My legs collapse under me.

My stomach roils, head pounding in a way it hasn't in years. All mixed with the sudden disorientation of being in a different time and place than I was a mere second ago with no warning at all.

I gag, but have nothing in my stomach to throw up; just the acidic taste of bile in the back of my throat before I can swallow it back down.

Time travel without a capsule is truly a nasty thing.

"Well, well, well. We finally meet." Says a too smooth, nasally voice. Only announced by the clack of her heels.

Slowly I look up with dead, tired eyes.

"But, oh, you do have so many names to choose from…" the eye-patched woman sneers through her dark lipstick, "The Lost Child, The One Who Saves, The Harbinger of Death. Child of Darkness, Storm's Bane, so many others… and of course, your own personal monicker: The Faith."

"What do you want." I state flatly. Not even bothering to pick myself up off the floor. Completely spent.

"Actually, it's what we don't want. Mainly, you." She drawls icily, "Silence will fall, and we can't have an Abomination like you changing any more events than you already have."

I can't help but snort at that. Letting out a dry, humorless laugh that makes the lady frown.

"Take it away." She tells her two lackeys, who step forward.

Soldiers. I note dully.

"According to the scans, this one is still partially human." She continues with a wave, "Have the medics suspend the mutation and slow down any of the resulting symptoms. We don't have any need for her, unless our first subject fails."

The guards nod, stepping forward to drag me off.

I don't say a word, just staring at the cruel, heartless woman with dull eyes that barely show the disgust and hate I feel for this organization, and particularly for her.

I can't get caught. I don't want to lose what I have all over again.

I don't want them to cut me open.

Before either of the soldiers can reach me, I brace myself for the pain, and rip off my bracelet.

Immediately there's a lurch of aching, pulsing pain. But I also feel stronger, my head clearer and more focused. Everything is that little bit brighter. Sharper. More colorful.

Before the soldiers can react, or even register what's happening, I lunge forward, using self defense my dad talked me through, but I've never tried— from another lifetime.

Hit using your palm, not your fist. It causes more damage.

His nose makes a painful crack. I try not to think about it.

Stomp on the arch of the foot.

Knee where it hurts.

The first guard is down before he can comprehend what's just happened. Everything is moving in slow motion, and yet I can feel every millisecond.

Yep, the weak looking girl, who looked like she could barely stand— let alone fight— just went on the attack.

I take his gun. It's large, I don't know what type, but it's an automatic.

All I have to go off is playing Halo and Metal Gear with my brother, and later, the illegal game downloads Mels got on my phone: when she and Rory decided to build a phone-compatible game system and tv— way ahead of their times.

The other guard, a female this time, lets off a shot. But I can see the bullet's trajectory before it even leaves the barrel of the gun. With a slight movement, it whizzes harmlessly by me. The bang ringing in my ears, near deafening.

Still holding the first gun, I lunge forward, elbowing the woman in the stomach. Then use my flexibility to aim a roundhouse kick to the side of her head.

She blocks low, assuming I'll aim for her ribs. Leaving her wide open where it matters.

The kick throws me off balance and I use the momentum to spin and slam the butt of the gun into the other side of her head.

You can't protect the brain. Hit one side of the skull and then the other hard enough and you'll cause a concussion.

The woman stumbles back before collapsing to the ground. I take her gun too — a black pistol this time—aiming both heavy weapons at the eye-patched lady. Who, for once looks stunned…

….though I don't miss how she has a disgusted sneer when eyeing her own soldiers.

I take a deep breath. Willing away the pain. Instead, thinking about something else my dad said when we were watching an old episode of Classic Who; 'Never leave an opponent with a weapon. especially when they can come back and use it against you later.'

"You underestimated me." I tell the woman, slightly breathless. Backing up and hiding just how much pain I'm in. Holding back the yellow regenerative glow by sheer force of will.

"You thought I was weak because I'm kind, but I choose to be kind regardless of what I can do."

I take another deep breath through my nose. Sparks dancing across my vision. Maybe they're dancing across my skin too. "You need to stop what you're doing, or you will die."

"Well then, shoot me." The lady says, smiling maliciously. Mockingly. Opening her arms as if to say, 'go on.'

I see her reaching back behind her for the pistol at her hip:

I shoot her in the leg.

The rebound and sheer noise nearly makes me drop the gun, pain shooting up my wrist, through my elbow, and into my shoulder.

She collapses to the floor.

The shock that I actually hit her doubles with the fact that I pulled the trigger at all.

My stomach knots and my mouth opens in a gasp as I realize what I've just done.

She looks at me with a similar expression… only mixed with more pain, and a snarl of rage. Blood seeping out of the wound and staining her clothes a dark red.

I quickly step forward on wobbly legs, taking her pistol as well.

I don't look at the growing puddle of blood, or the wound. Once again feeling like I'm going to throw up.

"Another thing you missed: I don't follow the same rules as the Doctor when it comes to guns." I rasp out. Surprised when the tremors in my hands don't echo in my voice.

Stepping back again, I spare her one final look, unsure if she can see the guilt that's wrapping around my heart.

"You… you'll regret… this." She hisses, as I take another step back.

Then I'm sprinting down the hallway. Getting away before she can call for help, or exact revenge.

I focus on the pounding of my feet and the pain that runs through my body. An explosion of white behind my eyelids, pulsing through me with every step I take.

I can't think of anything else.

I won't let myself think of anything else.

I can't.

I can't I can't I can't.

Don't think about the fact that I just injured someone on purpose.

It was self defense. self defense. defense.

A whimper leaves my throat.

I turn corner after corner, not daring to slow down.

Only skidding to a stop at a large open hanger, unsure where to go, in my panic and pain induced haze.

I scan the mostly empty room, forcing myself to walk like I belong. Step by agonizingly slow step.

It feels like time is warping around me. Everything is in slow motion. Everything is spinning and moving. There are threads all around me.

Then I'm past the door and running again, hiding around corners whenever I hear footsteps.

My ears are much too sensitive to each and every noise; like the whole building is a battlefield.

Everything and everyone is too loud.

Including myself.

Every noise echos in my skull like canon fire.

The guns in my arms weigh me down and rattle with every step. Just adding to the cacophony.

I should have just emptied the cartridges. That would have been so much easier.

But I don't remember how, and it's too late to stop now.

I can't take this much longer.

Before I can collapse and potentially burn to death via regeneration, I find a supply closet and slip inside.

