Lady A: Hello everyone and welcome back to Legacy Saga: Genesis! Sorry for the long wait but I was trying to get through Chapter 3: The Orb of Life, but I only got half way through and decided to type up Chapter 2. Also apologies to those of you waiting on my other stories. I have recently gotten a temporary job and well it interferes with my muse quite a bit. One last thing: Thanks to all those who faved, followed and reviewed. Much love to you all!

Brief Recap: Artimes met the Doctor, learned quite a few spoilers, and went on an adventure. The Doctor, Clara and Artz managed to save the day and the Doctor learned about his Artz's first jump. They defeated the parasitic sun, but Artimes asked a very good question which drove them into action yet again.

Looking Forward: Artimes must face the very hard reality that she can never return home. She would never see her mother, grandmother, elder brother, or her best friend ever again. During her breakdown, she is transported to the Doctor's very first self before the events of Series One had even occurred. She soon discovers that not only has she lost her world, but something else as well. The loss of everything she held dear nearly breaks her, but the Doctor's granddaughter, Susan, reminds Artimes of something she had forgotten. This something is what drives her to put aside her past and try to build herself a new and happy future.

The Doctor is a disbelieving prat and so she and the Timelord fight a lot. They are constantly bickering or arguing about everything. Finally, Artz decides to manipulate the Doctor into setting into motion the events of the Series One Episode One: An Unearthly Child. The Doctor falls prey to Artz's devious plan and is confronted by Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright, Susan's teachers from school. After a great deal of conversation, Artz and the Doctor take the teachers on their first adventure through time and space. Unfortunately, things don't end well for Artimes and the Doctor realizes just how wrong he had been about the mysterious blonde that had suddenly appeared in his life.

Okay so that was a very long preview, but in my defense, this chapter is forty pages long in its hand written draft so just button it! On with the show!


Chapter Two: The Unearthly Child


The Doctor, Artimes and Clara returned to the Tardis and the girls watched him as he flew about the controls. Within three minutes, he had successfully created an artificial sun for the Akhaten system. The brunette remained behind in the Tardis while Artimes and the Doctor returned the moped to its original owner. Dor'een yapped happily and as her thanks for saving them, she returned Clara's ring to the time travelers.

On their way back to their blue box, the blonde noticed a shift in the Timelord's mood. He seemed almost…sad? No, it was stronger than that, maybe forlorn? They reentered the Tardis and he put on a smiling face. He then took Clara home and returned the ring to the brunette, all the while his eyes still holding that barely concealed forlorn expression. After Clara was gone, the Doctor launched into his explanation of the whole jumping through space and time thing.

Apparently, she jumped to random points along his timeline and that her timeline was intricately weaved with his own like she had always been there. He gave her a bag that was bigger on the inside and was filled with all sorts of useful items: a sonic screwdriver, psychic paper, a vortex manipulator, two alpha meson pistols which he advised her to never use, a large assortment of clothes, cooking and camping gear, several kinds of currency, and a whole boatload of other useful electronics and supplies.

The whole time he had been explaining all of that, there had been a sense of urgency and desperation in both his actions and his voice. The forlorn expression in his eyes had deepened tenfold and she knew something was truly bothering him. Whatever it was, it caused a great emotional upheaval within the Timelord and she had no idea what it was. She had a theory that it had something to do with her. He kept glancing at her every few seconds like he was checking that she was still there and he was extremely hesitant like he should say something but just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Oh for God's sake, Theta, what's wrong?!" Artimes demanded more than a little fed up.

He swallowed hard and refused to look at her, his hands fiddling with the controls in front of him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked his tone so low she barely heard him.

"I feel fine. Why?" She countered slightly confused by his inquiry.

He moved slightly to the left and just continued flipping switches and pressing buttons, trying to look at anything but her. She walked over to him and placed her right hand over his, stilling his movements and making him glance up at her slightly.

"Tell me what's wrong because you have this look on your face that says there is something I need to know but that you don't want to tell me in fear of how I will react." She continued rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand in a soothing manner.

He flipped his hand over and intertwined his fingers with hers. He stared at their joined hands for a moment before finally replying.

"You haven't thought about it, have you?" He asked quietly, his eyes not leaving their joined hands.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what he was talking about.

"About what?" She asked trying to actively remember something she must have forgotten, but was coming up with nothing.

The Doctor squeezed her hand before releasing it to place his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. She looked into those ancient and sad green eyes, trying to understand what he was trying to convey to her.

"Your home, Artz. Your family, your friend, your world." He answered closing his eyes and leaning his head against hers, "Think, Artz. Think about what it means to be with me, here in the Tardis. Think about what you've lost by being here."

"Lost?" She echoed still confused.

What had she lost? She had the Doctor, the Tardis, and a chance to meet all of the regenerations of the Doctor and all of his companions, but what could she have lost? The Doctor's voice echoed through her mind, beating on the inside of her skull. She was going to have friends galore and a family all her own and her home was the Tardis. Her world was Earth…her head hurt. She stiffened slightly as the Doctor's voice inside her mind quieted and brought forth a memory.

'Come on, Sis. I need you to be at the wedding. You're the only one in the family who actually cares about me. You're going to be there whether you want to be or not. I'll make certain to have some of your favorite foods at the reception to make it up to you.' Her brother's voice echoed through her thoughts.

Oh God, her brother's wedding was in two months and she wasn't even in the same reality! She could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, but her mind was not yet through reminding her of what she truly had lost.

'Now don't stay out stargazing all night. You'll catch a cold then get me sick. I can't afford to miss work so you better come in at a decent hour, young lady.' Her mother's voice chided playfully.

Her mother always scolded her every time she had fallen asleep in the backyard while stargazing. She would never hear her mom tell her off for the last time she fell asleep outside because she had woken up in the Tardis. The dense walls around the blonde's emotions were beginning to crumble at an alarming rate. She prided herself on being able to keep her emotions in check, but her mind was not stopping long enough to allow her time to regain control of herself.

'I'll come over every Tuesday and we can work on it and hopefully get it done by Christmas. Sound like a plan, girlfriend?' Her grandmother's voice drifted across her mind.

She and her grandmother were working on a homemade belt as Artimes's Christmas gift to her mother. They had only just gathered all the materials and were going to start putting it together next week. How was she going to do that when her timeline was weaved with the Doctor's? Her vision blurred as her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

'Hey, don't forget that we have karaoke this weekend. I know how you get, Artimes, with your reading, writing, researching and stargazing. You need to get away from your house every once in a while for a breather. Now, you cancelled last time because you were too tired after helping your grandmother clean last weekend, but this weekend is ours and you are as free as a bird, so do not forget, okay?' Scott's voice said sternly but jokingly chastising her in her mind.

