The Place of Wasted Time pt. 2

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Inez's POV

"Wasted Time?" I asked,

"Yes, precisely that. Have you noticed the floor that we're walking on?" Smith asked. I looked down. Beneath our feet was a glassy, green colored floor like the windows. Only there was something flowing beneath it. Whatever it was, it twisted, and it weaved, and it curled and uncurled.

"That's time energy." Smith pointed to it.

"Time energy?" I asked.

"Unusable Time Energy. Or more like Time Energy that's already been used up." Smith tried to explain.

"Alright, I get it. So what we're in another dimension of time energy trash?" I asked.

"You do get it!" Smith hugged me, and I pushed him away.

"Right, you don't like hugging. He remembers that." Smith pointed to his head.

"The tenth Doctor's memories?" I asked.

"Yes, they're all locked away in my head. I remember everything he did up until the point that he left me." Smith looked a little sad.

"So he must have met me after losing Rose but possibly before Donna or Martha…" I mumbled.

"Sorry?" Smith asked.

"The Doctor likes to run away from his past." I patted him on his back. I coughed again.

"I know. We're making him confront it this time." Smith nodded seriously.

"How?" I asked.

"By making him choose. He's made so many people choose whether they want to live. Then whatever decision they make he treats it as if it was his." Smith said slowly.

"You don't h-have to dumb it down for me." I groaned. Smith turned me down an extremely wide hallway with strange pod-like devices attached.

"There are your friends, they're safe see?" Smith showed that inside the pods were Amy, Rory and The Doctor.

"What are those things hibernation chambers?" I asked.

"Yeah…preservation facilities." Smith looked a bit impressed.

"If it makes you feel better none of them will remember anything. Nothing about you, nothing about this place." Smith looked around.

"That does make me feel better actually. So what's going to happen to the Doctor then if it's nothing bad?" I asked.

"Let me answer that!" A voice said. A pair of large, bronze double doors opened that were in the center of the hallway.

"Dr. Hoffman!" I just about fell over. Dr. Hoffman was a strong looking man with white hair, and intelligent eyes. I had never seen any pictures of my father, so I'd never known what he looked like. The fact that it was Dr. Hoffman made a bit more sense to me now. Why mother had pretty much agreed to his suggestions when it came to my well-being. Why else would he have bothered with me. Even if he was the one who experimented on me, it made sense.

"Hello child," Dr. Hoffman said kindly.

"A-are you my father?" I looked between him and Smith. Smith nodded.

"Mighty helpful he's been, you've no idea." Dr. Hoffman pointed at Smith. I just stared.

"You, put the time energy in me?" I asked steadily. Dr. Hoffman frowned.

"Yes, well, it's hard to put into words exactly, to say why I've done some of the things I've done." Dr. Hoffman looked at me cautiously.

"I know you can't accept me as your father right away. So please just continue as if you were my patient and closest friend." Dr. Hoffman said halfway to himself. I nodded.

"More importantly what are you going to do to the Doctor?" I asked.

"We want to test his capabilities of true love." Dr. Hoffman answered. He led me into a grand ballroom with a black marble floor and high ceilings.

"Love? The Doctor values the people he cares about more than anything!" I exclaimed.

"He values them, but does he really care for them? Does the Doctor know the difference between love, and happiness? If he did, he wouldn't have been able to sacrifice Rose Tyler." Dr. Hoffman explained.

"That was the parallel dimension thing getting in the way again!" I exclaimed.

"It would have made a difference if she was a time lord." Smith answered instantly, I looked up at him.

"I know remember? I have all his memories." Smith tapped his forehead.

"The Doctor ultimately decided to sacrifice Rose simply because she wasn't his species. He wasn't willing to risk everything he loved about being a time lord for her sake. He wasn't going to risk two universes destroyed for her. That's why I was perfect when I came along because I was human. I was her species, he wasn't. He didn't have to risk anything but me, and I was already disposable. He couldn't get over that fact." Smith tried to get me understand.

"Over the fact that if he was human he'd be just as disposable as well…" I trailed off.

"Correct! They don't tell you that little portion on tv do they?" Dr. Hoffman joked. I glared at him.

"You! Why the voices?" I asked.

"Necessary theatrics. We needed something to peak his interest but something that would be easily forgotten." Dr. Hoffman answered.

"What about me then?" I asked.

"You…you were dying the moment you were born. As a baby you caught a 103 degree fever. Your mother tried everything to save you, and it didn't work. I had just received my doctrine from school at the age of 32. We were trying to find a way to fight the virus, and the time energy helped. It was a lady who covered her face with her hands that gave it to me when I was in a churchyard. I honestly didn't know anything about time fairy's or time lords. I was just trying to save you. When the time energy entered your bloodstream it took over and the virus disappeared. I had to leave you and your mother shortly after because I got contracted to work on a device that specialized in revealing what life in a parallel world might be like. Something with the machine either went right, or wrong and I ended up here. Smith was the first person I've met, and he explained to me what was going on, and what would happen. By the time I got back to your world I had aged considerably. Your mother barely believed me when I told her who I was. We agreed to keep your interaction with me on a "professional" basis. You were already 7 years old and diagnosed with VCFS. I was almost 50 years old." Dr. Hoffman explained. I gripped my head this was a lot of info to take in, and I was already in pain.

" Mom knows about the time energy? Is that why she lost it?" I asked.

"That's part of it." Dr. Hoffman answered.

"You can tell her about why we used the voices." Smith nudged him.

"I was trying to bring you and your mother into this world. Do you know what the one thing that connects all parallel universes is? Dreams." Dr. Hoffman answered his own question.

"Dreams are the little in between hallways that can be walked into another world. Most people think they are or might be another world but they're wrong. They are what connects them. The traveling points." Dr. Hoffman sighed.

"My nightmares?" I asked.

"Were the results of failed efforts on my part." Dr. Hoffman looked as guilty as he should have.

"So the first time I saw the Doctor again?" I asked.

"That was when I sort of lost a bit of the connection to your dreams. It's like you floated out of orbit and ended up there. Your consciousness. We had to transfer you back to your body." Dr. Hoffman answered.

"Why threaten the Doctor?" I asked.

"I didn't want him messing in your life just because there was time energy in your body." Dr. Hoffman said firmly.

"Is that why you erased his memory to then? When it was about my tuberculosis? Cause you didn't want him to hold onto me just because I was dying?" I asked quietly.

"Yes. He's already figured it out though." Dr. Hoffman smirked.

" So how are you going to test the Doctor?" I coughed.

"We are going to wake up your friends, and make them think that each of them is dying, and that you are still in danger." Dr. Hoffman said.

"Why do that?" I asked.

"If the Doctor chooses to sacrifice his friends to keep you, then it proves that he can love, truly love someone. If however he chooses to save his friends and let you die. Then he fails." Dr. Hoffman answered.

"This seems really backwards, but I think I get it." I answered.

"Of course most of this depends on whether he knows your dying or he's bluffing." My father smiled. In my head I wanted to swear, but instead I just coughed more.

"That reminds me...here." My father handed me a bottle of golden colored pills.

"What are those fish oils?" I asked. My father smiled wryly.

"No, they are time energy pills. If you take them it might slow down the process." My father said gently.

"I guess you and the Doctor aren't all that different." I sighed. My father glared at Smith who started laughing.

"Well, we'll find out won't we?" My father asked.