Stumbling deeper into the space, I put as much junk between me and the door as possible— Sliding down the wall with a hiss once I'm done.

I set the guns down and use my foot to push them as far away from me as possible.

Fumbling, I struggle to get my bracelet back on my wrist, my hands shaking uncontrollably the whole time.

As soon as I get it on, the pain Immediately lessens to a dull ache….

But that ache doesn't fade.

I sit there, eyes closed and panting.

Free for the first moment in days.

No, I need to get out of here.

I need to get help.

I'm still in the same grungy clothes I've been in from the start, and I pat myself down.

My phone. They didn't even bother to take my phone.

Thank goodness I keep it on silent, and have the vibrate off.

With shaky hands, I bring up the Doctor's contact. Imagining Eleven's face. Locking on to his section of the Doctor's timeline.

It's too easy, and that scares me.

I dial the number.

It doesn't even get through the first ring before his voice is at my ear. "Faith?? Faith! Where are you! I'm coming to get you! Faith? Are you there?? Is this you??"

His concern breaks me.

I let out a choked sob, "Doctor.. I did something really really bad." I pull out my Tardis key, feeling it's warmth in my palm. "I'm sorry. I-I… shot someone in the leg."

There's a pause and I whimper. He's mad. He's disappointed. He hates me.

"Faith, listen to me."

"I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry." I sniff, "I didn't mean to, I was so scared. And mad. And she was going to hurt me. She hurt Amy and River and she was so— so happy about it."

"It's alright. Don't apologize. You're going to be ok. I'm going to get you out of there." He says through the speaker; soothing and confident. "I'm having the Tardis lock onto your signal. I'm so so sorry. You've been such a brave girl. Just hold on a little longer. I'm coming. I promise I'm coming."

Something in my chest uncoils just slightly and my eyes slide closed. "Ok."

There's a long stretch of silence, where I concentrate on breathing and calming myself down. Somehow finding peace in the near darkness that I've been scared to enter since the Library.

"Faith..? Are you still there?"

"Mm. Just tired. I took off my bracelet to fight n' get away."

"You did what??" He yelps, " that's— Oh Faith. I will make this better. Just don't go to sleep. Whatever you do. Do not fall asleep. Talk to me. Just keep talking. You can't get caught—"

An alarm starts up, but I barely register it. My eyes flutter at the sound, but don't open fully before closing again.

I rest my head against the wall. I'll just close my eyes for a second.

I can't sleep… not right now…. Not here…..

the Doctor said….

"Faith? Is that an alarm? Faith? What's going on? Faith!"

"….m' fine. Not gonna sleep."

"Faith, c'mon talk to me! Please!"

Too exhausted mentally and physically… regardless of the danger I'm in…. I lose the battle with my body and fall asleep.

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I jolt awake, a choked inhale cut off just before I scream.

My eyes dart around in a frenzy as my heartbeat thunders in my ears, accompanied by a throbbing ache.

I'm not tied down. There aren't any Silence. I'm in the closet.

I'm fine. I'm ok.

My surroundings are dark, but distinguishable by the crack of light under the door, but even then it's not as dark as I expect it to be…

With a groan, and some struggle, I manage to pull myself to my feet, though not without banging my head on a low shelf, tripping over three…. Janitor tools…? They probably correspond to the futuristic version of a broom, a mop, and… something I can't really identify.

Not that Identifying it will help the near heart attack I have when the three tools clatter together and nearly fall to the ground.

Replacing the object and grumbling, I rub at the bump on the top of my head, even that gesture makes every muscle burn.

Without thinking, I check my phone out of habit. Only to blink, the phone call is still on.

I can barely remember calling.

Eight hours twenty three minutes.

…Did the Doctor just forget to hang up after I fell asleep?

I hesitantly bring the phone to my ear, "He…hello? Are are you still there?"

There's a clatter, and a string of garbled not-so-musical curses, another slightly closer sounding bang, and then the Doctor's voice. "Ah Faith. Good to hear you. You had me worried there."

"You didn't hang up…?" I state the obvious, hoping he'll explain.

Never mind how vulnerable and small my voice sounds.

"It's the least I could do. Stay with you, that is." There's a shuffling and then the familiar sound of his repair work, my gosh, it's been ages since I sat watching him work like that.

"The Tardis is having trouble locking onto your location." There's a frustrated grunt and then a zap of electricity, "Ouch! But I'm working on it. I'm going to get you out of there just as soon as I can."

My heart sinks with my drooping shoulders and I slide back down the closet wall, "so I'm on my own again?"

"Amy's not with you?"

"What?" I jolt up, "No, she's with you. They tortured her to get me to predict future events. She was with you. I saw her. You saved her didn't you?"

"No no no, Faith, that's a Ganger, a copy made to look like Amy. Not Amy herself." His voice goes dark, "although it has to be connected up to a neural feed, so anything the Ganger experienced, so did Amy, wherever she is."

I groan, sinking down a little more, "it wasn't her body. It really wasn't her."

"No. It wasn't." The Doctor confirms. "That's the other thing I'm working on. Rory and this 'Amy' don't know yet."

"Then why are you telling me?"

"Well," there's a pause and I can just see him waving his hands about. Then there's another crash and a zap, "Ow! Well, you're my partner in crime, of course I'd tell you. Can't have my other half working in the dark and all that."

I almost laugh, a fond smile slipping onto my face, "you're fine without me, I'm really not that great."

"Am not— and You most certainly are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Now I do huff a soft laugh, "so I'll look for the real Amy here, and try not to get caught, meanwhile you'll be…?"

"I'll keep trying to get to you. Also do some sleuthing to figure out what the 'bad guys' are up to." He explains, "You were right, by the way. About your older self, one hell of a hide n' seek player, you are. Picked her up while you were off sleeping. Sort of needed to reassure myself you'd be fine, you know."

I let out a huff, "Man, good for her. Glad she got some forewarning. Gotta say I have a love hate relationship with myself."

"Don't we all." The Doctor agrees, and I can practically hear his eyes rolling.

I laugh again, "But my goodness I do some stupid stuff. Makes time travel pretty confusing to keep track of. Do you know how many circular paradoxes she's put me through??"

"You have no idea." The Doctor let's out a low chuckle," Sometimes I think you go out of your way to give me a hearts attack." The last part is an muffled yell.

A few seconds later someone else yells back, "I do not!!"

