B/N- Hello everyone, I'm sorry about the wait with this chapter. I was in a car accident earlier this week and it has not been fun times. General PSA: Please make sure your car has airbags, mine did not and therefore my face went through my steering wheel , 2/10 - Would not recommend.
That aside, I'm sorry if this chapter is not up to standard. It does get a bit more ... wibbly-wobbly... timey-whimey than I wanted. Feel free to review and tell me what you think :)
Vastra took away her hands stunned.
"Jenny." There was a long pause before Vastra could make sense of what she was seeing. She attempted again at some coherent communication.
"Jenny, where did you get that?"
It was unbelievable in Vastra's mind that such a thing would still exist. Before her stood, placed elegantly in a thin metal frame work mannequin, was something that resembled those of the robes of a warrior leader.
"Well," Jenny started sheepishly, unsure if Vastra was upset or just speechless.
"Do you remember when The Doctor was last 'ere? 'E had to drop off Strax?"
Vastra was still silent, analysing the clothing from afar. Jenny continued.
"Well I 'ad a chat to him, meant nothin' by it really but mentioned that I was thinking of something to get you… Well, while you were out doin' something for Scotland Yard he came back and dropped off this." Jenny pointed to the garments.
"He said he found it back… or was it forward in time? Anyway, he didn't say when or really where for that matter you know 'ow he is, but that someone was trying to pawn it off in a marketplace. So 'e took it off their hands. He said as he was leaving "fits her personality" and 'ere we are now."
Vastra had moved forward, now feeling the fabric. Her long fingers felt the soft deep red fabric of the waist-long robe. On the shoulders there was embroidered patch on either side with markings of military insignia. The darker red matching belt fastened loosely around the back, joining it together. Beneath the robe was hanging a long chest piece of strong Silurian-made metal armor. They were interconnected with arm pieces and gloves. Below that was leg armor with a chainmail sort of appearance and combat-styled boots.
"I figured it'd mean a lot to you, ya know? You don't 'ave a lot of possessions from your kind. I… I mean that in a nice way. It wasn't your fault most of it was all taken away from you." Jenny was still talking; she was unsure whether she was making it better or worse. Vastra hadn't spoken in what seemed like forever.
"Well, what do you think Ma'am?"
Vastra stepped back and took a deep breath. "Thank you my dear, I appreciate it very much. I must say that it does not appear to be from my specific time. Our armor was quite a bit different to this one. However it is definitely Silurian made."
She drifted her hands down the robe once more before turning to face Jenny.
"You are right though, I don't have a lot of possessions from my species and I must say that what you gave me does hold a lot of sentimental value." Vastra reached out her hand towards Jenny. "Would you like to know what exactly this is?"
Jenny was indeed curious. Vastra's history was never really talked about. She knew that Vastra had lost a lot of her species, including her sisters when she was awoken. Jenny wondered whether it was painful for Vastra to talk about her history or whether she just didn't want to think that she was boring her.
Jenny took a large step and grabbed Vastra's hand.
"I'd love to Ma'am."
They sat together around a small coffee table in the green house. The sunlight significantly warmed the room and it was here that the plants flourished. It was one of Vastra's favourite places to relax. The cold had horrible effects on Vastra if she were out too long without protection. Jenny had often wondered why she even lived in London sometimes.
Vastra had made them a pot of tea; the strong sweet smell filled the air and mingled with the warm atmosphere around them.
Vastra cleared her throat.
"A very long time ago, long before your time, Silurians were the inhabitors of the Earth. We were a relatively peaceful race and we were always ruled by the Triad." Vastra took a sip of tea.
"So you remember then? You remember what it was like?" Jenny took the chance to delve deeper into Vastra's past.
"Only very vaguely, I was younger when hibernation was initialized so there is not much that I do remember. However, the Triad were the three most important people of our time. They were our ruling authority. There was an Elder, thought to be one of the wisest of the Silurians and often the oldest. Below the Elder there was usually, but not always, a Scientist and finally the Leader of the Warrior Class or to put it simply a Commander."
Jenny sat silent but intrigued waiting for Vastra to continue.
"Your gift looks like it is the clothing of the Commander, the leader of the Silurian army. I never thought I'd see such articles in existence."
Jenny let out a laugh. "I see what he means now, suits your personality indeed Ma'am."
Vastra too let out a chuckle. "Ah yes, though I'd never consider myself to be that high up Jenny dear. However, as I said earlier our armor was a tad different to that. The metal is quite similar if not the same to what we had but the robes have much more detail and much brighter than what I can remember."
Jenny was content; making Vastra happy wasn't always an easy task. "I'm glad you like it Ma'am."
"My only regret is that I don't have anything for you."
There was a brief silence.
"I love you, Jenny."
Jenny smiled; those four words mean a lot and are not said often.
"That's all I need."
The moment was perfect until it was interrupted by an urgent banging on the door.
