Lyssa breathed a sigh of relief as firm floor appeared underneath her feet. Used as she was to jumping, it was still always preferable to be on solid ground. She opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the TARDIS hallways, the walls the dull metallic color of Nine and Ten. Everything was faded and worn, the atmosphere heavy, and she frowned in concern, knowing that the TARDIS tended to reflect the state of her Pilot.
And unfortunately, both Nine and Ten had had a lot of bad days. She traced a hand along the wall as she set off for the console room, reasonably confident she'd be able to find the Doctor there. The ship hummed a strong welcome in their bond, delighted to see her, and she laughed lightly, startled by the strength of it but sending her own greeting back. Sure, she may have just seen the ship - and the ship may have just seen her, given how Time worked - or didn't - with the TARDIS, but it was always good to see old friends.
Especially when it meant she hadn't jumped to some random, obscure location that the Doctor might show up to eventually.
Still, the gloomy atmosphere aboard the ship was... both familiar and yet not. She'd felt it before, but not often, even during some of the Doctor's many bad days. Even after Doomsday, when they'd just lost Rose, it hadn't felt this... grief-ridden. This Lonely.
And yet through it all rang this tiny vein of hope. Of light, of optimism - weary and bruised and weakened but not defeated. Not by a long shot. It brightened still further at her touch and she frowned curiously, only for her eyes to widen as the memories finally slid home and she realized when she'd experienced this before, just what had been so unbearably awful to affect both the TARDIS and Doctor so. The ship crooned a sad confirmation in their bond and she let her eyes fall shut for a moment.
It'd been a long time since then - several years, in fact - but she could still remember Nine's crushing grief after the Time War like it was yesterday. Believing her dead along with the rest of his people and everyone else he'd ever cared about, left alone with only his guilt and loss, he'd struggled to find the will to move on. Hadn't even believed it was really her at first, assuming it to be the TARDIS voice interface or that he was hallucinating again.
He'd been doing better, when she'd been forced to jump again, but... he'd been forced to rock bottom. Better didn't mean healed, didn't even mean happy or content, though he'd reached that, some days, towards the end. It just meant he was surviving, that the process of healing had started.
He had a long road ahead of him.
Better with two, though. She'd told him that before, and she was standing by it, she reminded herself, picking up her pace. She could feel the TARDIS urging her on, though not with any great concern like last time. More like... she was just eager to see them reunited?
"You're an odd one," she told the ship with a smile, patting the walls fondly, some of her concern for the Doctor abated, if only briefly. "But you are the one who brought us together in the first place, somehow, so I suppose you have a vested interest," she remarked, laughing when she received a vehement agreement through their bond.
"You talkin' to yourself again, old girl?"
She heard the Ninth Doctor's deep voice coming from just around the corner, sounding faintly amused, and smiled. It'd been a while since she'd seen him, and it was good to hear him at least sounding happy.
"If I'm technically part TARDIS and she's talking to me, does that count as talking to herself?" she wondered aloud as she strolled into the console room. "And if so, is she doing that because it's the only way to get any common sense around here?"
"Lyssa!" the Doctor popped up from underneath the console, a smear of grease on his cheek and blue eyes lighting up when they saw her. "I was wonderin' what made you so happy," he raised an eyebrow at the ceiling. "You've never been that happy about an oil change before."
Lyssa couldn't hear how the TARDIS responded, but given how it left him sputtering, it might've been for the best that she didn't. She giggled, flushing when the Doctor's gaze turned to her at the sound. "Sounds like she's feeling sassy today," she said hastily to divert his attention.
He snorted. "She's not the only one, Miss 'Common Sense'," he parroted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said primly, clasping her hands behind her back.
"Oh, I'm sure," he scoffed. He softened, stepping forward to wrap her up in his arms. "It's... very good to see you again," he told her quietly.
She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the soft fabric of his jumper and feeling the steady thumps of his hearts beating reassuringly. "You too. It's been a long time," she agreed.
He stiffened slightly, hand tightening on her back, before he sighed, forcibly relaxing. "It has," he stated simply, the brief sentence holding a wealth of meaning.