Tears rolled down her face as she shattered, unable to hide her grief. It was gone…it was all gone. The Doctor pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort her, but all she felt was pain. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, and she could barely feel the Doctor at all. Her mind was focused on the profound revelation that just rocketed through her being.

Her brother, her parents, her grandmother, her best friend, her home, her world, her reality; everything that she knew was completely gone and there was no way back. She knew that parallel realities were sealed off and if even they weren't, the likelihood of her finding the correct alternate reality that was her home was statistically impossible. She was vaguely aware that the Doctor was speaking very quickly in her left ear and then there was some sort of singing.

Everything went silver and the sensation of the Doctor's arms being around her vanished in an instant. The last anchor she had to regain emotional control was gone and she began to crack. The silver light faded and she found herself on the floor in a different Tardis, a leg spread out on either side and her bottom firmly planted on the floor.

"Who are you? How did you get on board? Answer me, woman!" An older voice demanded his tone filled with superiority and anger.

She raised her head slowly, tears still streaming down her face, and saw the very first Doctor standing in front of her. His eyes were blazing with curiosity and anger, but when their eyes met, his softened marginally. She opened her mouth to speak but she was still in the middle of an emotional meltdown and she started sobbing uncontrollably. She covered her face with her hands and she cried, her body bending so that her forehead touched the floor.

"Grandfather, what have you done to her?" A girl's voice asked.

"I have done nothing, child. She was already in this state when she arrived in a flash of silver light." The Doctor answered slightly perturbed by how the girl took the blonde's side almost instantly.

Artimes felt herself shift off of the floor and brought into the arms of a dark haired girl. The girl clung to the blonde's shaking and trembling form, trying to offer her comfort. Artimes tried to calm down but it was useless. She was beyond her emotional limits and all she could do was cry out her sorrow and loss. The longer she cried, the clearer her head became and she realized the identity of the teenage girl that was holding her. It was Theta's granddaughter, Susan, meaning she had jumped from the Eleventh Doctor to the First Doctor. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if her meltdown caused her to jump. After several hours, the blonde woman cried herself to sleep, completely drained of all her energy.


When Artimes awoke, she found herself in a well furnished bedroom. The furniture was a beautiful redwood with silver leaves engraved in the edges. The walls were a gorgeous burnt amber color while the carpets were a reddish brown color. The bed itself acted as a contrast to the rest of the room. It had white sheets and a Tardis blue comforter. She sat up slowly as Susan entered the room.

"Hello Susan." The blonde said her tone slightly hollow and a little hoarse from crying so much.

The dark haired girl looked at her in confusion, trying to understand how she knew her name. She sat down on the bed and stared at the blonde with curious but sad eyes.

"How do you know my name? We've never met before." She asked curiously.

Artimes let out a humorless chuckle, her dull eyes barely focused on the dark haired girl on front of her. She found it ironic that she had just come from a Doctor that had always known her, but she had never met him and now she was with a Doctor that had never met her but she had met him. Time travel was so bothersome at times.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The blonde answered more than a little hesitant to just spill the beans about herself.

She frowned slightly as Eleven's voice echoed through her mind. It was obviously something he had said shortly before she jumped but she didn't hear him; however her brain still registered it in her memory.

'Trust Susan with your story. She is your ally and your friend.' Eleven's voice echoed through her thoughts.

"Why don't you tell me and see what happens?" The girl replied interrupting the blonde's thoughts.

Artimes sighed heavily and slowly began her story. She explained how she was a human from another reality, about her home and her world, a vague synopsis of her time with Eleven to prove that she possessed great knowledge of him, his people, and the sentient time ship, and she even told Susan about the show, about how certain points in the Doctor's timeline were episodes in the series called Doctor Who.

By the time she got through it all, she was crying again. Susan tried to comfort her, but there was nothing the dark haired girl could say, or do for that matter, that could alleviate even a fraction of the woman's grief. She decided that now was the time to show the gift the time ship had created for the blonde woman. Susan placed a photo album in Artimes's lap.

"The ship made it for you." Susan explained opening it to the first page.

Artimes's heart clenched painfully, the pain ricocheting across her chest at the pictures in the album. The Tardis had extracted some of her memories, the happy moments from her previous life, as a way for her to always remember. She flipped through the album, telling Susan about certain people or moments. All the while, her tears never stopped.

They finally got to the end of the book and Susan noticed how exhausted Artimes appeared to be. Her eye lids were drooping and she seemed a little pale. The dark haired girl convinced the tired blonde to get some more rest. Artimes smiled weakly, her dull eyes brightening for a split second before she laid down and closed her eyes. She was asleep almost instantly, but even in her sleep, the tears kept flowing.


Susan walked through one of the many corridors of the sentient time ship, the photo album clutched tightly to her chest. Her eyes were glistening with tears, remembering her time with the distraught blonde. Artimes had been so forthcoming and very honest, but she doubted her grandfather would believe the woman's fantastical tale. How could it not be true? The blonde was not faking such heart wrenching sorrow and the loss in her forest green eyes made Susan want to hold her forever and will the pain away.

The dark haired teenager entered the control room. Her grandfather was examining the controls, a distant look in his eyes. He had been that way since he had looked into Artimes's eyes. Something inside him had broken, just like it had with her. The way the blonde had looked at them…there were simply no words to adequately describe the depth of what they saw. There had been pain, sorrow, and loss, but there was so much of it that it could not be measured.

Her grandfather's hands gripped the console as he fought to regain control of himself. Susan kept quiet while he pulled himself together. He would never reveal to anyone just how much the blonde's eyes had affected him. The Doctor finally noticed his granddaughter's presence and straightened up.

"Have you discovered the intruder's identity and purpose?" He demanded his expression hardening to stone.

Susan repeated what Artimes had told her; her species, her means of coming on board, her world, and the television show.

"That's impossible! The ship has scanned her and she is far from human! She must have been sent by the Council, to lure us into a trap and be rid of us for good." He stated firmly.

"She honestly believes that she is human and I think she used to be, but doesn't know that she's changed. Your future self didn't tell her!" Susan countered upset by his blatant disbelief.

The Doctor scoffed at her statement, pinning her with an anger filled gaze.

