Okay last part of Deep Breath, then onto a couple of months in Cardiff with someone important, though you have to read to the end to find out who. Anyway I have this story just about done, I know what is going to happen, and just have to do about 6 more episodes then it will end, then onto the sequel. Enjoy, if there is a certain episode you want, tell me and I will see where I can put it for the next book, because that is where we are getting a lot more, including the Master, but no Master in this book. Also 50th Chapter wow, never thought i would get it this far, and thanks to all of you who follow and read this it means a lot.
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Once we were inside the restaurant the Doctor made me sit down and was pouring whiskey I think, though only two cups so I guess he wasn't letting me have one but I grabbed one of the glasses before he could take one and took a sip but coughed not liking the taste at all.
"That's gross, how can people drink that?" I question spluttering and coughing.
"What are you doing?" the half-face man asks as he turns around finally noticing us.
"I've got the horrible feeling I'm going to have to kill you. I thought you might appreciate a drink first. I know I would." the Doctor says to the half-face man and I just lean against the table resting my chin on my hands looking at the half-face man with a look of 'don't challenge him' way.
The Half-Face Man turns back to the control panel in the wall and pulls down a small lever. There is a grinding sound.
The Doctor slowly stands up and I just stay at the table twirling the ambler liquid in the glass around though watching him and the half-face man interact. "Fifty first century, right? Time traveling spaceship crashed in the past. You're trying to get home the long way round."
"I go to the promised land." the half-face man responds.
"So you keep saying. Okay, so your restaurant is made out of your old ship." the Doctor says picking up some flowers and gesturing for me to join him and I sigh getting up and walking over to him and he hands me the flowers put picks one off the stem placing it in my hair smiling briefly before going back to his serious look.
"You are wasting your time. It can't ever fly after what it's been through." I point out.
"The escape pod is viable." the half-face man says.
"How? You can't patch up a spaceship with human remains. You know, this really is ringing a bell." the Doctor says still trying to figure it out.
"It's rather simple really…" I start to say but am cut off as the room shakes and I nearly fall over but the Doctor catches me by my waist keeping me up.
"Okay, that's clever. How are you powering it?" the Doctor asks and walks over to the machine.
"Skin." the half-face man responds and I make a disgusted face.
The Doctor removes a fuse from the board and reads the inscription. "SS Marie Antoinette." the Doctor reads.
"That is what I was trying to tell you but I kept getting interrupted earlier, just like…" I complain figuring it out earlier and also having Dylan point it out but am cut off again by the Doctor.
"Out of control repair droids cannibalizing human beings. I know that this is familiar, but I just can't seem to place it." the Doctor says moving his hands around trying to think.
"How would you kill me?" the half-face man asks as he walks closer to us.
"Sister ship of the Madame De Pompadour." he says then sniffs the flower that he had placed in my hair and crinkling his nose taking it out and tossing it aside also taking the bouquet and tossing it aside as well. "No, not getting it."
"Again I was trying to tell you but no one would let me talk" I say frowning at the flowers that were now scattered on the floor.
"How would you kill me?" the half-face man asks again.
"Why don't you have a drink first? It's only human." the Doctor says and I pick up the glass I hadn't drank out of and held it out to the half-face man, doubting he would take it though.
"I am not human." the half-face man says.
"Neither am I or her" he says gesturing to himself then at me and I nod then shake my head.
"Since when have I not been human?" I ask confused and he just shakes his head as a 'not now'
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We were now seated at the table the Doctor and I on one side and the half-face man on the other side.
"What do you think of the view?" the Doctor asks.
"It's too high up" I mumble out not wanting to look outside at all.
"I do not think of it." the half-face man says.
"I don't think of it. I don't. Droids and apostrophes, I could write a book. Except you are barely a droid any more. There's more human in you than machine. So tell me, what do you think of the view?" the Doctor asks and the Half-Face Man gets up and draws back the net curtain.
"It is beautiful." the half-face man responds just barely looking out the window and the Doctor stands up offering for me to get up as well and I bite my lip and debate for a second but get up and take his hand as we walk over to the window but I grip his hand rather tightly.
