Hello guys ! Yeah I know, I said Saturdays and Sundays but I wanted to post this chapter with the first one for no reason at all (Best Argument Ever). About this chapter, I just wanted to precise that Jason isn't a OC but a real character from the series. I will explain this at the end of the next chapter (I'm warning you, if you read the explanation before reading this chapter, you'll regret it. Spoilers ;-) (Nah, River isn't in this chapter, sorry guys.))

Anyway, let's get to the interesting part, this chapter !

Enjoy ^^

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who or its characters but if you want, we could share custody. ...No ? Oh come on mate...

The Legend Of The Hybrid

Chapter 2 : Poor Jason

She stared at the girl named Bill. Was she coming ? She knew the Doctor had been searching for her, since the diner. She didn't know if she were feeling happy about this or depressed. It wasn't her he was looking for but his memories. She couldn't blame him, they had pressed the neural block together but it had been a bad decision.

However, she had promised herself not to see him again. But now, facing Bill who was asking her to come, could she really keep it ? Moreover, she had to admit she was worried about this new regeneration. A new Doctor ? Was she really ready for this ? She couldn't help but to think about him again. Chin-boy.

At the time, she couldn't have said she hadn't been aware of the process. She had seen them all. In the Time Stream.

To know is a thing, to experience it is another. Her mind had tried to protect her, thinking it couldn't happen. It had seemed impossible. But it had happened. And it had hurt her deep inside, she could still feel it sometimes.

She had been attached to this Doctor in bow tie, Chin-boy, the only person calling her "The Impossible Girl". He was funny, passionate (not that the current Doctor wasn't, far from it even) and mainly clumsy. He had his qualities but also his flaws giving him a certain charm.

She had fallen in love with that man.

Then came the new Doctor. He had been cold, he had been harsh, he had been so different. Missing her Doctor, she had nearly left him. She had thought he couldn't be the same man, that he couldn't be caring any-more.

She had been so wrong.

He had needed time to accommodate, to discover what kind of man he was. He had been mostly lost. "Please, just...just see me". He had needed her, that had been why she had stayed. She could say it for sure now. He was funny (in his own way of course), he was passionate and he was clumsy. The slight difference being he was clumsy with his feelings.

All of these because he had tried to improve, he had wanted to be a better man (which he was now), he had wanted to understand her.

And that was enough.

He had been there when she had lost Danny, he had been to Hell to bring him back, despite his hatred towards him, he had suffered for four and a half billion years to be able to save her and had succeeded by breaking the rules of his own people. How could she not love him after these ?

They had worked so hard to become who they were, they couldn't be separated by another regeneration. This new new Doctor wouldn't be interested by their bound any-more. It reassured her to know he was trying to remember, to find her. It meant that all wasn't lost.

"Did you say "you thought" he was about to regenerate ?" If there were a chance, she couldn't miss it.

"Well yes, I didn't see him regenerate. I'm not even sure he is still alive" A doubt. That was enough.

"Me, Bill, Heather, get into the TARDIS."

"You really can't be serious Clara." said Me, shocked.

"Where to ? No one knows where he is." asked Bill, a bit confused. Clara's voice didn't waver, she wasn't scared, she was determined.

"Where there's trouble. He is the Doctor after all."

"So, where do we start ?" asked Heather, being eager to go on an adventure. Clara thought about it for a second, her hand on her chin.

"To be honest, I don't really know. He could be anywhere in time and space. Where do you want to start ?"

They peered at each other, then shared their ideas, a smile always remaining on their lips. After a long debate, they decided to check big fixed points in time, in particular, a revolution. The Doctor couldn't resist a big war.

In the end, they chose to go to the 18th century, in 1789. A big revolution was been prepared at the time, a good place to start. They started the engines of the TARDIS and waited silently, praying for the Doctor to be there.

They stepped on the first steps of the Bastille. It was so confusing, what was happening ? In the distance was a huge crowd, separated in two distinct armies. They were fighting each other, with, in the middle, a man cladded in immaculate white clothes. Perhaps the Bastille wasn't the best place to be on the 14th of July.

Me, seeing their confusion, tried to clear the situation.