"You expect me to believe that, given her knowledge of our kind, she does not know what she is. Moreover, her so called 'human' memories could have been fabricated to make us more susceptible to her plight. This woman is dangerous, Susan. She believes in the delusion that everything around her is nothing more than a fantasy. This show of hers is simply a medium for her temporal perception. She cannot be trusted, Susan." The Timelord stated firmly.

Susan's face morphed into one of anger and a slight amount of disgust and she shoved the photo album into his hands roughly.

"Perhaps you should actually talk to her, Grandfather, instead of drawing conclusions from a distance. You might actually discover that she is telling the truth." The girl snapped before turning on her heel and storming out of the control room.

The Doctor sighed heavily, his gaze redirecting to the album in his hands. He hadn't meant to upset his granddaughter, but it was just so hard to believe such an impossible tale. He opened the album and flipped slowly through the pages. He noted how her hair did not contain the silver streaks, but he also saw how happy she was in each photo.

He remembered the typhoon of emotions that had swirled and stormed in her eyes when she first arrived. His hearts clenched painfully. Those eyes were going to haunt him for the rest of his very long life. To be so utterly devastated was something that could not be faked, by any means of the imagination, but perhaps the truth was too much for her to handle so she created this illusion to somehow protect her from the abyss that wanted to rip her apart from the inside out.

He slammed the album shut, his mind and hearts in a constant state of conflict, and he made his way to her room. Upon entering, he set the album down on the side table next to her bed. Her room sported an almost Gallifreyan color scheme, supporting his theory of her true origin, but the tears she cried in her sleep nearly robbed him of his resolve. He hated to admit it but he actually cared about the woman, but he had to be cautious. With the Council out to get him, he couldn't take it easy as Susan would say. He had to be vigilant and weary of all that happened around him.

He finally shoved his feelings aside and dragged the blonde out of her bed, waking her harshly. Without a word of explanation to the dazed woman, he got her to her feet and pulled her roughly from the room and into the corridor.

"There's no reason to drag me, Theta. Wherever you're taking me, I'll gladly follow." She complained trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

His jaw clenched slightly when she spoke his academy name, though his hearts fluttered in response. He forced his feelings away once more and sternly reprimanded her.

"You will address me as Doctor and I will shatter this illusion you have created." He snapped continuing to pull her.

She winced slightly from the pressure he was exerting on her arm. He noticed it and loosened his grip marginally. He inwardly growled at his own kindness. He could not afford to be kind and gentle and yet here he was doing just that with this woman.

"No, I will call you Theta, you clot and it's not an illusion. It's a fact. Everything I told Susan was the truth but you're just too pig headed to realize it." She replied hotly.

The Doctor was fighting a smile. The blonde was fiery, feisty, and had a good head on her shoulders. She would make for a decent sparring partner for debates. He inwardly scolded himself. He had to stop liking this woman or she would be the death of him for sure.

"You are delusional, woman. You believe yourself to be human when clearly you are not. You say you have seen my life as a television program which is nothing more than a poor excuse for your temporal perception, and your story about how you arrived on my ship has no basis in fact whatsoever. Everything you have said is completely impossible." He countered directing them down another corridor and towards the med bay.

"Not impossible, just a bit unlikely." She replied smirking slightly.

The Doctor had to stop himself from chuckling.

"Preposterous, who said that?" He demanded.

She smiled slightly, a knowing look in her forest green eyes.

"You did…in your tenth regeneration." She answered.

He snorted in disbelief; though in all honesty, it did sound like something he might say. He mentally shook himself and pulled her into the med bay.

"Lay down." He ordered nearly throwing her into the bio bed.

"You could say please, you arrogant sod." She sassed before doing as he asked.

He walked over to a small console and a flipped a switch. A blue, shimmering bubble appeared briefly before vanishing. He had just activated the bio bed's stasis field, guaranteeing that she would not be able to flee.

"A stasis field, really? Where would I go, you clot? The ship may be an infinite dimension, but there are only so many places I would go. To my room, maybe or perhaps to the library, hm? Maybe find a good novel to read while waiting to jump out of this hell hole and to a Doctor who actually likes me. You're an insufferable jackass, you know that?" She spat her eyes blazing with anger.

The Doctor turned slightly away from her so that she would not see the smile that was fighting its way onto his face. She was such a pistol, wild and courageous; willing to take on even the most daunting of challenges. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to go through with his plan, but he soldiered on. He activated the scanner and it lowered down. A horizontal green beam of light scanned her up and down several times before retracting and moving back to its original position. The screen in front of the bio bed lowered down, revealing the results of the scan.

He turned back to her, his face now void of his earlier amusement. She was still looking at him with those fiery green eyes and he hesitated for a moment. He steeled his resolve and pointed to the screen.

"Look at the screen and tell me you are human, woman." He ordered a somewhat smug smile on his face and arrogance in his tone.

She rolled her eyes at him before turning her head to the screen. Her eyes went wide in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. There on the screen was the internal image of her body. What drew the woman's attention instantly was the fact that she had two hearts.

"Two hearts?" She whispered completely stunned, "But that…how did…why didn't he tell me?"

The Doctor wondered who she was referring to then remembered that Susan mentioned that Artimes had met his future self. He was genuinely surprised by the level of shock the woman was revealing. That was a reaction that could not be fabricated in any way. She was genuinely shocked by what she was seeing.

"I really have lost everything." She continued her tone barely audible as tears began flowing from her eyes once more.

The look of utter devastation was back, but it was so much deeper this time. His breath caught in his throat and guilt bubbled up inside of him. He had honestly thought that by revealing her true species that it would break her delusion of humanity, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. It was never his intention to cause her such distress. He just wanted to help her get past the illusion she had created, but seeing her as she was now…it broke his hearts.

Whatever spark she had left, died as her eyes dulled completely. She just stared at the screen, unmoving and almost lifeless. He had been broken before when she had first arrived, but now he just shattered on the inside. His eyes began to sting as tears threatened to form. He could not bear watching her any longer and he fled from the room, not even bothering to turn off the stasis field. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run…run away from those empty and lost eyes.


Susan was wandering the corridors in search of Artimes. She had become worried when she had gone to check up on her and did not find her in her room. She had ventured to her grandfather's study to ask him where the blonde woman was, but upon seeing the guilty and heartbroken look in his eyes, she knew he had done something awful and was regretting his decision.

She raced through corridors and searched many rooms, trying to figure out where the blonde would go. Finally, the time ship flashed her lights garnering the dark haired girl's attention.

"Where is she?" Susan asked hoping the ship would lead her to Artimes.