"Alright, as much as I enjoy hearing your voice, and apparently my own, I can't stay in this closet chatting forever. I need to figure out where to get a uniform and potentially some food too..." I tell him, soft smile still on my face. Not willing to hang up just yet, despite my words.

"Alright, be careful… Don't you dare get hurt— and I'll come get you as soon as I can… and—" he cuts himself off, going silent for a long second.

"Doctor? You still there?"

"No, it's nothing. Best of luck, Faith." With that, the call ends.

I sit there for a moment longer, messing with my bracelet to increase the power of the perception filter, then I gather together all my remaining strength and stand, pressing an ear to the door.

When I hear no footsteps, I slip out, hurrying down the corridors, taking the extra precaution to hide when I see someone, even if my bracelet will most likely stop them from noticing me— And from my experience, will keep my image from appearing on any of their security cameras.

The base has an oddly nostalgic look to it, reminding me of the hangers and various facilities on base. Simple white hallways, the occasional sign, those white fluorescent lights, and several large hangers with scaffolding around.

I only find the barracks after wandering through three separate floors. One of which held the prison cells, and another holding the med bay. The barracks level also holds the rec room, chow hall, and even a commissary.

It isn't too hard to sneak into the back of the commissary, where there's a uniform repair and replacement station and a changing room, I switch into a new set of civilian clothes, cutting off the simple bar code tags using an abandoned pair of sewing scissors. Making sure I keep at least one rail of clothes between me and the retail personnel at all times.

Next, I take a uniform in my size, wincing at the fact I have no money on me to pay for this stuff, even if I am undercover in an enemy base.

Now, I don't have an actual room assigned, and that closet will be used at some point, seeing as it's full of janitor supplies… so I'll have to figure out some other plan.

So…what to do now…?

It turns out I don't have to wait long. A group of uniformed people shuffle by like ducklings after their tour guide.

Seeing this, I swipe a pair of military boots like the ones they're wearing and quickly change once again, just putting the uniform over the clothes I'm wearing, and pull my hair into a tight bun. blowing fly-aways out of my face in exasperation. So much for that.

Of course… a military brat, a soldier does not make.

I am so gonna get caught.

As the group walks by, I slip in near the back. About a minute later one of the young men jumps, doing a double take at my presence.

I give him a stiff polite smile.

"You a new recruit too? Don't remember seeing you earlier." The young adult murmurs, slouching over to join me.

"Uh yeah, I get that a lot. Just kinda fade into the background…" I shrug, "my papers and stuff got lost during the transfer. Had to jump through all kinds of hoops." I lie, mentally chanting 'Don't overshare don't overshare don't overshare.' …It doesn't really work.

The young man gives me a scrutinizing look, and I just keep my placid expression on my face, as that mental voice in my head slowly starts shrieking like the world's on fire.

"I'm privet Evons, Tern Evons." He eventually introduces, and I calm down a bit…

Of course that doesn't stop another disjointed part of my brain from making inane comments, like how he reminds me vaguely of Peter Parker. Nerdy, but still physical enough for the military…. But definitely more on the nerdy and baby faced.

"you don't look like the usual enlisted." He comments.

Darn it.

"Airman McSweet. Fae… McSweet." I state disjointedly, that's probably way too close to Faith. Not to mention I've used McSweet as my last name quite a few times… darn.

I should have taken Gwyneth's advice and used Baird. This is the name problem at the Library all over again. "I got a position, since I'm talented in—"

shoot what can I do besides art and gymnastics?? Weirdly advanced math isn't gonna help here— I'm more likely to blow up technology than fix it unless I'm under duress…

Oh wait!! Thank you Lord for that beautiful Time-Space ship and symbiotic links!

"linguistics." I blurt, then nod as if to affirm the statement.

"Oh, you're a linguist?" Tern asks, eyebrows raised, "Chair Force and a linguist that explains your looks— no offense."

Oh my goshhh I'm an idiot. This was a stupid plan.

"None taken. Isn't a language I can't decipher. Also undercover operations. You don't expect someone that looks like me to actually be in the military." I lie again. The words tasting like ash in my mouth. Even as I silently pray for forgiveness. "Don't tell the others though." I wink. "I'm Still under scrutiny from the higher ups."

Yup. Life or death scrutiny.

Please don't give me away.

I'm definitely not suspicious or anything. Aaand I probably shouldn't have added that. He's totally gonna tell others now. Yup. I'm dead. Why the heck did I say under cover operations? Stupid!

You'd think I'd remember the one word answer rule. Lies are just words words words.

Tern gives an awkward grin, unsuspecting of my inner monologue. "My lips are sealed." Or maybe he's psychic and just a nice guy.

"What don't we want to tell the superiors?" Another, vaguely familiar, voice asks from my other side, making me jump.

"Oh uh, nothing." Tern mumbles, glancing at me. I shrug and shoot him a 'don't look at me' face.

"Hmm.. I'm not convinced." The girl states blithely, not like she's offended. More like we're all sharing a joke.

I blink at the short brunette girl with her impish grin and pixie-like features. "Clara?"

Said girl turns her discerning gaze to me, her eyebrows showing her curiosity, even as her smile stays in place. "Close. I'm Kiara. Kiara Osland. Also an airman. Nice to meet you both." She tilts her head, pursing her lips "where'd you get Clara from?"

My mouth opens and shuts a couple times, as I try to wrap my head around the Echo and all the implications of her appearance. "Ah, yeah no, she's an acquaintance, you're practically her… doppelgänger."

She inspects me for a second longer, eyes searching for something before she nods, "Cool. You'll have to introduce us sometime. Could have some fun with that."

I smile, nodding, "Uh, yeah, I'll have to do that at some point." As in, probably never.

"Meaning, probably never." Not-Clara nods, then shrugs, as I blink wide eyed at her.

She smirks at the look, winking, "You'll find I'm very clever." She answers, again reading my mind before I can voice it.

Now I'm feeling distinctly uncomfortable, my palms starting to sweat. I've got nothing to fiddle with since my abused hair ties are in my hair instead of around my wrist.

Oh wait. Bracelet. My fingers find the beads near instantly.

Man, 64 years old and still an anxious mess during adventures. Great.

I mean, I've had plenty of alien adventures by now, it's just that most of them were… less… than Doctor adventures. Less explosions, less life and death, less universe altering, less often.

