Chapter 14. Broken together.
Missy (Mary) pov:
After a long while Mary stopped crying and pulled back from the hug with a rising feeling of embarrassment. Sniffling Mary said.
"Scuse me. Think my brain situation has left me a tad unbalanced in the emotional parts."
While trying to ignore her cheeks that where gradually turning redder. Looking away from The Doctor in embarrassment.
Honestly, she was… she couldn't remember how old she was, but nevertheless she was old enough not to just suddenly start bawling her eyes out. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd cried. Then again there were a lot of stuff she couldn't remember so maybe she shouldn't base things off of memories.
Hang on… Never mind. She hated who she had been in the memories. She couldn't recall much, but she did know she had been a blasted puppet with megalomaniacal and a dash of homicidal tendencies.
If she wanted to cry in front of her best friend, she would damn well cry in front of her best friend. Screw whatever past her would say. She wasn't past her anymore and she would do whatever she damn well pleased.
After concluding this in her head the reddening in her cheeks died down. Sending The Doctor a glance she noticed he had been crying as well.
See? Completely fine to cry in front of somebody you… care for (definitely not that word. Nope. No word in any language meaning THAT in sight here).
Drying his eyes, The Doctor replied.
"Heh. No worries. Feeling a bit emotionally unbalanced myself actually."
Oh… that's right. He had been through a lot himself. Leaning her head to the side Mary said slowly in contemplation.
"Huh, guess you could say you are broken in a way too."
The Doctor nodded sombrely. Feeling a wave of joy at the confirmation. Mary clapped her hands together with a huge grin and exclaimed.
"Well isn't that marvellous. We can be broken together!"
The Doctor let out a surprised laugh at her statement. Seemingly not knowing how to react.
"Um… not getting what to be all chipper about again."
Oh, her dear Doctor were missing the point. Skipping over to The Doctor Mary grabbed him by the shoulders and looked at him. With the smile never faltering Mary rolled her eyes and said.
"Come on now dear. Think about it. Better to be broken together than broken alone."
The Doctor looked away at her statement. Raising her hand to his chin Mary made him look back at her. Sending feelings of tenderness and reassurance through her eyes (well, at least trying to. I have honestly little to no idea as to how one does things like this. It's so much easier when your telepathical circuits aren't all jammed up by broken pieces of memories.)
Mary continued.
"How about we make a deal?"
The Doctor sent her an expression that clearly said 'go on' (blimey, he's quiet this go around).
"Okay, how about you do your best to fix yourself and I do my best to fix myself and we both try to help the other fix themselves on the way?"
Seeing the surprised look, he gained at her statement Mary took a step back, poked him in the stomach and said teasingly.
"What's with the surprise? One cannot simply stay broken forever. Where would the fun in that be? I know Katie Wellson or whatever that apes name is has that song Broken & Beautiful, but I don't think she meant broken as in our type of broken."
Sending her an incredulous look The Doctor said, corners of his mouth rising into a semblance of a smile.
"Katie Wellson?"
Sending him a smile back Mary said.
"What? Not right?"
"No… you are spot on."
The Doctor said sarcastically. Not able to hide the grin anymore The Doctor continued.
"Kelly Clackson is indeed the one with the song Broken & Beautiful."
Giving him a light smack on the arm in good humour Mary exclaimed.
"Oi. Cut me some slack. I'm not as obsessed with those blooming primates as you are. Besides, need I remind you that my head is broken?"
"Yeah. Bout that."
The Doctor said.
"You still haven't really explained why your head's broken."
Stilling Mary tried to remember how far she had gotten before her emotions decided to dip down in the negatives. Whoops.
"Oh. You're right."
Clapping her hands together Mary explained.
"Well anyhow. To summarize you know our mind palaces?"
Looking at The Doctor inquiringly she got a nod in confirmation Mary continued.
"Well, when the puppet was in charge the puppet was the one to build the mind palace in my head. Thing is when the puppet broke so did everything it built in the mind palace. So now I have a giant puzzle that lies in pieces in a big heap in my head messing up the place, that I have to put together."
Mary said exasperated.
"Honestly, over 90% of my mind looks like one big garbage dump."
Looking at her The Doctor opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the time to say it.
Because Mary remembered something. She wasn't sure if it was important or not, but weren't this something one should in general have the common curtesy to inquire about?
"Speaking of memories. I just remembered."
Mary said contemplatively.
Maybe it's better to say Mary remembered someone.
Looking over at The Doctor, Mary asked.
"Have you seen my wife?"
Authors note: Well here ya go. Here's another one. By the way just something I would like to say seeing disclaimers in other fanfiction stories about ownership. It is highly unlikely to find fanfiction stories written by the ones who owns/created the original source material. Honestly, if you expected to find a 100% original story with a 100% concept you should not be looking at fanfiction web-sides. That is all.