm working on A LOT of writing right now, including some Sherlock fanfiction, some sequels to this Doctor Who story (Featuring the 11th Doctor and Casadie!), as well as some of my personal writing. Sorry about the depressing nature of these chapters, but I'm having trouble getting Casadie out of her funk. Hopefully she'll be over it in a couple more heart-felt chapters and they duo can get on being fantastic Once again, that's for your reviews and I WILL in fact start mentioning people's reviews and I WILL answer your questions, so keep them coming!

-E.H.

"Nanoi'Envae'Dosh!" Casadie shouted, slamming her fist into the wall of the TARDIS corridor. "Cri'Eali Rhy'Laut!" She continued, scraping her nails against a control panel hoping the buttons would come off to spite her brother. They didn't move except to make an overhead light at the far end of the hall flicker pitifully. She had run out of insults and simply screamed now, shouting and furiously shrieking at her own insignificance. Deep down she knew that no amount of cusses or death wishes would bring her planet, or her family back, but she had to do something or she would explode.

She was a hunting dog without a fox to chase. At least in the Time War she could take her anger out on someone…a Dalek perhaps. She almost wished that one of the metal atrocities would appear in the corridor with her so that she could kill it with her bare hands. She would, too. And she would relish the look of horror on its face, well, its eye anyway. She was so dispirit for a victim.

And her brother? He would watch and see what he did to her. Casadie was fully aware of her bloodlust, her hatred, and her disgust toward her own flesh and blood, but she had grown up in war, killing, loneliness, rejection, and, worst of all, helplessness.

She had followed her brother, oh yes… She had followed him when he went to do his evil deed on their home world. She had followed him to see what he was planning. If only she could go back in time and tell herself what he was going to do… So what if the Time Lords were a little more warmongering? At least they would be alive! There were good people on that planet. She had friends and family there. Good people, friends and family that she watched die. No, not die, live to suffer a fate worse than death. For a long time Casadie had thought that wasn't possible, but then she suffered it herself. 200 years she had wandered, isolated, through an empty cosmos, unable to die, but unable to bear her own existence. She knew he was out there somewhere, traveling, socializing, forgetting.

Casadie turned a corner in the corridors of the TARDIS and caught a glimpse of her brother's brown suit as he disappeared abruptly into a room to her left. The coward. He couldn't even face his own sister, let alone his past. As she passed the door he had entered she could feel his presence inside. She was a young female Gallifreyan with a knack for the telepathic. She was sure her brother could sense her on the other side of the door, but she didn't care. She looked to the right and was surprised to see a door there. She was sure it hadn't been there before. She stared at it. It was a large door made of wood, like the kind you would find in a castle on Earth. There was a large ornate knocker made right in the middle. Curious and quite desperate for a distraction, she tried to pull it open but it wouldn't budge. She frowned and tried again. Nothing.

Without warning a series of Gallifreyan characters appeared across the surface of the knocker like they were being forged into molten metal. Though an extremely complex language, it could be roughly translated as, the smell of old books, the sound of a scribe's hand, the student's fulfillment.

A psychic door? Casadie hadn't seen one of those in years. Concentrating on the words she began to imagine the particular scent of her father's old books. Obviously almost no information was still held in book on Gallifrey, but her father was an avid collector of them. She had study at the Time Lord academy on Gallifrey as well, so the sound of a pen across paper was no stranger to her either. The quiet scrape of the tip over fibrous pages was enough to bring back memories of a time before the war, before the Doctor left her. With her satisfaction of earning the right to fly a TARDIS, the door's lock clicked open. Casadie realized she had been crying. Throwing a nervous glance over her shoulder to be sure her brother didn't see her, she darted inside the room.

It was the most amazing thing she had yet seen in a TARDIS, which was quite an extensive list. It was a library, mostly… The walls were at least forty feet high on all sides and the room itself was as large as a gymnasium. Every square inch of the walls was filled with books. Big books, small books, hard cover, paperback, electronic, there must have been over a million! Casadie spun in place, taking it all in.

What made this room special however was the swimming pool. It really didn't look like a swimming pool, it was more like an oasis, like someone had picked it up out of the desert and plopped it in a red-carpeted library, sand and all. It was about 20 feet squared, perfectly circular and emitting a soft blue glow that cast shimmering light on the surrounding walls. About five feet around the outside of the pool white sand seamlessly replaced the carpet and sand below the blue water.

Casadie slowly approached the oasis, not daring to make a sound in the silence of the library. She reached the sand and kicked off her shoes, letting the fine sand sift between her toes. She continued to walk until she stopped at the water's edge. She sat down and let her feet dip into the water. It was pleasantly warm and she closed her eyes. For the first time in four days she allowed her muscles relax. It was like carrying around a heavy backpack for several days before finally taking it off. She felt weightless.

Letting some sand fall through her fingers, she thought about where she stood. Looking back at the past she realized wasn't doing her any good. If anything it was greatening her suffering. She was a Time Lord, and as such had a significant number of years ahead of her and it would be best if she didn't spend them angry at everything. This was a new start, and she would make the best of it. Well, she would make the best of a world without her family or friends…or a home for that matter; or a goal…or a foreseeable future. How did he do it, her brother? How did he cope with this…this feeling? This feeling like the whole universe was so empty? She even had another Time Lord to travel with, but her brother had no one! Maybe the odd human, but an organism that low on the evolutionary ladder was simply too young to fully understand him.

A spasmodic sob escaped Casadie's lips. She would never see Gallifrey again. She would never see it's forests, it's seas, it's beautiful red grass again. She would never hold a conversation with more than one person in her native language ever again. She would never read a Gallifreyan book again, or hear a Gallifreyan song that she didn't sing herself, and she didn't think her brother would take kindly to that on his TARDIS. Then something really hit her. She would never marry. She was the last female Gallifreyan, and her brother was the last man, but he was her brother. She would never fall in love.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Casadie curled into a ball and cried. She cried for a long time. Face it. Time was the one thing she had enough of.