We follow behind the tour guide, and at one point the man says, "and remember, We are currently on Code Orange; We aren't sure if the Faith is still on base or if she's escaped, but all personnel is to stay on high alert." As he says that, I slowly turn and look straight into one of the security cameras that won't see me thanks to the perception filter.

The next words said over the crowd's murmurs practically make me want to laugh out loud, "unfortunately we have no clear pictures of her. Keep your eyes out for a brunette of about five foot five and dressed in civilian clothes."

Oh yes. Very good description, that. Not like there aren't about ten brunette women in just this group alone.

I sidle up to Cla—Kiara, "why 'The' Faith, and not just Faith like the name."

Surprisingly it's Tern who answers, incredulous, "what, you really don't know? Tell me you at least know about the Doctor."

I shrug, giving something that is sort of a nod.

"The Faith's a title. She's a Time Lord like the Doctor," I resist the urge to correct him to 'Time Lady'. "but according to legend, she's a lot younger and nicer." Tern shrugs.

I just beat up two people and shot a third in the leg…. so I'm not so sure how true that part is.

As if to agree with me, my chest gives a particularly painful ache and I rub at the spot.

Unaware, Tern continues, "If you're gonna meet one or the other, you'd want to meet the Faith. She's supposedly the voice of reason— sort of a translator for the Doctor. She makes sure more people survive. My grandad was saved by them when he was young. Was one of the only survivors. The Doctor was too busy blowing things up at the time."

I wince, and Tern shoots me an awkward grin, "Yeah. Grandad's stories are mad. The Doctor too. He did end up saving them though. Anyway, legends say they're almost always seen together. She's the moon to his sun. Oh! An' some legends say that the Faith can see into the future, but grandad never mentioned that, so who knows if it's true. I can't believe you don't know this stuff. I thought everyone on base knew this stuff."

"Ah, well…" I give a shrug and a not entirely faked grimace, "I had some other things I was busy working on… cultures, spacial geography, particle physics. Still not really good at the second two…"

"Actually," Kiara glances between Tern and I, "I'd never heard about them either. Last minute assignment. I chose it while playing darts. Just had a feeling about it, you know?"

"Well, you two must be the only ones." Tern scoffs, "It's the whole reason I enlisted. But really, the Faith could be here right now. —Do you think she'd give me an autograph? Not for me." The kid flushes. Clearly, it's for the fanboy. "Just so I could show it to ol' grandad." He blusters anyway, not meeting our eyes.

Kiara's gaze never leaves me, even though I make a point of not meeting her eyes.

"Well, if she's as nice as you say, then maybe?" I squeak. Uncomfortable with the idea, let alone the topic. "But they made it sound like she's… under arrest? So you probably won't get the chance."

"Oi! Princesses! This isn't preschool! You aren't in basic anymore either, so keep it down and pay attention!" The tour guide snaps.

"Sir!" Both Tern and Kiara salute, clicking their heels together. I fumble just half a second behind, my face burning as a few people hide snickers as soon as the guide has their back turned again.

"Next are the Barracks. I expect you all know your room assignments and schedules already, so I'll leave you here. Males on the right, females on the Left." He solutes again and all of us gathered do the same, again, I'm just a little slow. "Dismissed."

"Right, well, I'd better go get moved in…" with that mumbled half-apology, Tern stumbles off…

That's when Kiara sidles up next to me, doing a hip check, "You're not actually an airman, are you?" She asks, brown eyes all too focused.

I snort, even as my stomach fills with ice, "pff, what? No way!"

"You're the Faith." She barrels on, still too intense, too focused.

I send her a look the screams 'please shut up' but she clearly interprets as 'you're right, please continue.' Because her face lights up. "You are! You fit— the quite frankly— lackluster description, but you definitely fit it."

I glance around, waiting for the last dorm room to close, leaving the hallway all but empty. I let out a sigh of resignation, "not yet. Time travel. I'm still too young for that." I murmur, still careful not to get too loud. "What gave me away?" The place is definitely bugged, not to mention the odd Silence wandering around. I'm also not sure how much the perception filter covers.

"Well, first off—" oh dear. There's a list. Of course there's a list.

"—actually wait a moment. You don't have a room, do you?" She doesn't wait for an answer, "No, of course you don't." The shorter woman drags me by the hand behind her to a door near the end of the hallway, glancing over at me as she fishes out her key card, "I was one of the last chosen, so I don't have a roommate—" she gives me a once over, before grinning, "or I didn't at least."

Awkwardly I shuffle in behind her, taking in the room with two beds, the small kitchenette, and the squeezed-in sofa… well, this is better than I was expecting. It's sort of like billeting when we'd move, only smaller since it's just the two of us. Like a cheap hotel room.

Kiara flops down on the sofa, the picture of ease, that is, if her eyes weren't as intense as they are. Who would have guessed that Clara would make me feel this uncomfortable.

"Okay, so first off, your shoes still have a tag on them." My eyes shoot down, and—dang it!

She's right. It's half tucked inside so I didn't notice it.

"Second, you don't have the right patches. No name, rank, nothing. It's like you're dressing up in your parents clothing but don't know the meaning of what your actually doing." I shrink a little under that accurate analogy. "Ooo! So I'm right then! Who knew the legendary Faith was a military brat!"

"Please stop!" I glance around like the Silence will peel out from the walls, but well, with this universe they just might.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. I was only joking." She's over by my side now, and it's only now that I realize how fast I'm breathing. Almost hyperventilating.

When she places her hand on mine to ease them from clenching at these clothes that aren't mine, I realize just how hard I'm trembling.

"You're okay. You're safe." She soothes, before pausing, "You are okay, aren't you?"

I shake my head brokenly, just as much the small scared child I was in the Library. "She—" I have to stop, blinking a few times, and swallow down my dry throat.

Kiara sees the action and quick as a flash is at the kitchenette, before there's a glass of water in my hands, that I take gratefully.

"She who?" She asks gently, keeping her hands on the glass so it won't spill thanks to my own trembling.

I drink all the cold water, a good portion spilling down my chin and onto my shirt, but I don't care. "The eye-patch lady." That sounds as stupid and childish as I thought it would—

"Lady Kovarian?" Kiara asks, bemused, her signature quirk of the mouth in place.

I nod shakily. "Yeah." Not sure if that's her name or not. "If the eyepatch lady finds me, she's going to vivisect me." That makes the smirk fall into one of wide eyed shock.

