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Meeting
Kailyn woke suddenly. And fell out of her bunk. It was only a foot off the ground but it hurt, not least because the floor was bare, cold metal. She groaned when she saw the time: 4am. The choir in her head had been particularly insistent during the few hours that she had slept and to make the whole situation worse, she could still hear them, quietly. She sat wrapped in her blanket a few moments before deciding that she wouldn't go back to sleep. There was a strange niggling in her head, like she'd forgotten something important. She dressed quickly and brushed her hair back to a civilised level before deciding to explore the Valiant: well she was going to be stuck here for a while.
The ship was silent, most of the night watch were dropping off at their posts but due to her ability to go unnoticed she had no trouble in following the direction of the quiet humming. It was loudest outside a storage area on the second deck. The source appeared to be a blue Police Box inside it, though exactly why there was a police box on the sky-ship was a mystery to her. Curiosity peaked, she walked up to the doors, opening at her touch, and stepped inside.
As in every case, her first thought was that it was bigger on the inside. The second was realising that it was the coral room from her dreams and the third; that it looked sick. Ill. Unhealthy.
Hello, dear. The voice she hadn't heard in five years whispered hoarsely to her.
"You are it. And you're his." She whispered back, connecting the dots.
I like to think he's mine actually but near enough. The Master – that's Mr. Saxon by the way – stole me.
"Right…so is there anything I can do?"
Go and talk to the Doctor. You won't get anywhere now until he knows you're an ally…
Following the advice given, she left the glowing red room and continued up to the scene of last week's murder and planetary coup d'etat.
She found the Doctor in the makeshift tent that the Jones had set up for him. He was sitting in a half-lotus position with his eyes shut. Sitting down, she carefully took his hand and held it to the veins in her temple, neck and wrist. The voice had told her that it would get his attention.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and she found herself falling into the dark pools that seemed to betray his appearance. The eyes of a younger body.
"Two?"
Kailyn nodded.
"Since I was fifteen. There was light, singing and a watch a...and a voice and it just started beating." She blurted out, quite loudly.
"Shh…What's your name?"
"Kailyn" she said, calming down.
"May I see?"
"What? How?"
"The memory and via telepathy."
"Oh…Go ahead"
He brought his hands up to her temples.
"Think about it…every detail."
The mind-link could have taken all day. The Doctor wanted to know every way that the change had affected her. But the ship's crew was starting to awaken and if the Master caught them, heads would roll - hers. Literally.
After he broke the connection, the Doctor mumbled something unintelligible about a network and archangels, but he did ask if she could visit again. She had promised she would when her pager bleeped. One champagne breakfast for the Master and consort.
Sighing, she excused herself and went to carry out her orders.
Once she was gone, the Doctor leant back against the wall through the thin material of his 'tent'. He couldn't believe it, a female Timelord hidden within the Master's staff. A Timelord, full stop! He smiled at the ignorance of his enemy. Timelords could recognise others on sight, so how could he have missed it. The Master surely would have taken up with her if his intent was as he stated, a new Timelord empire, wouldn't he want a pure-blooded Gallifreyan protégé? At least, he thought, she wouldn't have to suffer his attention and, he shuddered, any advances he might make.
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Each day followed thus. Always the morning person and semi-insomniac, Kailyn would wake in the small hours of the morning and sit with the Doctor until the watch changed, usually around 7am. Sometimes she would carry messages between him, the greatcoat man, Jack, and the blue box, which he called a TARDIS. This seemed to cheer all parties immensely and Kailyn got the feeling that they were almost like family. Some mornings the Doctor was quite verbose, teaching her snippets of Timelord knowledge and recounting fantastic feats of bravery and intelligence on the part of people he'd encountered through time. Other times he sat silent, intent on Kailyn, as she elaborated on her life– though rather mundane in comparison she thought. There were a few mornings that they didn't communicate at all, lost in thought and exhaustion.
The Master ran both of them ragged. Kailyn would only creep off to bed when she was sure he was asleep, often only two hours before she would meet with the Doctor. The Doctor himself was often forced into degrading displays of obeisance, prostrating himself on the floor to avoid the threatened glow of the laser screwdriver, and was regularly updated on the massacre and slavery below, which probably hurt him far more.
The days were long and generally similar, days off faded into distant memory and, to make the Master's point, one complainer was made, rather melodramatically, to walk the plank. Any opposition seemingly faded away, and the months crawled by.
A/N: I'm back at school now so updates may become few and far between, due to coursework, homework and clubs etc.
At this point, reviews will prompt me to spend my free periods typing, since the next one and a half chapters are planned and ready to be bulked out.
I expect this story to finish off within the next few chapters (2-4), but idea-seeds for a crossover with TW are planted and germinating…
One last random note: EXTERMINEZ-VOUS! EXTERMINEZ-VOUS ENCORE! Ah, zut alors! Le docteur gagne, il rit: "Ha ha ha, j'ai gagne parce-que je suis Docteur Qui!" Bill Bailey
