(A quick description of our inspired's powers: knowledge of every species in the universe. Knowledge of time is locked away. The ability to see 'paths' or options and The outcome on time. Mental abilities ex. Teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, ect. The ability to see auras, after seeing an aura The ability to recognize a species. They're able to make their auras to others, and her mental capacity far outstripes other timelords. They're an empath, meaning they feel what others feel by touch, but they can sense strong emotions from universes away.)
The Inspired
On a far off planet known only as Gallifrey there is a race of beings. They are called TimeLords. Every year, a few selected eight-year-olds, the especially clever or strong who had finished all of TimeLord schooling in five short years, are chosen to gaze into the Untempered Schism, a tear in time. When a child gazes upon the Schism they either run away, go mad or become inspired. It is rare to be chosen, only ten each year out of billions, but it is even rarer to become inspired, only happening once in a millennium. The inspired can understand things that no other beings can, they can see time as clear as day. There are legends of the inspired, legends of gods and goddesses of strange powers. This is one such legend, but it does not begin with a goddess, but a frightened child of just eight years old. The story of an inspired.
Zaria,as she was know on Gallifrey, currently found herself in the most terrifying, yet universally important moments in well... The universe. It was the Gazing Ceremony, the moment when ten promising Time Lord and Ladies looked into the Untempered Schism and saw the vortex. Zaria stood beside Theta and Koeshi as they watched four torches be lit, one at each corner of the now closed schism. The high council completed the ritual, and the children were constructed to close their eyes. The gazing ceremony was private to every participant, it was a turning point of their lives and the moment their names were chosen. Zaria thought it was daft, having the lives of children so young be decided so early. She believed it was better to let people decide their fate for themselves, but tradition was tradition and she closed her eyes, not wanting to bring shame to her family. 'That's the other thing' she thought. 'When looking into the Schism you either run away or go mad, you are practically forced to destroy your life by looking inside the schism'.
That was the reason Zaria was terrified. She was leaving behind her family, for there was no chance to become inspired and the other options were, well, ... Yea. Zaria squeezed the hand of one of her closest friends, Koeshi as his name was called by the president. She wanted to watch, watch the moment she lost her friend, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. Only silence was heard as he looked into the schism. Then, suddenly he just laughed. It was bone chilling and blood curdling, and it broke Zaria's twin hearts, Theta's too she was sure. He hadn't been inspired or compelled to run, no, her and Theta's closest friend had gone insane and it was a bad case telling from the laughing. She reached out for Theta as Koeshi whispered his name to the council and was dragged away to the asylum, a holding cell for the mad.
One by one every child was called, most running away and two becoming mad. The last two children were left, holding hands, knowing that their world, their lives, their beings were about to be torn from them. As Theta's name was called Zaria stiffened, knowing that her friends were all lost, yet still hoping that maybe, just maybe they would be saved from the impending doom.
She heard the crunch of the gravel like dirt that surrounded the schism as Theta approached it, and the erie silence as he gased into it. Her hearts were beating uncontrollably, practically praying that he would be saved, inspired by the schism. The sound was only broken by Theta running to the council and whispering his name in a rush before dashing through the grass, leaving Zaria alone with the schism.
When Zaria's name was called, she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light. Around her was the burnt orange sky and the silver leaves that she, Koeshi and Theta had adored so much. Had. She'd already come to terms with the time-shattering reality that was her fate. She walked to the schism and saw the old council men slowly raise the barrier. Her breath hitched. In front of her was all of time and reality and it was... Beautiful, breath taking, unimaginable and indescribable all at once.
At first it just seemed to be swirls of gold and purple floating around in a circle, and she thought she was going mad, but soon it began making sense. She could see -things- and She could understand them. She saw the beginning of the universe and the end, then she saw everything packed into the middle. Zaria just sat there and saw. She had no consciousness anymore, she WAS everything and everything was her. She didn't register slowly floating in the air, and storm of lightening surrounding her, whipping around the clearing. She didn't see the light ripping through her body, pouring out of her eyes, nor hear the repeated phrase being sung to those around her. "The Seer, the most inspired" it sang happily, and sadly all at once. Zaria was just overwhelmed, completely overtaken by time and space. The last conscious thought Zaria even remembered was floating forward, directly into the schism, engulfed in the light of regeneration.