"Right…." She nods, taking a step away to shuffle through her baggage, "Well, I won't be the one to give you away."

"But that means you'll get in trouble. I should really just leave."

"No. Don't." She takes my arm as I try to head back for the door, "It just means that we'll need to not get caught." She hands me some fresh clothes, "Go n' take a shower, you look like you could use it. While you do that, I'll get you the proper patches and things. Then we can practice a bit before dinner." She gives me a no nonsense look, "you know that just because your Doctor isn't around, doesn't mean you need to do all this on your own, right?"

I blink, not quite comprehending. Even when he's here—especially when he's here—I do things on my own. That's how it works. I can't tell what I know.

Mels and Rory are more or less under my care... Alex helps sometimes and that's sort of give and take, but for the most part he treats it like a learning experience that I have to solve on my own and he's just there to supervise and make sure things don't go really wrong. "I don't—Yeah. Right. Um," I clear my suddenly tight throat, "I'm just gonna— thank you."

Who else do I interact with regularly? I mean there's Tria, but Princess Alphadetria is more like that friend who really needs a friend who'll be there through thick and thin and gives advice when needed.

She's super sweet and I love sharing shenanigan stories, and just messing around with her... I know she has my back if I ask, heck I'd probably have the whole Alusian Royal guard— and armada— helping out too… But I also don't want take advantage of that friendship.

Anyways, she's busy learning how to manage an empire, so I don't like to bother her too much outside of texts, and our girl's days.

I could call her if I really really need a 'beam me up Scotty!' Moment.

Actually, I should probably do that.

It'd be a lot safer.

But then Amy would be alone, and I wouldn't be able to help baby River… not that I'm certain I can help her….

Yeah no, I don't think I can do that.

How about Jack….

No wait, I haven't officially met him and I don't have his phone number.

I sink deeper into my unawareness, slipping into Time Lady senses that I'd closed off. Following the threads as they tangle and weave.

After awhile of the timelines carrying on, there's a bunch of cuts and tangles and then a feeling like drowning in cement and wrongness and—

it's like Jack in Cardiff but much much stronger.

Gasping for breath I pull away from the timelines slamming that sense closed again, as a headache begins to pound behind my temples.

Still in a daze, I let the hot water of the shower pour over me, doing the ministrations by muscle memory…and probably using too much of Clara—Kiara's conditioner.

At the very least, I'm clean for the first time in days.

When I get out, dressed in a grey Air Force t-shirt and blue exercise shorts, Kiara takes one look at me and point blank tells me "you look horrible."

Then she goes on to order me around, "I'll start teaching you the proper way to do things tomorrow. For now, go to sleep."

Which is easier said than done, since I already slept in the closet. So instead, I listen to Kiara's breathing evening out in sleep, prying open the mental doorway I'd shut and locked while in distress— and check in with Mels, Rory and Alex.

Only for Mels to immediately start screeching my figurative ear off the second I connect in. 'WHAT TOOK YOU SO FLIPPING LONG???! WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!!!'

I wince, 'could you not yell? I've got a headache.' She sort of quiets down when she hears my weary tone, flooding the bond with worry.

'What happened?' Rory asks hesitantly, 'you shut the link so tight we couldn't feel anything… we thought that you….' He lets that hang in the air

I heave out a weary breath, rolling onto my stomach and hugging my pillow like I wish I could hug them. 'Yeah, sorry, I'm kinda not dead but I also got captured by someone else who's a lot meaner than the first.'

Mels groans, 'seriously?? This is like the Alphadetria identity switch kidnap thing all over again. Please tell me you aren't wearing an alien princess's dress again.'

'I still don't get how those idiots didn't realize you weren't Alusian' Rory pipes in.

'Children.' Alex finally cuts in, since both TimeTots were obviously not going to get back on subject. 'Faith, where exactly are you? I'll come get you.'

'Probably not a good idea.' I wince. Thinking of what could happen if they got their hands on Alex.

'So, um, guyyys? I sorta kinda got kidnapped…' Mels mocks,

'And I kinda maybe blew up their base on accident when trying to escape using the teleport thingy, can you maybe come pick me up?' Rory joins in with a snicker,

'Shut up, I don't sound like that.' I groan and send over an impression of just how bad I feel. Which instantly sobers up the two, and just increases Alex's worry, 'how come I can feel you guys way clearer now? You're being way louder too. Usually it's almost a whisper when we talk like this'

'Ow! Woah, wait, you're right.' Rory states 'usually you don't feel as real as the others. Like a ghost. Now you feel more solid.'

'You didn't take off your bracelet, did you?' Alex asks, voice without any emotion.

'Uh—'

'You did, didn't you.'

'Well—'

He heaves a sigh, 'Faith, that's dangerous, and you know it. No wonder you feel so terrible.

'Yeah, but—'

'You just experienced a quantum cellular level molecular evolution that should take a millennia for the human TimeLord transformation, and you've done it in the span of minutes. You're lucky you aren't burned up regenerative atoms right now.'

'Yeahhh….' I reach over and check my phone, squinting at the screen, 'so on the bright slash and or down side— I'm now 85% TimeLady, and I personally think I've been gypped. Superior genetics my butt. Everything hurts and I'm in sensory hell.

'You should get some sleep.' Alex soothes, sending affection, love, and worry over the bond. I can feel it so much stronger than I've ever felt before, it feels like my chest will burst, so much it makes my chest ache. 'Regeneration takes a lot out of anyone, and you've been in regenerative flux for the better part of forty years, not to mention what you've just been through. Get some rest, and we'll work on getting you out of there.'

So with a string of 'goodnight Faith's, and 'we miss you's and 'we'll get you home soon's, I'm left on my own once again, only now I am tired. More so than I was before.

One second, my eyes are closed, drifting off to sleep, and the next I'm opening my eyes to a familiar burnt orange sky and wild red grass.

Sitting up, I glance around, a warm breeze blowing through my hair, the strands look auburn in the light. The grass rustling in that near silent song. Fresh clean air, dust and plant life I don't recognize, somehow timeless, like the Tardis but not. Nostalgic, but not. I've never been here before, yet I've—she's been here a thousand times.

There's the hill with the tree that I always go to in the dreams, and just like the dreams I stand and do so now, stems and leaves crunching under my feet as I wade through the grasses, small animals and insects scurrying out of my way as I move forward….

This can't be a dream, right? It's too real….