"No, it isn't. It's just far away. Everything looks too small. I prefer it down there. Everything is huge." the Doctor says and the half-face man closes the curtain and I nod in agreement to the Doctor's statement about liking it better on the ground. "Everything is so important. Every detail, every moment, every life clung to."
"How could you kill me?" the half-face man says turning to us.
"For the same reason that you're asking me that question, because you don't really want to carry on." the Doctor says and the half-face man looks down. "What'll happen to the other droids when you die? You're the control node, aren't you? Presumably they'll deactivate."
"I will not die. I will reach the promised land." the half-face man denies.
"There isn't any promised land. This is just. It's a superstition that you have picked up from all the humanity you've stuffed inside yourself." the Doctor says turning and pulling me with him away from the half-face man.
"I am not dead." the half-face man says.
The Doctor and I slowly turn around to face him again. "You are a broom. Question. You take a broom, you replace the handle, and then later you replace the brush, and you do that over and over again. Is it still the same broom? Answer? No, of course it isn't. But you can still sweep the floor. Which is not strictly relevant, skip that last part. You have replaced every piece of yourself, mechanical and organic, time and time again. There's not a trace of the original you left." the Doctor says and holds up a silver plate between himself and the Half-Face Man "You probably can't even remember where you got that face from." he says and the half-face man takes it, looks carefully, then drops it.
"It cannot end." the half-face man says.
"It has to. You know it does. And there's only one way out." the Doctor says and opens the doors.
"Self-destruction is against my basic program." the half-face man says.
"And murder is against mine." the Doctor says and they struggle in the doorway, and I just stand frozen away from the door, not wanting to be up high in this height.
"Doctor!" I yell from inside not wanting him to get hurt as he pushes the half-face man against the door.
"You are stronger than you look." the half-face man says.
"And I'm hoping you are too. This is over. Are you capable of admitting that?" the Doctor says through gritted teeth.
"Do you have it in you to murder me?" the half-face man asks.
"Those people down there. They're never small to me. Don't make assumptions about how far I will go to protect them, because I've already come a very long way. And unlike you, I don't expect to reach the promised land." the Doctor says and the Half-Face Man turns off his flame thrower. They release each other and I rush over to the Doctor after having an internal debate about being too close to the open door.
"You realize, of course, one of us is lying about our basic programming." the Doctor says and I grip his arm hoping that it wasn't him who was lying.
"Yes." the half-face man replies.
"And I think we both know who that is." the Doctor tells him.
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We had gotten back to the Tardis and the Doctor was redecorating as it wasn't up to his liking and I was changing into something more comfortable than this stupid dress but it wouldn't come off no matter how much I wiggled or pulled. And pulling seemed to make it tighter on me.
"DOCTOR!" I yell frustrated and he walks in holding books in his arms looking at me with a questioning look.
"Yes?" he asks me and I look up at him.
"Help me get this stupid, idiotic, lame, and a bunch of other words that I can't think of dress off me, I can't get it off" I complain and he sets the books on the table beside me and easily unties or does whatever it is to get this dress of easily and I sigh in relief after being able to breath better now.
"Oh fresh air, thank you" I say turning around and pecking his lips which seems to shock him for a second before he blinks and snaps out of it clearing his throat.
"Right, you are going to change, then come back to the console room" he says clearing his throat and regaining his posture.
"Yea, yea I know, stop being so uptight, relax." I say to him but he seems to tense more. "Dam it, just stop it, I love you, and don't care what you look like, now hurry up and get the console room since you seem to have found an outfit. I say noticing his change in clothes. "And you pick magicians clothing's" I mutter under my breath but he seemed to hear me and makes an insulted face.
"They are not magicians clothing" he says.
"Says the man who has worn a extremely long scarf, a vegetable, need I carry on?" I say placing my hands on my hips forgetting that I was only down to my undergarments.
He clears his throat "No, no, no, no, just go get changed and meet me out in the console room" he says and leaves but not before grabbing the books.
"Yea, great" I mumble and turn to look at myself in the mirror. "Am I pushing twelve a bit much, he didn't seem to like physical contact, well forget it, I am not giving up physical contact, nope. New plan for twelve, get him more comfortable around being hugged and that kind of stuff." I say grinning and rushing into the bathroom to change and get a shower.