Many, many many many years later, Zaria's eyes snapped open. She looked around. It was darkness. She felt out, looking for a time, even an age. Blimey. It had taken nearly 1000 years to adapt and evolve to the schism. Her knowledge of her time was locked away safely, but her knowledge of the universe was present, the knowledge of every single creature and being past present and future, not specific events in her future though, that was locked away, just history. The Seer moved around and groaned. Those 1000 had not been bliss. Every millisecond of every year, age, time she felt -everything-. She felt every death, every life, every emotion and hard decision. She had felt every sound and story and laugh and it had hurt.
Every wound in the universe hurt enough, but before she had evolved, the vortex energy had tried bursting out of her body. It was pain unlike anything ever felt or any pain that ever will be felt. It far surpassed the pain of rewriting your biology of regeneration, it was pain in its most raw form. Zaria was still convulsing slightly, still feeling phantom emotions and feeling from the universe. She was probably the strongest empath ever and that sucked.
Zaria opened her eyes and focused her self. She focused on a small little hospital on the planet earth. It was one of her favorites planets, being so open and curious about everything. Yup, she loved earth, the pure inspiration flowing from it. That wasn't the reason She was going to this particular hospital, no, something was drawing her to it. Now, she had knowledge of her time, but as someone in the universe once said "Spoilers". She closed her eyes and imagined that little hospital, and when she opened them again she had transported there.
Zaria squeezed her eyes shut as she felt an especially bad torture session somewhere in the universe. She supposed some recuperating time was needed. The language would be the tough part though. Speaking every language made it a bit confusing. Writing things down would work, she supposed, until she sifted through the languages, if she could find English writing in all her thoughts. She honestly didn't trust her still new consciousness to speak at all, let alone the right language.
Zaria, or Jane Doe, the most common earth name, as she would be known, walked inside the hospital, on March 29, 2007 (two days before the episode aired, that's how I'm doing the dates for this episode) and glanced around. It was pretty clean, as human places could be, and the staff looked friendly enough. She greeted the woman at the desk with a price of paper that read "Greetings", however, Zaria struggled, her brain still hardwired to write in the intricate circles of High Gallifreyan. The woman greeted her back aloud and called for someone in the back, a nurse she supposed was the earth term. A new person stood there. Her skin was a rich chocolate and her eyes held a certain kindness. "I'm Martha," the woman said. "What is the matter?" Zaria looked up. Now that she looked around everything seemed a bit tall. Hmm she'd assess this later.
'I'm Jane, Jane Doe.' The woman, Martha smiled indulgently at the name. 'I've been having migraines every day for the past few weeks,' she wrote slowly, knowing that her writing was still a bit wobbly. Martha seemed to notice this but did not comment.
"Follow me then,'' she spoke soothingly. "Where are your parents?" she asked after a while of walking. Parents? Why'd she want to know that. Best not give anything away.
"At work", Zaria write, fumbling with the notepad clutched in her hands. Was that response valid on this planet? A look flashed in Martha's eyes, -whether it disbelief of pity, Zaria did not know- but she nodded and led Zaria into a bed. Zaria decided she would sleep until she found the reason she came. Zaria just closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, two full days in fact, scaring the hospital staff senseless. She deserved the sleep though, after all, she might've been unconscious for 1000 years, but her mind was active every second of it.
Two days later, on March 31, 2007 Zaria felt a new presense enter the hospital, an alien presense. Well, besides the plasmavore currently sitting across from her. She could deal with the plasmavore. She needed to see the aura of this newcomer though, then she'd be able to identify it. Luckily, the being was being brought to the same room as her. Walking inside the room was another medical student, not Martha though, this one wasn't the brightest. The other person, the being, she corrected herself, walked inside. It was a man of around thirty and he had spiky brown hair and matching eyes. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and a tan trench coat over it. He had blue... Trainers, that's what they were called, on. She saw the aura quickly. It was pretty potent, one of the most potent in the universe. a TimeLord. Not an inspired, a runner, by the look of the aura. That shouldn't be right. Gallifrey was blown up. Well, she wasn't complaining. The woman seemed to be informing him of his 'roommates' as they walked inside.