The sentient time ship seemed to have a soft spot for the blonde woman. The lights along a certain corridor darkened, leaving the one to her left illuminated.

"Thank you." Susan stated racing down the hallway.

She practically ran into the med bay and saw Artimes laying on the bio bed. The girl followed the blonde's gaze to the lowered screen and saw the scan results. She now understood why her grandfather was so upset. He had revealed to the blonde woman that she wasn't human at all, but in fact, a Timelady. To be more specific, Artimes was a Silver Regen. Silver regeneration energy functioned on a much lower frequency than gold regeneration energy, thus the reason why they did not undergo a full physical reconstruction. Silvers were easily identified because of the silver in their hair; the very same silver that was in Artimes's hair.

"Artz, you need rest." Susan said softly.

The blonde showed no outward sign that she had heard the dark haired girl. She remained motionless, her dull and empty gaze never wavering from the screen. Susan couldn't imagine what Artimes was going through right now. She had lost all that she held dear, only to learn that she had also lost her humanity as well. The dark haired teen had no idea what it meant to have one's species so completely altered.

"Artz, please…" She started again.

"Why?" The blonde asked her voice void of emotion.

Susan internally cringed.

"You need sleep in order to get your strength back." She answered.

"Even if I wanted to leave, I can't." Artimes replied in that same hollow tone.

"How come?" The girl asked confused.

The blonde raised her right hand slowly. Her fingers brushed against some sort of barrier, a blue shimmer appearing for a second before she lowered her hand again.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" Susan apologized hastily, moving over to the console and disengaging the stasis field.

Even though the stasis field no longer restricted her movements, Artimes continued to lay there unmoving. Susan walked over to her and saw the tear tracks on the woman's face. She brushed her hand through the blonde's hair, trying to be supportive and having no clue as to what to say.

"Please don't give up. Never give up, Artz." The girl whispered as tears formed in her eyes.

She felt so useless. She just wanted to do something to help, but couldn't. She was surprised when Artimes blinked rapidly, a slight spark of light entering her once dull eyes. What had caused that?

"What did you say?" The blonde asked her tone no longer void of emotion and sounding almost desperate.

"Never give up." Susan repeated confused by the woman's sudden shift.

A weak smile appeared on Artimes's face, her eyes softening.

"I had forgotten, but now I remember." She said softly as she sat up, her eyes filling with determination and hope.

Susan steadied her as the blonde swung her legs off the bio bed.

"Forgotten what? Artz, what did you remember?" The girl prompted though she was excited that Artimes seemed to be coming back to herself.

"Never cruel or cowardly. Never give up, never give in. The promise he made when he chose his name and the promise I live by." She answered sliding off the bed.

Susan kept her balanced as she watched the blonde pull herself back together by the sheer power of her own will. She had to say she was impressed. She had never seen someone come back from such a devastating loss and actually have the strength to smile.

"Susan, I need your help." Artimes stated looking directly at the girl.

"With what?" Susan asked curiosity and happiness driving her.

"Teach me how to be a Timelord." The blonde requested her tone even and strong.

"It would be my pleasure, Artz." Susan replied beaming at the Timelady.


Over the next several months, Artimes learned more about Gallifrey, what it meant to be a Timelady, how to sense the timelines, how to use a sonic screwdriver and psychic paper, science and mathematics, history and architecture, astronomy and art, and even mechanics and engineering.

Her friendship with Susan deepened and the two were constantly spending time together. The Doctor and Artimes, however, fought constantly, usually ending with both parties storming off. Susan did her best to pacify her grandfather and his temper and calm the blonde Timelady and her fury. It was a constant struggle to find equilibrium between the trio because both Artimes and the Doctor were extremely stubborn, but somehow a very odd friendship formed out of it…more like a friendship/rivalry.

Artimes and the Doctor were currently in the control room and he was teaching her how to fly the Tardis. These lessons had started up about three months after her arrival and the blonde had the stinking suspicion that this was his way of apologizing to her for leaving her trapped in the stasis field for hours.

"You expect me to believe your story then prove it." He challenged as they moved about the console.

"How am I supposed to do that? We are pre-season one!" She snapped no real heat in her voice.

She had come to enjoy their little debates/arguments. Sure, they got angry with each other quite often, but for some reason it worked for them.

"Something to think about, hm?" He goaded giving her that irksome smug smile of his.

She simply rolled her eyes and they continued her lessons. She really hated that smile of his and he knew it too. He also knew that she would rise to the challenge just as she always has done and will actively seek to prove him wrong…which she has done more times than he would ever care to admit.

A few weeks later, Artimes piloted them to Akhaten and insisted that the Doctor have a vacation and relax. He huffed and moaned the entire time the girls were getting ready. Oddly enough though, he certainly did enjoy himself that day if the smile that never left his face was any indication. Susan and Artimes browsed many of the stalls and conversed with some of the locals. One of them, Artimes recognized. She was pleasantly surprised that Dor'een was still in Akhaten this far back and she ended up having a lovely conversation with the dog woman.

The trio eventually headed back to the Tardis and no more than a week later, Susan approached the blonde with a rather unusual request; though Artimes sort of expected it. She just didn't expect the teen to ask her to get involved.

"Artz, I want to go to school." The dark haired girl stated.

Artimes looked up from the book she was reading and smiled. She had been wondering when Susan would get around to that.

"Good for you. Any particular time period?" The blonde asked knowingly.

"I was thinking sometime in the twentieth century…on Earth, perhaps in England, but Grandfather said no. He doesn't like the idea of staying in one place for very long, but I really want to go. Can you help? He might listen to you." Susan pleaded.

Artimes was honestly surprised that the dark haired girl believed she held any sway over the Doctor whatsoever, but seeing those hope filled eyes…the blonde sighed inwardly. How could she refuse such a request? She would admit that she had an idea about how to get it done, but it would require her to manipulate the Timelord a bit. Artimes smiled at her, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Not to worry, dearie. I know exactly what to say. Leave it to me." The blonde stated confidently, rising from her seat and tossing the book into the chair.

"Really?! Oh thank you, Artz, thank you!" The girl replied happily, hugging Artimes fiercely.

The Timelady laughed merrily, her eyes softening with happiness. She left Susan in the library and went in search of the Doctor. By the time she located him in his study, she had her plan all worked out. She strolled into the room and leaned against the oak desk. She remained silent until the Timelord grunted in annoyance.

"What is it? What do you want?" He asked in exasperation.