I was now wearing skinny jeans of course, as well as a purple long sleeved shirt that had stars on the top of it around the collar. I of course put on my combat boots, though a new pair since the ones I was wearing earlier got soaked and had fixed my hair in a side braid and a floral head band upon my head.
"Now off to the console room" I say and make my way quickly though grabbing my phone and sonic placing them in my pockets.
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When I got there I hear Clara "You've redecorated." she points out and I grin.
"Yes." the Doctor tells her
"I don't like it."
"Well I love it" I say finally walking in and seeing Clara back in her outfit that she was in on 'The Time of The Doctor' and I assume the beginning of this adventure.
"Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them?" the Doctor says as he is in like a recliner type chair looking at the walls and I giggle at the 'round things' since it is always the round things.
Clara seems to check out the room a bit more and the Doctor stands up and walks down the stairs catching her attention. "I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend." he tells her and she shakes her head.
"I never thought you were. Harmony had stated that pretty clear that you are hers" Clara says and I blush.
"I haven't done that yet" I mumble out turning away from them.
"I never said it was your mistake or anyone's mistake." the Doctor says and he sets the Tardis flying then shows off the red silk lining of his dark blue Crombie coat, as I said earlier a magicians outfit. "What do you think?" he asks her.
"Still think you should have a top hat that has a bunny in it, and do magic tricks" I grinning and he just shakes his head at me and I wink at him.
"Who put that advert in the paper?" Clara asks.
"Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the Tardis. Who gave you that number?" the Doctor responds with a question and come to think of it I don't know who gave that number to Clara.
"The woman. The woman in the shop." Clara says.
"Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together." the Doctor says leaning against the console and the Tardis lands. "How do you feel on the subject?" he asks her.
"Am I home?" Clara asks him looking at him.
"If you want to be." the Doctor says with a dry chuckle and I shake my head at her leaving.
"I'm sorry. I'm, I'm so, so sorry. But I don't think I know who you are any more." Clara says and her phone rings.
"You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend." he says and I shove him glaring at him.
"Shut up. I don't have a boyfriend." Clara says and I think 'yet, she doesn't have a boyfriend yet' and goes outside to answer the call and I just follow her wanting to know what this was about.
"Hello? Hello?" Clara says and looks at me weirdly and I just shrug and lean in listening and mouthing 'I want to hear who it is'
"It's me." I hear the Eleventh Doctor through the phone and my breath hitches.
"Yes, it's you. Who's this?" Clara asks not realizing who it was at the phone.
"It's me, Clara. The Doctor. And Harmony you are probably listening in" he says and I blush.
"Dam it how?" I mutter and hear him chuckle softly.
"What do you mean, the Doctor?" Clara asks confused.
"I'm phoning you from Trenzalore." Eleven says to her.
"I don't" she starts to say not understanding how it was possible.
"From before I changed. I mean it's all still to happen for me. It's coming. Oh, it's a-coming. Not long now. I can feel it." Eleven says and a tear slides down my face knowing what he was talking about.
"Why? Why would you do this?" Clara asks.
"Because I think it's going to be a whopper, and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he, he needs you." Eleven says and I try to wipe the tears that were falling from my face now.
"So who is it?" the Doctor, the current Doctor asks from half way out of the Tardis.
"Is that the Doctor?" Eleven asks.
"Is that the Doctor?" Twelve asks right after Eleven and if I wasn't trying to hold back tears, I would laugh at him being basically talking to himself.
"Yes." Clara responds
"He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young. Oh, is he grey?" Eleven asks complain about being old after being young.
"Yes." clara responds
DOCTOR 11: Clara, please, hey, for me, help him. Go on. And don't be afraid. Goodbye, Clara. Miss ya. Oh But give Harmony the phone for a second, please" he tells her and my eyes go wide and I take the phone.
"Yes?" I ask my voice cracking and I curse under my breath. "Dam it, I hate getting emotional, especaially over this" I say sniffling.
"Clam down, I know you are scared" Eleven tells me and laugh while trying not to sob.
