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-REMEMBER ME-

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The Great Intelligence

You're sick. You're Ill, they tell me. You collapsed at your ceremony when they placed the Matrix on your head.

I'm terrified for you. I'm so worried.

Alarms are going off as I run to the chambers they've taken you. They stop soon after, before I can get there. But I'm worried. What's happened? What's going on?

You're not in your chambers. You recovered. As I turn away from the door, I see a flash of multicolor scarf disappear around a corner, and I chase after you. You walk down a long hall, and the green wall is behind me as I run after you.

"Doctor!" I call. But you pay me no mind. You just keep walking. Why are you ignoring me? I start to chase after you, but I stop abruptly, because I feel the sharp point of a knife at my back.

I freeze, and put my hands up in the air.

"Who are you?" hisses a voice in my ear. "You are not dressed as a Time Lord."

"I should think not! Terrible dress sense, Time Lords," I respond.

The knife digs further in my back and I realize now is not the time to mess around.

"Your name!"

"Clara," I say. "I mean you no harm."

The knife withdraws from my back, and I turn around. She's dressed like a savage, this woman. Her eyes are wild, like she's thinking of all the different ways she could possibly kill me. I eye the point of her knife warily.

"That's the problem with you Time Lords. You are all so passive. You know not the meaning of battle! You would lie down and let anyone walk all over you!"

Ah. A warrior race. Or, at least, one who is not opposed to violence.

"Well, you're right there," I say, shrugging. "Time Lords are a rather passive bunch. Rather boring, as well."

"You speak like the Doctor," she says. I perk up, gasping.

"You're a friend of the Doctors'?" I ask. She appears slightly surprised.

"I am. I travel with him."

I smile. "What's your name?"

"I am Leela," she says, drawing herself up to her full height. "Member of the tribe of Sevateem."

"Ah," I say, struggling to place where she was from for a moment.

"Who are you?" asks Leela.

"I'm an old friend of the Doctor's," I explain. She still appears suspicious. I frown. "Though after last night he's definitely gotten on my bad side." Leela frowns suspiciously, gripping her knife tightly. "Joking. Sort of. We had an argument. Nevermind. Not important anymore. What's important is that I'm on your side, Leela. I'm on the Doctor's side."

Slowly, Leela lowers her knife, and puts it away.

"Thank you," I say softly. Leela nods her head in acknowledgement. "Do you know what the Doctor is planning?"

"I do not know. The Doctor has banished me," she says. I'm taken aback by this.

"What on Gallifrey for?" I ask.

"I do not know!" she says, becoming frustrated.

"There must be a reason for it," I say, attempting to rationalize this odd decision in my mind. Why would you banish your companion on an alien world? "The Doctor has a plan. He must have a plan."

Though I have no idea what it is that your plan might be, Doctor, but I trust you. I've always trusted you. And now I must restore faith to your companion.

"Listen to me, this is important. You have to trust him. Do what he says. If he wants you banished, outside the city, then there must be a reason for it. You must do as he tells you. You have to trust him."

"Of course I trust him!" says Leela proudly.

"Good. Trusting the Doctor will keep you alive," I say.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know that there's going to be trouble. That's right up there with "What could possibly go wrong?" Or "This is gonna be the best Christmas Waldorf I've ever had."

Sure enough, Leela's eyes widen, fixing on a point behind me.

I turn, and gasp. Suddenly I find myself thrown against the wall, a cane on my windpipe, and a leering face inches from mine.

I would gasp, if my air supply wasn't cut off.

Because I've seen his face before.

This man was the cause for my last regeneration.

He looks exactly the same, same leer, same Victorian attire, same top hat. And he's completely alive, which is wrong, so wrong, because I saw him die. I was responsible for his death.

"We meet again," he snarls. "The girl who dies. This time, you will not defeat me."

"Who…are…you?" I manage to choke out.

He snarls, and leans in close, his lips an inch away from my ear. I shudder out of fear and disgust.

"I am your enemy," he whispers.

I can't help the terrified gasps that come from my throat, but what I can control is my knee. Coming between his legs. Hard, and swift.

He grunts, doubling over in pain. This time, I take control, and shove him against the wall with his own cane against his throat. Leela watches on with wide eyes, her knife out, prepared to throw.

"Run," I tell her. I can tell already she's going to disobey. "I can handle this, Leela. Run! You have to go after the Doctor! You have to do as he says! Now run!"

After a torn glance between me and my enemy, she finally does as I tell her, and leaves, leaving just me and him.

"Now, you're gonna tell me who you are. Properly!"

The man makes a grab at me, but I push him harder against the wall, cane digging into his windpipe. He stops struggling as his lips start to turn purple.

"The … Great…Intelligence…" he gasps out.

"What the hell is that?" I demand. "Answer me!"

But it's too late, I've pushed him too far. His face goes pale, his lips go purple, and I watch as he dies right in front of me before disappearing into thin air.

I jump back as though burned. The man's clothes crumple in a heap upon the floor. The cane falls with a clatter as it slips from my grasp.

Oh, my stars.

I killed him.

Run you clever boy, and remember me.