"Yes, an elderly lady and a small child. Seems to be mute. Yeah, been sleeping for a couple of days" she said. Small child? What? Where? She looked down. A mute child. Great It was her. Her body hadn't changed since it has regenerated at the schism ceremony, and somehow she hadn't noticed. How dense. She cursed. In gargin, an alien language. That received a small curious look from the Time Lord. She guessed now was a good time to find the language. Earth, english.
"Art thee able to comprehend the w'rds coming from mine own that from which we speak?" she asked aloud. "Nay, too fusty f'r this century" she cursed. Wrong time. "Was ist nun? Ist das richtig?" She asked again, in german. "Kein falscher Ort jetzt". Ugh, now the wrong place. She kept trying, going through old French and new French even a couple of alien languages. The timelord seemed to stiffen at those. "ahh maybe this one?" She asked tiredly.
"er yes", the timelord said. Zaria looked up. Finally.
"well that took an excessive amount of time" she said to nobody. "I'm Jane, Jane Smith. Tell me, what is your name" she asked, now directing her gaze to the timelord.
"John, John Smith." He said. He was obviously lying, duh, but so was she.
"Hmmm. Well how bout we compromise. I'll tell you my real name and you tell me yours." She said. This TimeLord would have no knowledge of her, for she had been taken into the vortex just as she looked. He seemed to ponder for a moment.
"Well sure" he said grinning. "I'm the Doctor". She supposed he expected a reaction. She just nodded.
"I'm the Seer, nice to meet you." She said, walking over and holding out her hand. He took it and shook, pausing as she said her name. He didn't say anything, so Zaria sat by his bed. "What seems to be the problem, I never thought I'd seen an alien in a human hospital" she said. "Oh of course I know, you recognized the languages I used" she said, cutting off his sentence. He looked at her strangely and suddenly a sharp pain pierced her brain. She knew what that Feeling was, it was the feeling of a mind probe. Who does he think he is. She grabbed her head from the pain, it seemed he was fairly strong, and pushed him out forcefully. She held her head in her hands. Her brain was throbbing, and shooting off warning signals about this man. She normally could send his mind reeling into next week (literally) , but her newly conscious mind was having none of it. "Oh you are so lucky I don't kill you for that spaceboy" she growls, getting a sense of deja vu from some moment in time and space. She was getting a redhead, and a giant spider? Whatever that wasn't important. He seemed startled, his face contorted into confusion.
"How did you block that?" He asked, subconsciously rubbing his temple. It seems that mr. Mighty TimeLord wasn't used to being bested. She ignored the fact that she was also a Time Lord.
"Well you might as well have rammed a bloody truck into a titanium wall you daft man, now if you excuse me I'm going to get some human medicine for this raging headache" she snapped. His face changed a bit, it looked surprised and... Smug? That arrogant prat. Zaria just found a nurse and told her she had a headache. She was given a white pill and some water, so she popped it in her mouth and swallowed it. She glanced at the bottle in the woman's hand and gasped. Aspirin. She needed to detox quickly. She could already feel the convulsions from the poison. Her stomach was churning and her head was throbbing worse. She ran over to her hospital bed and leaned against it. The Doctor was looking at her, slightly concerned. She looked at him and sent a mental probe.
'help! I need salt, protein, ginger and a shock.' She practically screamed mentally. Her looked shocked. It was the TimeLord detox sequence after all. She just pushed thought into one word 'aspirin'. She took a shuddering breath and collapsed, convulsing. The TimeLord seemed to be helping her at least. In front of her was canned fish, salty, beef jerky, protein, ginger soda, ginger and nothing... He'd found nothing for a shock. She quickly gulped everything down, hoping he had a plan and suddenly a burning sensation spread through her cheek. He'd slapped her.