"Are you really going to tell me you don't know the story behind the storming of the Bastille ? La prise de la Bastille ?" They all shook their head, lost.

It was surprising to discover that Me had a perfect French accent. Clara wasn't even aware of this.

When you thought about it, it was logical. She had been on Earth for centuries, she had told her she had lived in France for some time, leaving for an unknown reason. She had never told why to Clara. But her perfect accent proved one thing, it hadn't only been a little trip to France.

Me started her explanation, ignoring the mess around her.

"At this era, France was a monarchy with at its centre, the king Louis XVI. The point of this revolution is to overthrow this government. The man over there is the Governor de Launay, "the bad guy" if you prefer. He was decapitated during the surrender. On this side, you can see the royalists, fighting to protect the King's government, and on this side, the revolutionaries."

During her little story, they had had to dodge a couple of soldiers, aiming their spears at de Launay. French people could be so rude sometimes... To sum up, they were where they wanted, however, they didn't know where to start.

He could be anywhere, insulting the King, trying to stop the fight, running away from some soldiers...How do you want to find a man like him ?

Bill gave her a reassuring look. She didn't know her well but she could say she was a nice person. No wonder the Doctor had chosen her. She smiled at her, wanting to return the favour. They started to walk away from the TARDIS (this fear of her leaving them here being still present) when Me spoke out her doubts.

"Say, are you sure it is safe to leave the TARDIS here ? I know usually we do, but we're in Paris in 1789 with a British police blue box. Talk about obvious."

Me wasn't completely wrong but how many times had she left the TARDIS with the Doctor in the middle of nowhere with no one noticing ? Strangely, it was Bill who answered.

"Don't worry about it, it will be fine. One time, with the Doctor, we left her in 1814 during the Last Great Frost Fair in the middle of the street. I can still clearly hear him say "Your species hardly notices anything". So, I think we're good."

Funny thing was, she could also remember him saying something like this. He hadn't changed, that was for sure. She added to Bill's statement :

"Moreover, if we leave her here, what do you think the Doctor will do if he sees her ? Another TARDIS than his, in 1789 ? He will seek the owners. So, us."

Time was still passing and a revolution wasn't the best place to talk. As if to attest what she was thinking, someone jostled her, sending her to the floor.

She got up, ready to shout at a random French guy in English until she heard :

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright ?"

A French man talking English wasn't a big deal (Well, maybe in current France), the TARDIS was translating everything after all. However, with a French accent ?

She had talked, some years ago, to Russian soldiers on a submarine and they hadn't had any accents at all. So, why would a French man be speaking English in France ?

"I'm alright, thanks. I'm rather surprised to hear you speaking English though."

"Well, I heard you speaking English and you're not the only English people around here today. I'm Jason, nice to meet you." He offered her his hand to shake. She shook it.

"I'm Clara Oswald. This is Bill, Heather and the last one is Ashildr."

"Nice to meet..." Me interrupted him. The fight was getting more violent, now wasn't the time to do presentations.

"So now that you know who we are, who is this English man you were talking about ?" Me had never been very patient.

"Straight to the point, eh ? The person I'm talking about is called the Doctor. He helped me to escape from... the guillotine." He felt sheepish, Clara could feel it. Me didn't see it or didn't care, she ignored it.

"So, you know the Doctor ? That was easy." finished Bill. Did anybody care about this poor man ?

"Could you tell us where he is ? We know him." She gave up. Poor Jason. On this last sentence, Me had been a bit rude, but efficient.

"Well... I think he ran in this direc..."

"Thank you. Have a good day." She looked around her.

"Well, as good as it can be" she added.

And she left. Jason stared at her, discombobulated. He would never understand Me, he would never comprehend why they were looking for the Doctor and last but not least, he would never know why British people were invading France all of the sudden. Poor guy.

Tell me what you think about this chapter, and let's have a minute of silence for this poor Jason who was as lost as me when I was writing this chapter. Where the hell did that idea with the storming of the Bastille come from ? *shrugs*

See ya later guys, have a good day or night !

Salut les gens !

Spirit Of Dark Wolf