Artimes smirked slightly. She always got a kick out of ruffling his feathers. He could be such an easy target sometimes.

"You're so desperate to prove me wrong, yes?" She asked putting her plan into motion.

"What of it?" He demanded staring stonily at her.

"Susan wants to go to school…" She started.

"Out of the question." He cut off, his tone firm.

She smirked again.

"Not so fast, my dear Theta. Season one of the show begins after Susan has been attending school for a little over five months." Artimes stated dangling the proverbial carrot.

His eyes snapped to hers. That definitely caught his attention.

"Is that so?" He asked quietly, the gears already turning at lightning speed in his mind.

"Oh yes. Susan will be followed home by two of her teachers. Barbara Wright, teacher of history and Ian Chesterton, teacher of science. They'll force their way onto the ship and you'll have a decision to make; let them go or kidnap them." She continued giving him a smug smile to goad him on.

"If I did bring them along, where would our first trip be?" He asked.

He was falling quickly into her trap. She just needed to give him one more push.

"Not where but when. The year one hundred thousand BC. The time of cave men and fire. Oh of course, Ian will be a disbelieving prat and Barbara will think of it as a game or an illusion. Did I mention that you get knocked out by a cave man and then forced to 'make fire'?" She continued using air quotes at the end.

"Preposterous. I will simply have to prove to you what is reality and what is fiction." He stated sternly, rising from his chair and walking briskly out of the room.

Hook, line, and sinker. She grinned like the Cheshire cat, quite happy with herself at that moment, and did a little victory dance in her mind. She laughed quietly and returned to the library. She watched Susan pace back and forth, a worried expression on her face.

"You might want to dress in the twentieth century fashion, dearie, because you're off to school in the morning." The blonde stated grinning cheekily.

The dark haired teen let out a squeal of delight and launched herself at the Timelady, hugging her happily.

"I love you so much, Artz! Thank you!" The girl replied.

Artimes returned the hug, her eyes soft and warm at the girl's declaration. She laughed when Susan began jumping up and down in excitement and the blonde ushered her from the room. The ecstatic duo journeyed to the wardrobe to pick out the perfect outfit for the girl's first day of school.


It didn't take long to get Susan enrolled at Coal High School and the girl was very happy. The Doctor and Artimes were not as enthused. The pair had ventured out several times over the last five months and they were both pretty bored. She honestly didn't like the time period. Everything was just so blasé and dull. America in sixties was much more entertaining. The Timelord echoed her sentiment and through their shared boredom, they found some middle ground. Their arguments became less heated and turned into lengthy debates, commonly leaving both parties smiling at having a decent verbal sparring partner.

Artimes continued her flying lessons, but without the actual flying. She was actually rather good. According to Susan, she was better than the Doctor. The Doctor also taught her how to repair the Tardis and introduced her to the joy of tinkering. The two were always getting into some form of mischief or another and Susan would always scold them after she came home from school. Both Timelords would simply smile at her innocently causing all three of them to laugh.

As of right now, the Timelady was currently alone in the control room while the Doctor was out and about and Susan was due to arrive soon. As if on cue, she saw the dark haired teen in the monitor so she snapped her fingers. The doors to the Tardis slid open with a beautiful mechanical hum that she always enjoyed. Susan walked in, smiling at the blonde woman. Artimes snapped her fingers again and the doors closed. Susan chuckled and shook her head at the Timelady's childish behavior.

Susan left briefly to get changed and Artimes smirked slightly as she caught sight of Ian and Barbara in the monitor. It was happening just like she remembered which meant they would be leaving shortly and finally get away from this God forsaken time period. Susan returned and started looking over the controls absentmindedly, waiting for the Doctor to come back. Speak of him and he shall come. The Timelord approached the police box, a look of concentration on his face. Artimes wondered briefly about what he could be thinking about this time.

"There you are, Grandfather!" Susan said happily, noticing his return.

Artimes stopped the girl from going to the door to greet him.

"Not yet." She whispered to her, a knowing look in her eyes.

Susan nodded, immediately recognizing and understanding that look instantly. Artimes was up to something and it had to do with the events that were currently unfolding. The Timelady never acted without reason so the dark haired girl chose to heed her.

Artimes snickered a bit when the Doctor was confronted by the two teachers and he was trying to talk his way out of things. The Timelord was too early in his personal timeline to comprehend humans very well at this point and it was hilarious watching his reactions. It served him right for constantly doubting her, just desserts and all that. The two teachers began to leave and Artimes knew she needed to step in.

"Now, Susan." She whispered nodding to the switch that controlled the doors.

"What are you doing out there?" Susan called flipping the switch and opening the door.

"She's in there!" Ian yelled.

"Close the door!" The Doctor commanded.

Susan looked to Artimes for guidance. The Timelady shook her head and kept her eyes trained on the door.

"Barbara!" Ian yelled again.

Barbara ran into the console room and stopped dead in her tracks, frozen in shock. Ian and the Doctor followed shortly. The science teacher was completely flabbergasted and was in a state of awe.

"Close the doors, Susan." The Timelord ordered.

The dark haired teen flipped the switch and the doors closed.

"I believe these people are known to you." The Doctor stated slightly agitated.

"I'll say, they're two of her teachers." Artimes commented smirking at the irate Timelord.

He huffed and refused to look at the blonde woman.

"What are you doing here?" Susan asked stunned that two of her teachers would follow her.

"Where are we?" Barbara countered looking around in wonder.

"They must have followed her home. It was bound to happen since we've been in one place for so long." The Timelady commented coming to stand next to the Doctor.

"That ridiculous school. I knew it was a bad idea." He replied sulking.

Artimes shook her head fondly before patting him on the shoulder in a consoling manner. He glared at her, but he could not conceal the amusement in his eyes. He always livened up when something new or interesting happened and well this particular situation provided him with an excellent distraction.

"But why should they follow me home?" Susan asked irritated.

"I should think it was obvious. What is the one thing the human race is known for?" Artimes asked.

"Their ignorance." The Doctor grumbled quietly.

The blonde Timelady shot him a look and he just smirked.

"Their curiosity." Artimes explained.

"Is this really where you live, Susan?" Barbara asked earning glares from both Timelords at her tone.

"Yes." The dark haired teen responded equally perturbed by the question.

"And what's wrong with it?" The blonde demanded immediately becoming defensive of the Old Girl.