I haven't had this dream in years.

I climb the hill, the air hot and dry in my lungs, but not unpleasant, and at the top, under a tree with shimmering silver leaves are two young boys, just like always in my dream. It's only now that I realize how small I am, half a head shorter than the two.

"Took you long enough. Did you fall asleep again?" Asks the one with dark eyes and hair.

I blink and speak in English, "Gallifreyan. You're speaking Gallifreyan." In specific, the easier, child version; rather than the complicated old high version or the formal adult version—both of which I still very much suck at.

Both boys glance at each other, their countenances falling, and I realize how ageless their eyes look, like Mels and Rory. Not yet weary and old like the Doctor and Alex.

"It's happening again." The boy with mouse brown hair and blue eyes tells his friend, still in Gallifreyan. "It's like the teacher said; astral space-time projection of an alternate universal self. She's speaking an old Sol III language, like we learned in Human history class."

"Weird that she knows this is Gallifreyan. Wonder if she's met a time capsule pilot before… maybe the translator circuits broke or something." His friend rolls his eyes— and there's something dangerous lurking behind those dark irises… "But of course she'd just happen to speak a language from that stupid planet you've got an obsession over. The odds are only five billion to one against it."

"Hey! It's not stupid!"

Meanwhile I just watch the two bicker like it's a tennis match. Usually the dream shifts by now.

Or ends.

Not that I'm complaining.

I hate the howling dark place.

Suddenly, big, bright, and curious blue eyes are right in my face, almost too close for comfort. "That's weird, she's still here." Then he switches to heavily accented english, much like Rory when he was first learning, "this isn't where you belong. you're asleep. Shouldn't you be waking up now?"

I'm about to ask them something when the view behind them catches my attention, a beautiful city surrounded by a large dome like a snow globe, and finally I find my voice, "what is that place?

"That's the capital." One boy states, with a nod and a smile. Enjoy showing off something I obviously find awe inspiring. Honestly the whole place is beautiful in an alien way.

"But we're not allowed to tell you about it." The other grins, dark eyes glittering.

"Ok then, who are you? Where exactly am I?" I add the second one just for confirmation, but the boys just frown, shaking their heads,

"We're not allowed to tell you that either." Blue eyed wonder states, though with how he's fidgeting, I don't think he'd be hard to convince to break that rule…

"It's against the law. You're an outsider." The dark eyed boy sniffs.

The first elbows the second, "that doesn't mean you have to be rude about it." He hisses in Gallifreyan.

"And why shouldn't I? That's some weird alien in her head."

"No, Because that's still— it's the same person even if it's a different person. She's our friend. Just from a different universe."

"What's your friend's name, anyway?" I ask, tilting my head. Only realizing after the fact that I'm asking about something they think I shouldn't understand, since it was spoken in their mother tongue.

"We can't tell you that either, stupid. And we only tell ours to close friends and relatives." Dark hair states, crossing his arms and frowning, though behind the dangerous glint, there's the same curiosity as his friend's hiding behind that cool façade. "How about you tell us your name instead?"

"I—" I freeze, "I can't remember." I blink, looking between the two like they'll be able to tell me. "It was something important. How could I just forget?"

A warm hand grabs mine and squeezes, and once again I'm meeting the kindest beautiful blue eyes, "Don't worry, you'll remember when you wake up."

I frown, "why do you keep saying that? I'm not asleep. This is too realistic for a dream."

The two boys share another look, and start to laugh, a beautiful melodic thing, "of course." Dark and brooding states, coming into the conversation, "It's a dream for you, not for us."

"Our friend does this some times." The other explains at my expression, "Switches places. We'll probably be seeing you again. This is just the first time you've stayed long enough to talk. Sometimes she's here and talking but you're somewhere watching too. It's the eyes that give you away." He doesn't say this in a mean way, just stating facts.

Like it isn't disturbing at all that I'm invading someone else's body.

"No." I shake my head, "I want to go home. I don't want to do this to her. It's not right."

Both boys raise their eyebrows in surprise, like they don't expect that reaction. One opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, I blink and I'm somewhere else.

I'm taller. And I'm running.

I don't have control of my body.

The city I'm running through is in ruins, the sky a deep blood red. The dust in the air tastes like smoke and burnt meat. Bodies litter the ground, but I don't stop, running right past them, deep red robes tangling around my calves with every step.

My sweat slicked hand grips a smaller one tightly, they almost trip several times on the rubble, but I hardly slow down, just using my own strength to yank them up and back into a run, not even looking back to make sure the child is ok.

My lungs burn, and a four beat drum pounds in my ears, my muscles turning to liquid even as I push them forward by sheer willpower.

We run into what looks like it was once a temple of some sort, but now, just like the rest of the city, is only ruins and rubble.

We run further and further, lasers firing behind us with an ever present whirring.

"Exterminate the child! Capture the Seer alive! That. Is. An. order!" a familiar robotic voice shrieks,

"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!!!" More answer.

Voices that I have never once found terrifying, yet they fill this body— this person— with a sense of cold terror that is not my own.

We run down until the ruins turn into a cave, the marble stairs turn to stone, and the then… the path just…. drops off into black nothingness, down and down and down.

Heaving in cold musty air, wind pulling at my hair, I turn and push the small child behind me.

Meeting the eyestalks of pepper pots that are much larger than I expected them to be.

"The Seer will surrender!" The thing screams.

Defiance wells up. Both me and her. She glances over her shoulder, up this time.

And I see it. A tear. Time and space, all of creation, swelling up and looking back at me, and if I look closer, even more than just this universe alone— too much too much too much—

"Sorry. You shouldn't look." Her eyes look down at the fall, "It could drive you mad." My voice and not my voice says, her accent strange and foreign and familiar, and for a second I don't know who she's talking to. "You're here, aren't you? It's funny, I used to hate having you in my head, taking control of my body from time to time… but here at the end, it's a comfort." She looks down into fearful wide familiar doe eyes,

"The Seer will remain silent! Surrender! Surrender!!!"

She turns back around facing the Daleks.

"I love you, my precious little warrior. Forgive me." She whispers in that beautiful ancient language, her hands trembling, she squeezes the little hand that clutches at her hand and skirts. And she smiles at the Daleks. "No. I don't think I will."

She lets gravity take control, tipping her backwards and into infinity. She looks up into the multiverse and it leers back. The black howling snaking forward to devour her, even as the light takes her brother.

