I don't own Doctor Who. No matter how much I want to. WARNING: I HAVE NO ABILITY TO SPELL. AT ALL. SO PLEASE CORRECT MY HIDEOUS SPELLING AND GRAMMAR.
Chapter 2
The Doctors POV
Rassillon stares us down. I forgot how unpleasant this man could be. He raises his eyebrows at us.
"Lord Doctor, Lord Master, child. What brings you here? You were not to return without a good reason." He says. Did he not get that I really have a reason. My TARDIS is programmed not to be able to come unless given proof of a reason. My head throbs and it looks like the Master's does too. I massage my temples and grit my teeth. Damn Gallifraian telepathy. It comes in useful but after you've spent years away you become used to a quiet mind; not 50 billion Time Lords chatting away in your brain. Rassillon rolls his eyes at us as if to say," baby." The Master seems to have it worse; he's leaning against the TARDIS, massaging his whole forehead. I hear him muttering," ow. Ow ow ow. Ah. Pain."
"Apologies for butting in on you like this, but I have a bit of a situation." I say. Trying to restore my wounded pride. And failing miserably.
I think I'm in the past. As in my time there is no Galifray. Maybe not tell them that.
"I think I have something that belongs to you. Well, someone." I move the child forward. She doesn't continue to walk so her heels just grind into the marble floor, invoking a loud squeak. She turns her head to the Master, who signals her to walk. She bows her head and walks forward. Rassillon puts his fingers to her temples. She doesn't scan his mind, she seems to recognise that Rassillon is not to be messed around with. She looks like she's wincing and shuddering, he appears to be hurting her. I would stop him, but at that same moment the Master collapses, groaning. I figure Rassillon would be finished soon so I pick up my former friend and lean him on my shoulder. I think he's passed out. It must be the constant 'drumming' that he here's. Combined with having to deal with the telepathic link. Effectively rendering him unconscious. The thing is; he would have been to Gallifrey more often. After all he needed supplies for Rassillon's child and he wasn't banned. So why is he lying on my shoulder unconscious and not the other way around. The 'drumming' can't be that bad. Hmmm…
"An excellent question. Why is he passed out when he's so used to bring back home? He's been spotted around the streets of Arcadia monthly." Rassillon says as he walks down towards me.
"How much of that did you hear?" Please say very little. Please, please, please. He would of figured out that the girl was his, but still, my amazing powers of deduction are for no one. Just a hobby. For when I get bored. Wait. Why am I explaining my reasons for asking a question to myself? Oh yes! Because Rassillon can hear every word I think. And now I can't curse in a different language because Time Lords can speak every language. Now I've kind of floated away from the subject of mental discussion. Well done Doctor(!)
"Most of it actually. But, even if she is mine, I don't want her. Even if she's pure Time Lord, to us she is still an infant. You know that only one heart beats. So she is not classed as one of us. Not yet. The Master's tampering could of killed her and I thank you for stopping this crime. He will be punished accordingly. You must stay on Gallifrey while she grows though. You will be her father. Your son and human wife must stay on Earth. You may go down and collect any belongings you may have. Regular visits to Earth will be permitted. Oh and Doctor, that is an order."
So taking time to let that sink in. Was I just forced into adopting a child? Processing…. Yeah. Yes I was. So what am I meant to do? I met this child no more than a half hour ago and now I'm her guardian. Heck, she doesn't even have a name. Poor girl. Her own father doesn't even want her. An order is an order. Part of me wants to keep the girl and yet the other wants to pretend it was all a dream and raise Tobias. Well what if I do my duty and then pop back in time too 10 minutes after I left. Continue on like normal. Only on Earth there will only be me. The Master isn't my friend anymore and spends his time planet hopping so his presence will be vague. So after spending a long period of time over here I will adapt. But on Earth it will be weird having just silence. I guess I must do as I'm told however I don't have to like it. I'll also have to give her a name. Before she chooses one herself. No choice. She too old to go to the Academy. I guess I'll just have to train her myself. And deal with her withering in pain for two weeks. The Master is picked up off my shoulder by someone. I take the girl from Rassillon and nod my head slightly. We'll just live in the TARDIS. I view it as my home. Or at least a piece of home. I'll park it a few minutes out from the high-city. On a hill of something. There's bound to be hills. Oh, it's been too long. If there aren't any hills, I'll park on a mountain.
Once I find a hill. Which surprisingly enough I did. I give the girl some food. Unfortunately the Master rarely gave her food, when he did apparently it was only soup. So I had to tell her how to eat roast beef. She caught on quite quickly. I leave the TARDIS for sometime, needing to think. I won't go visit Rose. She'll try to get me to leave the girl here. So I'll just appear 5 minutes after I left, and no one will be any the wiser. Second order of business: naming her. Her name will have to be at least remotely Gallifrayen sounding. Asheyia? Aleisha? Taeogarri? No wait that's a boys name. I think I like Asheyia more. Asheyia she is then. I walk back in to find that she is not in the console room. Then she must have gone to her own.
I walk down 5 corridors to find the room I'm looking for. I open the door just a crack and her sing. But it's the Masters favourite. I never expected to hear the full version, I didn't particularly want to. But there she is, singing the most ridiculous Earth song ever herd by Time Lord ears.
It's not easy having yourself a good time,
Greasing up those bets and betters,
Watching out they don't four letters
Fucking kiss you both at the same time,
Smells-like something I've forgotten,
Curled up died and now it's rotten
I'm not a gangster tonight,
Don't want to be a bad guy,
I'm just a loner baby,
And now you've gotten in my way
I can't decide whether you should live or die,
Oh you'll probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry,
No wonder why,
My heart is dead inside,
Cold and hard and petrified,
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride
It's a bitch convincing people to like you,
If I stop now call me a quitter,
If cats were lies you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you,
Dancing jigs until I'm cripple,
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
I've got to hand it to you,
You've played by all the same rules,
It takes the truth to fool me,
And now you've made me angry
I can't decide whether you should live or die,
Oh you'll probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry,
No wonder why,
My heart is dead inside,
Cold and hard and petrified,
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride
Oh I could throw you in the lake,
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake,
I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when your gone,
Oh I could bury you alive,
But you might crawl out with a knife,
And kill me when I'm sleeping,
That's why,
I can't decide whether you should live or die,
Oh you'd probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry,
No wonder why,
My heart is dead inside,
Cold and hard and petrified,
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride.
I knock on the door and come in.
"Hi, I've come up for a name for you. How do you like Asheyia?"
She thinks about this for a second before nodding." Very much, sir. Thank you for the food."
I smile," your welcome. My names the Doctor not sir."
She nods again before wincing as if in pain," well, Doctor. I think there's something wrong with me. I am in a lot of PAIN! Ahhhhh!"
I take her too the medical room. Even though there's nothing I can do for her.
I Can't Decide belongs to the Scissor Sisters, not me.
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