No one insulted the Tardis with Artimes around. The sentient space/time ship was wonderful and amazing and she took excellent care of them. The Tardis brushed lovingly against her mind, pleased by the Timelady's devotion. The Doctor placed a hand on the blonde's arm and she calmed slightly. She glanced at him and saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes. It seemed the Doctor wanted to shake things up a bit and she was more than happy to play along. She nodded her approval and his eyes lit up. He sent her a small smile of appreciation and she returned it with a smile of her own.

"But it was just a telephone box…" Ian started trialing off.

"Ya think?" Artimes muttered under her breath.

"Perhaps." The Doctor replied agreeing with the Timelady.

"And this is your grandfather and who's she?" Barbara questioned gesturing to the Timelords.

"Yes and she's Artz." Susan answered not liking this conversation one little bit.

"Well, why didn't you tell us that?" Barbara demanded.

"I don't discuss my private life with strangers." He retorted clearly unimpressed by the humans.

"But it was a telephone box. I walked all around it! Barbara, you saw me!" Ian exclaimed in disbelief.

The Doctor guided Artimes over to an antique ormolu clock on a nearby stand.

"You don't deserve any explanations. You pushed your way in here, uninvited and unwelcome." The Doctor snapped.

Artimes rubbed the Timelord's arm and he glanced down at her, his eyes softening slightly.

"I think we ought to leave…" Barbara started becoming a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

"No, just a minute." Ian replied crossing over to the Timelords, a determined expression on his face.

"Dear, dear, dear, this is very…" The Doctor mumbled gesturing to the clock.

"I know this is absurd, but I feel…I walked all around it!" Ian ranted.

"It stopped again. Oh and the chameleon circuit is going to get stuck too." The blonde commented leaning closer to the clock.

"Preposterous." The Doctor countered giving the Timelady a disbelieving look.

She simply shrugged and nodded towards the science teacher. The Timelord looked at the confused man, finally noticing him.

"Oh, you wouldn't understand at all." He stated dismissively.

The Timelords proceeded to ignore the floundering teacher and walked over to the console. Ian followed after them, still trying to get answers.

"But I want to understand!" Ian exclaimed very frustrated.

Artimes rolled her eyes, earning a small chuckle from the Doctor.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He replied completely uninterested.

Artimes giggled and the Timelord smiled at her, pleased by the sound. He had grown quite fond of her and she held a special place in his hearts, just like Susan.

"Oh by the way, Susan, I've managed to find a replacement for that faulty filament. Bit of a amateur job, but I…er…I think it'll serve. What do you think, Artz?" He continued taking an electronic object out of his pocket and handing it to the blonde.

She took it and turned it this way and that, scrutinizing it for several moments.

"Should be alright." She commented walking around the console.

She inserted the object into the console and the Timelords started effecting repairs. The Doctor smiled at Artimes, his eyes shining with pride at how easily she was working the controls. She smiled back at him and gave him a look that said 'I had a good teacher'. His expression shifted to one of smugness and arrogance, making her laugh softly at his behavior. The two had settled into a moderately easy friendship with decent chemistry and the Doctor was grateful that they had moved past most of their problems.

"It's an illusion. It must be." Ian piped up.

"What is he talking about now?" The Doctor asked looking at the Timelady.

"No idea. I started tuning him out five minutes ago." The blonde answered shrugging.

The pair went back to their work, ignoring the other occupants in the room.

"What are you doing here?" Susan demanded since her grandfather and Artimes seemed to be uninterested.

"You don't understand, so you find excuses. Illusions, indeed? You say you can't fit an enormous building into one of your smaller sitting rooms?" The Doctor questioned making the blonde snort in amusement.

This was the beginning of a debate and too bad for Ian that he was ill equipped to take on the Timelords in a verbal sparring match.

"No." Ian answered immediately as if the answer was obvious.

"But you've discovered television, haven't you?" Artimes piped up, crossing her arms and leaning against the console.

"Yes…" He answered unsure of where she was going with this.

"Then by showing an enormous building on your television screen, you can do what seemed impossible, could you not?" Artimes postulated earning a proud look from the Doctor.

"Well…yes, but I still don't know…" Ian answered still disbelieving.

Artimes inwardly face palmed at the idiocy of the human race. She was never this stupid as a human, was she? No, she understood the concept of dimensional dams from watching Doctor Who. She could feel a headache coming on. It usually happened when she tried to explain something using the simplest version possible. She much preferred the Doctor's techno babble over this any day.

"It's not quite clear, is it? I can see by your face that you're not certain. You don't understand." The Doctor stated laughing a bit, "And we knew you wouldn't! Nevermind."

Both Timelords turned back to the console, more than a little fed up with the humans and their disbelief.

"Now then, which switch was it? Artz?" The Doctor rambled.

Artimes reached across the console and flipped the switch he had been looking for.

"Ah yes, that was it. Thank you, Artz." He said glancing back at the humans briefly, "What is going to happen to you, hm?"

The blonde rolled her eyes at his theatrics. The Doctor looked over at Susan.

"They'll tell everybody about the ship now." He continued.

"The ship?" Ian echoed.

"Yes, the ship, you clot! This doesn't roll along wheels, you know!" Artimes sassed.

"You mean…it moves?" Barbara asked.

"The Tardis can go anywhere." Susan answered like it was obvious.

"The Tardis? I don't understand you, Susan." The history teacher said confused.

"T-A-R-D-I-S, that's Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Susan made up the name from the initials. Quite brilliant, really. Suits the Old Girl nicely, don't you think?" Artimes explained still fiddling with the controls.

"I'd thought you both would understand when you saw the different dimensions inside from those outside." Susan commented slightly put out.

"Let me get this straight. A thing that looks like a police box, standing in a junkyard…it can move anywhere in time and space?!" Ian asked in disbelief.

"Yes!" Susan answered.

"Ding, ding, ding! Correct answer!" Artimes stated sarcastically, walking over to stand next to Susan with her arms crossed in annoyance.

"Quite so." The Doctor concurred realizing that the Timelady was quickly losing her composure.

He had been on the receiving end of her anger many times before and he knew better than to incite her wrath so quickly. It usually ended in a massive explosion of emotion for all involved, but it would seem that the humans and their ignorance were pushing her too far, too quickly.

"But that's ridiculous!" Ian exclaimed.

"Why won't they believe us?" Susan asked looking to Artimes for answers.

"Well, how can we?" Barbara countered.

"The simplest explanation is that they're thick, Susan." Artimes snapped dropping her arms to her side, her hands fisted in anger.

The Doctor walked over to his girls, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. He needed to calm his girls before the situation got out of control.