She screams his name trying to reach him before it's too late.

He shrieks and reaches for her.

Their fingers brush, almost, so close…

The black jaws of the serpent snap shut around her. The empty place. The howling. Nowhere. The place between universes.

No gravity. No time. No space. No air. No light. No sound. No hope.

The ringing screams of the damned, trapped and yet silent.

Dark. Dark. Darker. Looking into our souls. For ever and ever.

And then a light. A small tiny pinprick of light.

A scene. Me. Walking in the sunlight. Florida. So so so young. Ages ago. A lifetime. Our eyes meet—

I wake up with a gasp, curling in on myself as each pound of my heart is accompanied by pain.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

I poke my eyes over the crumpled blanket and pillow; to see Cla—Kiara, getting ready for the day. "Was just about to wake you up."

A static shiver goes from the tips of my toes all the way up my spine and to the top of my head.

That… that… dream?? Was way too realistic.

I can still feel the echo of grit on my skin. The smell of ash and burnt flesh… red grass and dust.

I shiver again, and push myself out of the blankets, taking my phone and quickly putting in the date, both linearly and temporally— a headache to calculate— and then as much as I can remember about the… dream? Vision? Astral projection?? Whatever it was, I write it down as I'm hurriedly getting ready, to the background music of Kiara's 'C'mon! Hurry hurry hurry! We're gonna be late!'s

At the very least, Kiara is one of those people who likes to be early to being early, so we made it to the chow hall with plenty of time to spare. She even showed me how to wear everything properly, and how to respond to 'superiors' and other stuff I should've learned at the basic training I didn't actually attend.

The food is… well, weird.

And here I'd just gotten used to the food here, only for my taste buds to change on me again.

Sooo I add an obscene amount of sugar, salt, and other condiments to my tray of breakfast foods, in a way that no sane human would. Eventually deeming it acceptable, I stare Kiara dead in the eye and stuff my cheeks with my monster creation. Kiara's eyebrows rise with each bite, her expression stuck somewhere between horror and morbid fascination, until I can't take it anymore. "Your face!" I laugh.

Kiara rolls her eyes and takes a bite of her own food, only to make a face, "oof. That's… a taste. Now I get why you did that. Wish they'd let us use the kitchen. I could make my mum's soufflé. Haven't gotten it right yet, but it would probably come out better than this."

I hum noncommittally, shoveling the sort-of-still-bland food into my mouth to get it over with as fast as I can.

"So, you two happen to catch sight of the Faith yet?" Tern asks as he sits down next to me, "I was looking for her my entire patrol."

Kiara and I share a look, before I turn to Tern, "nope, can't say I've seen anyone who matches her description."

Unless you count the mirror this morning.

"Yeah, she's a legend, no way she'd get caught that easily."

Kiara and I share another look, "yeah. No way would that happen." I time it perfectly and Kiara nearly chokes on her drink, trying not to spew it everywhere as she coughs.

"Damn, you all right Osland?" Tern asks, half standing in concern, but she waves him off.

"So McSweet, what's your story?" Tern asks, once Kiara gets ahold of herself.

I finish off my food in one last big bite, my eyes locking on two tall, dark, and uglies stalking into the room.

Hello Silence, my old friend… Please don't come bother me again.

"Fae. Fae he means you." Kiara states in a deadpan, and I turn back to them.

"Mphf? Whaph?"realizing I'm being rude, I hold up a finger to wait and swallow with a cringe, "sorry, what was that?" I ask, refusing to look back at the Silence.

"What's your story? Where're you from?"

"Uhhh, pff, sort of everywhere? Family travels a lot." I shrug, "been living on a farm for awhile before coming here. Not much else to say." I prop my elbows on the table, leaning forward, half to hide my face from the Silence, and half out of genuine interest, "So how about you two? What's life like for you guys?"

"Well, I lived with my parents, two brothers, three sisters, and my grandad on Jarak 5. Left as soon as I could so I could make some money to send home to everyone." Tern shrugs, "Grandad's a historian because of his experience when he was young. So after growing up hearing all of these stories and legends about the Doctor and the Faith, I found this place and it seemed like the perfect fit."

"Woah, five siblings! I've only got two. You the oldest?" Of course I go for the most mundane part of that introduction. I should have asked about Jarak 5. Now I really wanna know what it's like.

"Yeah, by two years. How about you, Osland?"

"Kiara. And I'm an only child. Just me, my mum, and dad."

"Aww, you poor poor lonely soul." I Joke, placing a hand on my heart and the other on my forehead in a swoon, eating a laugh. "also same as Kiara, just Fae for me too. McSweet sounds weird."

We continue on, joking and laughing, like everything is normal. Listening to stories while sidestepping any intrusive questions with vague answers that still satisfy the askers. I never do get back to asking about Jarak 5.

As we clean up, Kiara freezes in place, her face going pale, "oh my god. Oh my god. What is that??" She grabs for my arm without looking away, I glance between her and a Silence, my face going blank.

"What the hell?!" Tern yelps, turning to us, "please tell me…." He blinks, "sorry, what were we talking about?"

"That. That's what we were talking about!" Kiara hisses, her fingers digging into my arm.

"Oh. Those." A passing soldier grins, eyes on the Silence. "Yeah, they're harmless. Get erased from your head when you look away. We'd brief you lot on them, but well…" he looks away and blinks, making a face, he walks away.

The Silence turns towards us and I stiffen, "C'mon. We need to leave." I murmur, grabbing Tern's hand, and marching them both away with me, even as they ask questions that bring images of Amy's tear stained face to my mind's eye.

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The rest of the day is spent in boring mundane patrols looking for myself— and that's not even me being metaphorical— and playing hide n' seek with the Silence.

Basically turning and walking in the opposite direction every time I see them. Not to mention listening to the rumors about myself that spread across base like wildfire.

I even spent some time looking for the real Amy, regardless of the fact that I know Melody ends up elsewhere. Obviously that search turns up fruitless.

The next three days follow much the same way.

I thought I was in the clear, or as much as I can be until the Doctor shows up, but I was wrong.

We were in the Rec Room, playing a holographic version of Mario Cart— well, something like it anyway. It was all fine… although Tern had started acting funny. Agitated. Kept throwing me glances when he thought I wasn't looking.