"Shut up, of course I am, why wouldn't I be, I don't know much about what happens after what is going on with you" I say sniffling again.
"I know, but that would ruin the fun as you say" he say and more tears fall.
"Dam it. I hate you, my stupid loving bow-tie, fez wearing alien man" I say.
"I love you, you know that, and I know you will come in here soon, and I will be regenerating…" he says and I cut him off.
"Shut-up, I don't care about what lies ahead, just let me have this moment right here right now, I love you, and just because you change faces doesn't change that at all, got it you stupid, stupid alien" I say.
"I know, and I love you so, so much, don't forget that, you hear me?" he asks.
"Yea, now you have to go, so please, just be careful, I love you" I say to him once more and the line goes dead and I hand it back to Clara, hiccupping.
Clara is sniffling but takes my hand smiling sadly at me and I try to crack a smile and look at twelve.
"Well?" the Doctor asks
"Well what?" Clara responds with a question.
"He asked you a question. Will you help me?" the Doctor asks her and I just go straight to his side and kiss his cheek.
"Wouldn't dream of not helping you out" I whisper in his ear and turn to face Clara waiting for her answer.
"You shouldn't have been listening." Clara points out but I shake my head.
"But he's already lived through it, it's not like he was 10 listening to a conversation of his future self." I say rubbing my tears out of my eyes with my sleeve.
"I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here, standing in front of you. Please, just, just see me." the Doctor says trying to get her to see that he is really the Doctor.
Clara walks forward and studies his face carefully. Then she smiles a little. "Thank you." she tells him
"For what?" the Doctor questions confused as to why she was thanking him.
"Phoning." Clara says and she throws her arms around his neck and I bite my lower lip knowing he doesn't really like it but even if he tells her she will more than likely just ignore it.
"I, I don't think that I'm a hugging person now." the Doctor says rather uncomfortable.
"I'm not sure you get a vote." Clara says not letting go.
"Whatever you say." the Doctor says still clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
"This isn't my home, by the way." Clara says as she lets go.
"Sorry. I'm sorry about that. I missed." the Doctor says looking around.
"Where are we?" Clara asks.
"Glasgow, I think." the Doctor responds.
"Ah. You'll fit right in." she says then mimics a Scottish accent "Scottish." and I laugh.
"Right. Shall we, er. Do you want to go and get some coffee, or chips, or something? Or chips and coffee?" the Doctor asks.
"Coffee. Coffee would be great. You're buying." Clara tells him.
"Rather have Hot Chocolate" I mumble though noticing the world going a bit fuzzy.
"I don't have any money." the Doctor responds to her.
"You're fetching, then." Clara tells him.
"I'm not sure that I'm the fetching sort." the Doctor tells her.
"Yeah, still not sure you get a vote." Clara says shaking her head and I just roll my eyes but grab the Doctor's hand and give him a sad look.
"I got to go it seems" I say and kiss his cheek then let go of his hand as everything fades to nothing familiar and I groan and sniffle my nose clogged from crying.
"Great, I have no idea where I am" I mutter out and just walk forward trying to see where I was when I crash into someone and groan from being knocked over and quickly get up and try to help the other person up.
"I'm sorry, I am so, so , so, so sorry" I say helping the person who I bumped into up.
"It's alright, are you okay?" I hear a very recognizable voice and when I look up I see Rose's face and I cover my shock with a sniffle.
"Yea, my brother sort of forgot to tell me or even give me directions on how to get to his place, and I have a bad memory, so the only thing I picked up was Powell Estates, and something about a few blocks down from there, do you happen to know where that is?" I ask her and she grins.
"Yea, I actually live there, I'll show you where, can't he just pick you up though?" she asks me.
"Uh he can probably, I will call him once I get to the Powell Estates though, that is more recognizable and he can get me from there" I say then realize she doesn't know my name. "Oh I'm Harmony Turner, by the way." I say offering my hand and she shakes it.
"Rose, Rose Tyler" She responds and I grin.
"Well Rose Tyler I believe this is a start of a beautiful friendship" I say to her grinning as we walk toward Powell Estates.
