Gregory
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This is yet another of my original fics, inspired by the universe of Doctor Who, again this is all owned by the BBC, not me and I am not publishing to make any profit. This is the final part of the story that begins the tale of Gregory.
There was a flood of memories: Time slowed allowing Pain to replace her.
Gregory's mind finally opened. Human parts of his brain were now merged seamlessly as his Time Brains re-established themselves….
* * *
"Our Dearest Friend will surely have something to say about that." Said a buxom young Countess to his left, Grigori chuckled, a rich throaty sound, "Of course, I believe that War is inevitable, and surely it will be good for Russia, but we must always remember the peasants and workers who serve Papa. Surely the War will make them suffer." The young women around him twittered emptily…
* * *
He felt the bullets bury themselves in his back, causing him to stumble onto the ice-locked river, he spun and collapsed. Yusupov loomed over him smiling. The smile caused him to remember another smile on another world a long time ago. Yusupov levelled the revolver at his hated foe, spat and squeezed the trigger. Merciful oblivion opened its jaws and swallowed him whole.
* * *
Another salon, a different time, again the ladies laughed, this time at someone else.
"And I declare that the galvanic energy contained within this frog will create a bizarre reaction unknown to the sciences of today."
The middle aged gentleman, leaned over to a lady-friend, "He means the legs will twitch."
"Good Lord! I hope it won't be to macabre!" Gregoire nearly creased, but refrained,
"I'm sure Mademoiselle, will not find the spectacle too gruesome." The alchemist had stopped and was glaring at them, "If I may be permitted to continue. Monsieur Le Comte."
"Of course, of course," and snidely he added, "I'll let you know if you go wrong."
The demonstrator coughed and continued, "If we observe the battery here, and we add these wires to the frog, then the galvanic energy will activate the muscles of the legs…."
He interrupted by a wheezing that came in short stabs, punctuated by yelps of mirth, the Comte who previously interrupted him was laughing helplessly. Gales of laughter rolled over the audience, who looked at the noblemen with curious expressions on their faces, only a few gentlemen and ladies smiled knowingly.
The poor alchemist looked completely befuddled like a small rodent in the headlights of an oncoming coach. His frantic features formed themselves into an arrogant sneer, "Well Monsieur, what is it that you find so amusing?"
The Comte sat up after the spasms of hilarity, wiping his eyes with a kerchief, "Did I interrupt?" he said, as innocent as a babe, but in his eyes there was a knowing look that the alchemist noticed.
* * *
Gregory sat up, he patted the Eye of Harmony lovingly, "Thank you, Old Girl." He returned to the Console Room and began scanning the surrounding area for time distortion. He found what he was looking for, as the view-screen showed the agents questioned his Cousin…
* * *
House Heartdown, almost four hundred years ago.
Threads, his youngest Cousin, was enduring brain-buffing with her avatroid. She was reciting the somethingth or other of Rassilon, Avanogregoriletraann was sitting in the back, reading a book he had found on Alzara IV. It was interesting treatise on the Elder Gods and their significance into minor events of the Universe, such as black holes. He chuckled as he turned another page on the Black Guardian's interference in the high art of advanced tea making, and effects of Chaos on Brownian motion. The Kithriarch bustled in importantly and turned to where his feet were up on the desk. She coughed snootily, Avano turned to her and smiled, "Hello, Phyllisopora, isn't it nice to see you!"
"A Word Now." She growled to him. He kicked his feet off the desk, dropped the book lightly, and stalked out following the Kithriarch. They walked across the meadow towards the main hall, but Phyllis turned round to him. "What do you think you are doing here?"
"I returned to visit my Family, is that so bad?" replied Avano innocently.
"You always return for a reason. What is it?" answered Phyllisopora.
Avano moved in close to her "He's back."
"Who?"
"Our Eldest, Salyavin escaped from Shada."
"Dear Other, he's alive!"
"He's established himself on a small planet, he's a teacher at a small college there."
"How did you know?"
"I helped him, he's managed to erase memories of Shada, the populous of the Capitol was never generally aware of the prison asteroid, it's been removed from the Matrix too."
"But…that means he'll be trapped on some backwater world for the rest of his life."
"Fine. He accepts that. He was going to retire anyway." Avano turned to leave, he stared to move towards the skimmer hanger.
"Wait. What are you going to do?"
"I'll go back to the Capitol, continue to work for the CIA. What I've always done"
"Do you want to go back?"
"No."
* * *
He switched off the view-screen, and turned to the controls, he activated the dematerialise controls and punched in the co-ordinates. He thought of all the possibilities that awaited him, right now, they were all he had…
FIN
Not many people to thank here, but Drox, Alteng, Psychic_Suzanne and my mate Nick for their support and being my sole reviewers, who gallantly read through this rubbish and said "this or that in you disgusts me…" or was that Robert Browning. Anyhow I must thank you for reading this, it's taken some stamina and I now must ask you to help me, does Gregory remain wandering with his TARDIS across Space and Time or will he disappear into the aether?
Dear Reader, I leave the answer with you….