Tory would never in all her lives claim to be a patient person; she thought it was some sort of psychological rebellion against her adoptive parents, both of whom possessed, seemingly, endless amounts of the virtue.
Jordan thought she was blowing it out her arse and told her to: "shut up and have and another drink bitch! You know we don't waste!"
The reason Tory and Jordan were getting drunk off their heads? Tory's adoptive parents had just died.
Don't get Tory wrong; she, in no way, hated her adoptive parents, she just wished they hadn't treated her so different from their actual biological kids! It was almost a relief to discover she was adopted and not the hated-accidental-child-that-ruined-all-hopes-and-dreams. It really was. But now they were dead and Tory, Tory just didn't know what to think.
Her older brothers were both normal, privileged, British blokes and couldn't understand why Tory refused to answer their calls and attend the funeral. They didn't know what she was. They didn't know she had changed her face.
Jordan put her empty pint glass down on the bar and smiled as the good-looking bartender replaced it with another. She winked at him and grinned after he walked away and she found his number on a piece of paper under her drink.
"Keeping that one." She announced, clicking her tongue and smirking as she slipped the paper into her jeans pocket.
Tory glanced up at her as she spoke but returned her attention to her beer just as quickly. She chucked the last of it back and slammed the glass down on the bar before turning and storming away.
"Damn it!" Jordan hissed, rushing after her after leaving some money for the drinks. She followed Tory outside where she was standing, leaning against the side of the building, an unlit cigarette in hand.
Not many people knew that Tory's first regeneration had been a smoker, she had been thinking about kicking the habit when she regenerated. Jordan had yet to see this regeneration with a smoke in hand, until now that was.
Tory looked over at Jordan as the human walked over and stood next to her.
"You really gonna light that?" Jordan asked casually, nodding her head at the cigarette.
"No." Tory answered after a pause, flicking it from her fingers and onto the floor.
"Good." Jordan leant back on the wall beside Tory. "Wanna talk about it, or do I have to try and drink you under the table?"
Tory snorted.
"That would end badly for you," she said, "remember?"
"Shut up." Jordan shoved Tory's shoulder playfully. "You could have warned me about that you know."
"I did." Tory grinned, "I told you that Time Lords have higher tolerance."
"You didn't say how high," Jordan grumbled, "I passed out and you were barely tipsy!"
"Fun times." Tory said in a musing tone, smirking at Jordan when she huffed in annoyance.
"Homewards?" Jordan asked after a few minutes silence.
"Why not?" Tory muttered, straightening, "I've got an early morning tomorrow."
"Oh?" Jordan gave her a questioning look.
Tory just shook her head and didn't answer.
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The next morning Jordan woke up to an empty appartment; Tory was long gone.
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Tory watched from the far distant treeline as the two matching black caskets were lowered into the ground. Family and friends were gathered at the graveside, she could see her brothers in the centre.
Tory waited for the crowd to move away before walking over to the graves. She stood on the edge and looked down.
"You just had to go and kick the bucket didn't you?" she said, "You were meant to live forever." She closed her eyes and sighed, "You two raised me and for that I will always love you. I never got to tell you that, too damn stubborn I think. But I promise," she opened her eyes, "I never hated you, not really, well not properly; I definitely gave it a good try after I realised you had lied to me about being adopted." She gave a laugh before smiling down at the two caskets. She reached into a bigger-on-the-inside pocket and pulled out a single white rose. "It's the closest I could get to silver." She explained, letting the flower drop from her fingers and into the grave, "I'll never forget you." She promised before turning away, her hands buried in her pockets and her back hunched.
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Tory walked for hours, not caring where she was, when she felt someone walk up beside her, she didn't acknowledge him she just kept walking.
"No," she said quietly, "I don't want to talk about it, and no, I'm not alright."
The, blonde, 5th Doctor paused for a moment before increasing his pace and walking beside Tory, matching her step for step. He offered her his hand in a silent gesture of comfort. Tory took it and did her best not to burst into tears.
