Chapter 5: Frustrations

Doctor:

"Now, Jane, this doesn't seem like a very good idea," I said. Sadly, this one couldn't be saved; her destiny was fixed. Jane Seymour would forever be the third wife of King Henry VIII of England. Pity, she was a very bright, beautiful girl.

"Doctor, he loves me. Anne has done him wrong, and she cannot bear a son. Henry loves me. I'll bear him a son, a healthy son!" she said and danced around the room.

"Well, Anne did give him Elizabeth," I said. Jane scoffed.

"A little girl will grow up to be a woman, and a woman will never take the throne alone. If she marries, her husband shall rule."

I laughed to myself. Oh, humans. I'd never forgotten how narrow-minded they could be! Jane approached me and put a hand on my chest. She grabbed my bowtie, preventing me from backing up. Females and their hormones! And why did they always go for the tie? Always! There was no peace in this world, always a woman…or Jack Harkness chasing after me.

"You're an intriguing gentleman, Doctor," she said and closed the gap between us.

"And you're a taken lady," I said. Her eyes laughed.

"My King is currently married to the Boleyn girl; I'm not spoken for until he's divorced. I've never been taken by a man," she said and smirked.

"Well!" I said and cleared my throat, "I'd hate to rob a king of such a thing!"

"A kiss doesn't taint my purity, Doctor," she said and took my face in her hands. My, was that woman a kisser! I could easily see how England's most notorious king had fallen for her. Speaking of the king, he happened to walk in as his mistress' tongue was in my mouth.

"What is this! Who are you? How did you get here? Woman, what is the meaning of this!"

"Ah, this isn't how it appears, I'm…her cousin! Sir Doctor of TARDIS, French custom! I'll be off now!"

I ran to my TARDIS, just outside of the castle walls, and took off before Henry's lovely guards caught up to me.

"C'mon girl! Let's head back to the 21st century, must make it back to Myrianna Hart! I think you'd like her as a companion. She's very much like Donna…strangely similar, actually…Ah! We've landed! Good!"

I stepped out if my TARDIS to find I'd landed somewhere completely different than where I'd intended. I was disappointed. I wanted to go back to Myrianna; she felt strangely familiar…like home. As soon as I stepped out into the frozen tundra of my destination, I realized I'd gone to the planet of the Ood. I made my way into the frozen landscape and I was greeted my Ood Sigma.

"Hello again, Ood Sigma!" I said.

"Hello, Doctor," Ood Sigma thought to me. I'd always loved the way Ood communicated! So interesting! "We're sorry to disturb your travels, but we needed to warn you."

"Oh, Ood Sigma, will you ever have good news for me?"

"I cannot answer that, Doctor."

"Well, what have you seen now?"

"Doctor, beware the third double heart. It will bring the return of the drums and rebirth of the Time Lords."

"Oh, now that's cryptic. You can't tell me anything else?" I asked. I knew the Ood didn't see everything, but some visions were stronger than others.

"We know nothing more, Doctor."

"Well, thank you, Ood Sigma," I said and tried to hide my troubled thoughts, "Are there any other matters to attend to here?"

"No," Sigma said politely, "You may return to your travels."

I nodded, said my goodbyes, and returned to the phone box. Something was about to go terribly wrong; I could feel it. Drums…I knew that meant the Master. Third double heart? A third Time Lord? But who could have survived? I drove my TARDIS with a troubled mind. When I landed in 21st Century London, I headed straight to Stephen Hart's apartment in hopes that the twins had gone there after our adventure, rather than veering into the nearest pub. On my way to Stephen's, I saw the twins and Connor Temple sitting in a pub, shocker, eating fish and chips. All humans were alike. They turned to comforting human things after traumatic events.

"Ah! I've found you! So, now that there's more time, allow me to explain," I said.

I noticed that they looked different, especially with the hair. Elloise had dyed her hair blonde, and Connor's hair was predominantly shorter than before. Myrianna's jet black locks had grown long, nearly down to her shoulders. They were all wearing different clothes. Apparently, I'd come at a different time. Judging by Myrianna's face, I was terribly late.