"Now, now, don't get exasperated, Susan, Artz. Remember the Red Indian. When he saw the first steam train, his savage mind thought it an illusion too." The Timelord placated squeezing the blonde's shoulder to calm her.

"You're treating us like children!" Ian shouted in outrage.

"Are we? The children of our civilization would be insulted." The Doctor snapped.

Artimes reached up with her right hand and covered the one touching her shoulder. She was honestly touched that he would include her with the others of his race. She still considered herself an echo of a Timelord, but the Doctor always viewed her as so much more. He had actually yelled at her once for even suggesting that she was anything less than the Timelady he believed her to be.

"Your civilization?" Ian echoed.

"Yes, our civilization. Artz and I tolerate this century, but we do not enjoy it. Have you ever thought about what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? Have you? To be exiles? Susan, Artz, and I are cut off from our own planet, without friends or protection. But one day…" The Doctor explained looking down at the Timelady, "We shall get back. Yes, one day…one day…"

Susan moved a little closer to her teachers, leaving her grandfather's grasp. Artimes turned around a bit and whispered in the Doctor's ear.

"You will, Theta. You will return to Gallifrey one day, I promise." She whispered pulling back to look at his face.

She could see the desperation in his eyes. He wanted to believe her and he was starting to because there was a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"It's true. Every word of it is true. You don't know what you've done in coming here." Susan told her teachers, slightly distraught.

Susan turned back to the Timelords.

"Grandfather, Artz, let them go now, please! Look, if they don't understand, they can't…they can't hurt us at all! I understand these people better than you do…their minds reject things they don't understand." Susan pleaded.

The Doctor's icy look was his answer and Artimes simply gave her an apologetic look.

"No." Both Timelords said together before walking to the back of the room.

They ignored the conversation between the humans and Susan.

"What do you think, Artz?" The Doctor spoke quietly.

"Two choices: we let them go and hope they don't reveal our secret or we take them with us, show them the wonders of time and space, gain their trust, and then return them to Earth after earning their friendship. I should think that the decision was obvious." Artimes answered keeping her tone low.

"Agreed. Will you assist?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." Artimes answered with a smirk on her face.

They returned to the console. The Doctor fiddled with some of the controls and a high pitched whining sound echoed through the room briefly. The Doctor laughed and the blonde chuckled at his antics. Ian pointed at the console.

"He closed the doors from over there. I saw it." Ian started moving over to the console, "Now which is it? Which is it? Which control operates the door?"

"You still think it's all an illusion." Artimes commented.

"I know free movement in time and space is a scientific dream I don't expect to find solved in a junkyard!" Ian snapped hotly towards the Timelady.

A flash of anger flitted across the Doctor's face at how the human addressed the blonde woman. He had grown to care for her greatly over the past year and he wasn't about to let some stupid ape speak to her in such a manner. He flipped a switch on the console, the only one that noticed was Artimes who sighed heavily.

"Oh, your arrogance is nearly as great as your ignorance!" The Doctor replied laughing.

"Will you open the door? Open the door!" Ian commanded as the Doctor laughed again, "Susan, will you help us?"

The dark haired teen looked between Artimes, the Doctor, and her teachers for a few moments.

"I mustn't! I mustn't!" Susan replied upset.

Ian sighed and faced the console once more.

"Very well then. I'll have to risk it myself." Ian stated.

The Timelords watched on in amusement.

"We can't stop you." The Doctor commented smirking slightly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Artimes warned her own smirk firmly in place.

Susan's eyes widened as she realized what the Timelady meant.

"Oh, don't touch it! It's live!" Susan shouted trying to warn him but it was too late.

Ian pressed a button on the console and was shocked, being flung away and onto the floor.

"Ian!" Barbara cried out, helping him up before shouting at the Timelords, "What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

Artimes crossed her arms.

"Proving a point, I hope." The blonde sassed.

"Grandfather, Artz, let them go now! Please!" Susan begged.

"Sorry, Susan." The Timelady apologized.

"By tomorrow we shall be a public spectacle. A subject for news and idle gossip." The Doctor stated.

They returned to the console. Susan moved to stop them.

"But they won't say anything." The girl replied.

"Think about it, Susan. We just turned their world upside down with the concept of space/time travel and a bigger on the inside police box. They are going to talk. They'll go to the authorities; they'll try to figure out what all this is. It'll just end up hurting us, Susan. Please understand." Artimes explained remembering the countless times people were put at risk and hurt when humans were searching for the truth.

"There's no alternative, child." The Doctor concurred seeing the haunted look in the Timelady's eyes.

"I want to stay! Look, they're both kind people. Why won't you two just trust them? All you've got to do is ask them to promise to keep our secret and…" Susan pleaded.

"Out of the question." Artimes snapped hotly, remembering how Adam had betrayed the Doctor on Satellite Five.

"I won't go! I won't leave the twentieth century. I'd rather leave the Tardis and you two!" Susan exclaimed.

Hurt flashed across the Timelady's eyes and the Doctor felt the sting of guilt and regret. He had no intention of things getting this far with his little game with the humans. He was honestly surprised that his granddaughter would abandon the Timelady so readily.

"Now you're being sentimental and childish!" The Timelord snapped.

"No, I mean it." Susan stated firmly.

The Doctor looked over at the blonde Timelady and saw her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The look in his eyes conveyed his request and she smiled slightly, nodding her head in agreement.

"Very well. Then you must go with them. I'll open the door." He said softly.

"Are you coming, Susan?" Barbara asked holding her arm out to the girl.

The Timelords locked gazes for a moment and then with lightning speed, they started flipping switches simultaneously.

"Oh no Grandfather, Artz, no!" Susan shouted trying to stop them.

They kept activating controls despite Susan's best efforts. The room started to shake as the lighting within pulsed. Instruments and dials on the console burst to life. The shaking became worse and the teachers were flung across the room. Barbara landed in a chair while Ian fell to the floor. A raucous grinding engine sound rose and fell throughout the room; the cylindrical column began to rise and fall. London vanished and they slowly materialized in a desert.

Artimes ignored the barely aware humans as they began to stir and moved over to the Doctor, helping him check the controls and surrounding area.

"The base is steady; sand, rock formation, most likely a desert of some kind." Artimes piped up.

"We've left nineteen sixty three." Susan commented.

"Hallelujah." The blonde mumbled earning a small smile from the Timelord.

"Oh yes, undoubtedly. I'll be able to where presently." He started blinking at the console readout, "Zero? That's not right. I'm afraid this yearometer is not calculating properly."