That was a right enough shock and suddenly her body convulsed and She let out a shuddering breath, thick black smog being released. She slumped down. Detoxing normal poisons was bad enough, but aspirin took a lot out of a TimeLady. She stood up and saw the Time Lord looking at her oddly. Ah... Yes. She hasn't told him she was a time lady. Whoops. "So... Um..." She said shakily. He looked furious, relieved and shocked all at once.
"what the bloody hell?" he asked. She couldn't blame him.
"The Seer is my given title, like the Doctor" she said. He nodded as if to say 'duh'. "I'm a TimeLady obviously, but I was taken from Gallifrey when I looked into the Schism" she told him, rolling her eyes as she pointed out the obvious. He looked a little... Nervous? Surprised? Relieved? Something she couldn't read through his mind without touching him. "The real question, spaceboy is how you're here. Gallifrey is... Gone" she said, growing sorrowful towards the end. It was his turn to grow sorrowful. He looked lost in the memories of Gallifrey.
"U-um about Gallifrey. I-its all my fault... A-all of it... I destroyed Gallifrey. I-im sorry" his voice broke as he whispered these words. She choked on her breath as she jerked up her head.
"No. Not you. You can't be" she muttered slowly. She looked straight in his eyes, and with all the hope she could muster she muttered one word. "Theta?" She asked. The Doctor looked up. He looked into her eyes and stared.
" Who-" he began asking. It was him. It was Theta. All she did was launch herself at him, albeit awkwardly with her small from.
"Lord, Theta it's me. Zaria. I-I missed you" she said, as she gripped his shoulders. He just sat there gaping at her like she had just announced that she was his long lost friend from nearly a millennium ago. O wait.
"N-no. No it's n-not you. You aren't h-her." He whispered. He seemed to gather more resolve. "No you're lying. They said she died. She was a special case and died after looking into the schism. You're not her. The TimeLords are dead. All of them " He said firmly, almost threateningly. Zaria just blinked and lowered her head, moving his two hands over her two, beating hearts.
"Theta Sigma" she said softly, using his academy nickname. She pretended not to notice how he flinched at the name. " I'm so, so sorry I left you, but I'm not the liar. They were" she let those words sink in for a moment before telling her story. " I *was* a special case, Theta. I was inspired, but I was also drawn to the schism and taken into it. I've been there for 1000 years, and I'm so so sorry I left you." She didn't know what else to tell him, but he suprised her by putting on a strange expression, something she recalls as a 'pout'?
"I believe you Zari." He said softly before the pout came back full force. "But does that mean that your older than me?" He was pouting still, looking like a kicked puppy. Zaria grinned, then frowned.
"At least your not stuck in this" she said, motioning to her small body. He grinned, then the grin grew wider.
"Midget" he teased. Zaria was taken aback. Then she grinned in response, an evil, bone chilling grin.
"Do you remember year four at the academy Theta?" She asked innocently. He gulped.
"N-no"
"Well I do, and I seem to remember a little letter being slipped under my dorm room door." He visibly paled. "What was it? Oh yeah" she put on a mocking tone. "'Zaria I think you're pretty. Do you want to pick shimmer flowers with me?'" Zaria said in a child's voice. "'From Theta'". This is where his face turned beet red. She started cackling like a madman. "Flowers? Honestly Theta. I'm glad that you found someone to love though, and had children." Zaria slammed her hand over her mouth. Oops.
"How did you know that Zari?" He asked softly. Zaria removed the hand that covered her mouth.
"Sorry. I know everything that has happened and will happen, except for things involving my personal timeline. For instance, I knew I had to be here, but I didn't know why." She blushed slightly at what she was about to say. "I loved watching your life, and Koeshi's." She added the last part sadly. The Time Lord looked over at her curiously.
"I missed you Zari"
"Me too Theta Sigma"
[A.N.: It's been a while since I've read these stories, and I've had a ball. Feel free to hate or w/e, as I literally cannot read these without cringing. I don't want to rain on anyone's parade, however, so, if you really like the premise of a story here, you can use the idea, continue the story, or even ask for a continuation/rewrite. I will be glad to oblige, and then subsequently link the new story. Anyways, thanks for putting up with/reading my prepubescent ramblings masquerading as stories.]