"Hey… Faith?" He asks mid game,

"…Yeah? What is it?" I answer, sticking my tongue out while trying to make a speed jump shortcut… only for my kart to fall into the river chasm below and get carried back to the race track. "Aw man! Dang it! —So what's up?" I ask again, starting up my car again and— wait. He said Faith, right??? Not Fae. Ohhhh shoot.

"Oh Gosh. It really is you, isn't it? I—I— I might have really messed up big time." My heart drops with a painful ache.

Kiara pauses the game, turning to Tern "please tell me you didn't do something stupid."

"Well, I didn't know she was the Fai— wasn't one of us! A superior asked me about her and I told him and she wasn't on the register!"

Kiara growls, yanking at her hair, "you idiot! You absolute moron!" She drops her controller and marches over to Faith, "C'mon Faith. We need to get you out of here. Now."

"W— I'm sorry!" Tern calls as we leave, Kiara dragging me by the hand.

"Ok, ok… how do we get you out of here? Can we get you out of here??" Kiara mumbles as she keeps jogging forward towards the hanger. "We could hot-wire a ship? How hard could that be? Have you ever hot-wired a ship?"

"Not a ship, but I've seen my niece do cars often enough. Can't be too different, right?" I jog a little faster, overtaking Kiara and guiding her down an off branch when a Silence steps out of a doorway further down the corridor.

There's a shout and then gunfire, barely missing us as we skid around another corner.

There's more yelling and rushing footsteps.

We slam through a door leading to the hanger, with an 'Authorized Personal Only' sign written in big letters.

We dash towards the closest spacecraft, I try to yank the door open, but it's locked. "darn it! Come on!"

"Halt!!" Someone yells, and out of every door soldiers run. I shield Kiara from view with my body, pushing her into a crevice in the ship where they won't see her.

"Wa— Faith..!"

"Shut up and don't let them see you." I hiss, raising my hands above my head. "Don't come out until it's clear, and if anyone asks, you were my hostage."

I step forward and away from the ship, slowly eyeing all the people who surround me at gunpoint.

One woman walks forward. Bandages around her head, and a black eye, walking as if each step hurts her. Oh shoot. I hurt her way worse than I meant to.

"So, we meet again." The woman states, face blank. She steps into my personal space and I shift half a step away, only to hear the clicks of multiple safety switches flipping off.

The next second there was a fist in my gut, excruciating pain, as all the air gets pushed out of my lungs. I collapse to my knees, coughing as stars float across my vision.

"Not so cocky now, are you?" The woman sneers above me. There's some jeers from the surrounding crowd and she kicks me in the ribs, then does it again.

I try to get my hand under me, the other holding my side. Need to push myself up. But something slams into the back of my shoulder, flaring up excruciating pain like I've never experienced, and I black out.

—————

Shhk shhk shhk.

What is that noise?

My neck aches. Why is that? Actually, everything aches.

Spinning.

Everything is spinning but it's wrong. I can't tell where anything is. It's just all wobbly.

Shhk shhk shhk.

It's my feet.

My feet dragging against the floor. That's what's causing the odd noise.

"Hey, do you think this is really her? The one in the legends? I mean look at her, she's practically a kid." A voice booms above me. Too loud. Way too loud.

"Who knows. It doesn't really matter. We just have to do our job."

"Yeah… still, it doesn't feel right."

My wrists are held in two tight grips.

No.

No no no no no! Not again. Please no.

I flutter my eyes open, unintentionally wincing at the bright lights.

One of my captors curses, "I think she's waking up! But that dose was supposed to knock her out for hours!"

"These things have fast systems. Apparently even a Half can cope faster than a normal human. Hurry up and give her another dose— you heard what she did to Danials and Crewmen!"

"No no no! Wai—" I start to struggle, but something is jabbed into my neck and I scream. Ice cold enters my system and my limbs go limp, darkness taking me again.

——————

Everything feels dull, there's an ache still, but it's manageable. Sight, sound, taste, even thought. Everything is less.

There's a bandage around my neck, a small bump on the back that shouldn't be there, but I don't dare touch it. Every time I try to reach out to my bonds, it feels like my head is going to explode. The only one I can feel now is the Tardis, and even that is weak.

I woke up in a white room, in white clothes, on a round white bed.

The food is bland but I force it down, so the doctors won't stick a tube down my throat like they threatened.

There isn't any scarring, but I know what they did. I can't feel the spinning. I can't feel the strings of time around me. I can't track time passing or where I am in the universe. My body feels too weak, my lungs like they can't get enough oxygen.

There is no color in this place. Only my hair and skin. I think I've classified every color I can find in both a million times over.

Yet even that is dull.

The room is nice, large and with a comfortable bed, but in the end, it's a cage.

I pace, coming up with world after world in my head. Scenario after scenario after scenario. Anything to take me away from these white walls and the silence.

They took my phone but left me my key and bracelet for whatever reason.

Sometimes, someone comes for me…. And then starts the agony.

The first time, the Director was so mad that she wouldn't let them give me any anesthetics.

That is, until in my loopy state I started talking Christianity and how "hey look! now I'm just like those missionaries!" With a drunk giggle that added to the searing pain of the incision they were cutting at. And also "you're like a church too right? Kinda like the Spanish Inquisition. Nobody ever expects them." One of the surgeons flinches, another snaps something I can't remember and the next thing I know I'm waking up

I always wake up in my bed again, my throat sore and raw. It always hurts when I wake up. I can't speak for a day or two after that, not that I have anyone to speak to. But that also means I can't sing. Singing is a very good distraction.

The Director apparently did not appreciate the insinuation that she was torturing me before sending me to my death.

Or that I thought my religion was anything high enough to compare with hers. She told me as such.

True. Mine isn't as low as hers. It's based on love and mercy and healing.

She didn't like me saying that either.

But that doesn't really matter.

Faith. My name is Faith. I chose it. It has meaning. A promise.

He said he'd come for me.

I can do this. It's not as bad as it could be. I'm fine. I'll be fine. Everything will turn out ok.

It will.

It has to.

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A/n I swear I enjoyed having Faith shoot Lady Kovarian in the leg way too much.

Actually I just had a lot of fun with this whole chapter :D I love writing!

Lol I imagine Faith playing parts of the Metal Gear Solid soundtrack in her head during some of the scenes in this chapter. And the Jim from The Office moment cracks me up. Yeah, I just had a ton of fun with this one. ((YOULL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE CLIFFHANGERS! Mwahahahaha!))

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