"It's the year one hundred thousand BC, you clot. Cave men, fire, Cave of Skulls and you'll get knocked out by a cave man named Kal." Artimes hissed under her breath, making the Timelord shoot her a disbelieving look.

"Well, anyway, the journey's finished." He retorted before looking down at Ian, who was still sitting on the floor, "What are you doing down there?"

"What have you done?" Barbara demanded.

"Barbara, you don't believe all this nonsense?" Ian asked in disbelief.

Artimes tuned out a vast majority of the conversation, simply too tired of the humans and their stupidity. She didn't tune back in until Barbara spoke up.

"I can't help it! I just believe them, that's all!" The history teacher exclaimed.

"If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds and watch them wheel in another sky…would that satisfy you?" Artimes snapped wanting to be done with this nonsense.

"Yes." Ian replied giving the Timelady a hard look.

"As you wish." The blonde answered raising her right hand and snapping her fingers.

The doors opened with a soft, mechanical hum, revealing the desert outside.

"Now, see for yourself." The Doctor said smugly.

"It's not true! It can't be." Ian whispered in complete shock.

"That's not on the screen!" Susan stated in triumph.

"Well, we've no more time to argue with you. Artz and I must get some samples, Susan." The Doctor informed moving over to a small table near the doors and gathering up a small electronic instrument and a shoulder bag.

Artimes grabbed her own shoulder bag and followed the Timelord.

"Be careful, Grandfather, Artz!" Susan called after them.

The pair strode out of the Tardis, leaving Susan and the humans behind to talk amongst themselves.

"There is no shame in admitting that I was right, Theta." The blonde spoke quietly.

"I will not validate your claims until I have concrete evidence to support them; however, I am…more open to the possibility." The Doctor replied.

That was as good as she was going to get from the Timelord. After a year of being with the arrogant sod, it was long overdue. She tapped his shoulder and gestured behind them and towards the Tardis. He looked back and frowned at the police box.

"It's still a police box. Why hasn't it changed? Dear, dear, how very disturbing." He muttered to himself.

"I told you the chameleon circuit was going to get stuck, didn't I?" The blonde reminded as they continued deeper into the desert.

Upon reaching an adequate spot, they knelt down and started pulling out objects from the Doctor's shoulder bag.

"Do yourself a favor and don't light your pipe. That is what gets you knocked out by the cave man." The blonde commented.

"Preposterous." He mumbled.

They collected several samples, the Timelady trying to convince him of future events. Despite her warnings, the Doctor pulled out his pipe and lit it with a match. Kal jumped towards them with a roar.

"Look out!" Artimes yelled pushing the Timelord out of the way.

The cave man hit the blonde with the back of his axe, knocking her to the ground out cold. The Doctor barely gained his senses before his world went dark.


The Doctor slowly awoke, his mind immediately focused on locating Artimes.

"Ugh…Artz…where's…" He started slowly getting his bearings.

He was surrounded by cave men and women, who were shouting 'Fire, fire!'.

"My creature…can make fire from his fingers! I have seen it. But I, Kal, brought him and his woman here. They are mine!" Kal ranted.

Za and Kal got into a disagreement, several others got involved. The Doctor had had enough of this foolishness and got off the rock he was on. He noticed Artimes being held by two of the cave men. The right side of her head was bleeding and he was surprised by the coloring of it. Timelords had blue blood, but her blood was red like a human's. Could she have been telling the truth all this time? He refocused quickly on the cave men.

"I can make fire for you! Let us go and I will make all the fire you want!" He stated taking a step towards the tribes-people, who stepped back from him in fear, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm an old man. How can an old man like me harm any of you, huh?"

"They don't understand, Theta." Artimes spoke quietly.

The Doctor started checking his pockets as the cave men continued to talk. His eyes widened as his search became more frantic.

"He will make it for me." Za stated boldly.

"My matches! Where are they? We need to get back to the ship." He mumbled glancing toward the blonde worriedly.

Artimes knew things were getting bad. They had to hold out until Susan and the others came then everything would be alright.

"Make fire! Make fire! Make fire now or your woman dies!" Kal threatened.

The Timelady felt her blood freeze. That wasn't supposed to happen. Fear crept into her eyes as she looked at the Doctor.

"I cannot make fire!" The Timelord yelled trying to regain control of the situation.

Kal stomped over to Artimes and grabbed her hair roughly. She cried out as he yanked her forward until she was in front of the Doctor.

"Make fire now or she dies!" Kal commanded reaching for his stone knife.

The Doctor stared into her eyes, seeing the sheer terror in those forest green pools. she hadn't known this was coming which further solidified what she told him about the originator complex.

"I can't!" He insisted his hearts beating wildly in his chest.

He pulled out his knife and stabbed the Timelady in the center of her chest.

"No!" The Doctor cried out as the action was repeated twice more.

The blonde woman fell forward and into his arms. He sank to the ground and cradled her to his chest. The pain and fear in her eyes made tears come to his own.

"Theta…I'm scared." She whispered her skin beginning to pale and cool as her life essence flowed out of her body, soaking her shirt in blood.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He apologized his voice cracking slightly.

The moment he said those words, she smiled, her eyes softening with warmth and forgiveness. Her eyes closed as she began to glow with a silver light and in a flash she was gone. She had spoken the truth about jumping through space and time. She had spoken the truth when she had said that lighting his pipe would result in them being kidnapped. She had spoken the truth about so many things; Ian and Barbara, the chameleon circuit, the time period they were in.

She had always spoken the truth and he had refused to believe her. Now she was dying somewhere in time and space and there was a very slim chance of her surviving. There was a big difference between the regeneration cycles of gold regens and silver regens. Golds regenerated when their death was imminent. Silvers shared this ability but only after their first regeneration.

Artimes had never regenerated before and she was not a natural born Timelady. She did not how to activate her regeneration cycle consciously. He hadn't bothered teaching her how, because he hadn't believed her story about her being human. His arrogance and pride had killed the woman who had become a very dear friend to him and he knew one thing for certain; he would never forgive himself for the rest of his very long life.


Lady A: There you have it! Chapter 2: The Unearthly Child is complete! Took me two days to type it up. Whew! As you can see, not all things are sunshine and daisies between Artimes and the Doctor, but the question remains: What will happen to Artimes? Oh she survives yes, but how does that go down and with whom? You'll just have to wait and see. Leave tons of reviews and be on the lookout for Chapter 3: The Orb of Life! Stay tuned!