She bit her lip. "So, where are you at then?" she asked softly.
"Oh, just been bouncin' around, me," he said lightly. Too lightly. "Nothin' special. What about you?" he asked, pushing her away slightly to give her a once-over, though he kept her close, gripping her elbows loosely with his hands. As always, his eyes caught on her necklace, filling with a grief almost too great to bear before fading away - though still present - behind genuine joy as he offered her a small smile. "Looks like you've been around a bit yourself," he remarked, reaching out to gently tug one of her loose curls.
She managed a weak smile, knowing he believed her future self to be dead, and shrugged. "Here and there," she said vaguely. "Met you for the first - no, hang on," she frowned, brow furrowing. "You met me for the first time," she corrected herself. "Sort of. We met before that, briefly, but this was the first official time. I think." She huffed in exasperation. "Trying to explain reverse time travel is far more difficult than it should be."
He laughed at that, a brief sound that seemed to surprise him as much as her, but the atmosphere lightened slightly and she couldn't help but be glad for it, much as it might have been the result of her confusion. "Which version did you meet last?" he prompted, lips still twitching upwards. "We'll start with the easy stuff."
She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help a smile. "Eight. The time after you regenerated, though I've already done that, too. I was there for almost six months. Shook hands and started this whole," she waved her hand at the space between them, encompassing the TARDIS as well, "jumping thing that tied us together."
"Ah." His eyebrows went up, eyes glazing over slightly as the memories came back to him. "Yeah, I'd say that counts as the first time I really met you. First time I could really remember it. Wasn't too good at it before that."
"I remember you saying that," she laughed. "And that sometimes you did it on purpose, too!"
He shrugged, unbothered. "More fun that way," he said unrepentantly. "An' sometimes it was necessary."
"Oh, I'm sure," she indulged him. "Although, you said that that counts as the first time you really met me. So... how many times did you meet me before that?" she asked curiously. "I've met earlier versions of you, once or twice, and I know you don't remember those, because we were crossing your timeline."
He nodded. "Sums it up," he told her. "All those past times I met you, you were with a future version of myself. My memories were erased each time I left to keep the timelines intact. So when I met you again, I could only vaguely remember those past instances. Made me real curious, too," he smirked at her, "wonderin' who this girl was that I kept seein' with different versions of myself."
"A little curiosity is good for the soul," she smiled. "So, what've you been up to?" She nodded at his familiar leather jacket. "I see you've updated your wardrobe, since I saw you last. Sort of." Her brow furrowed again. He'd yet to claim it - or his title as Doctor - when she and Eleven had recruited him to save Gallifrey, though that had been a brief visit. But the last time she'd actually jumped to him, he'd already donned them both. "Ugh. Time travel. Anyway!" she refocused on him.
His smile was a little smaller now, a little sadder, but no less real when he replied. "Learnin' to walk."
She frowned, taken aback at the odd words. "What?"
"A wise woman once told me that it's okay to fall, so long as I pick myself up again," he told her quietly, tracing one hand along her cheek. "I won't deny it's hard. That at first, I didn't even want to try." He paused, blue eyes trapping hers. "But then someone came and helped me up, gave me a hand to hold." He reached down and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Reminded me who I really was."
Her eyes widened at the familiar words, words that had, apparently, made an impact. "Doc- Theta," she corrected herself, closing her eyes at her mistake and stammering, trying to find the words to say.
"Doctor," he told her warmly. She glanced up at him uncertainly, and found him giving her a gentle smile. "You can still call me Theta if you want. But... you were right. I was denying myself more than just my title. And..." he hesitated before admitting, "no matter what I call myself, I am still the Doctor. And the Doctor is me. Breaking the promise once doesn't mean it no longer holds true for the rest of my life, it just means I've got a lot to make up for. That maybe someday, I'll be worthy of it again."
"It must be very recent for you."
"What?"
"The day you killed them all."
"The day we killed them all.
"Same thing."
"Oh, Doctor," she sighed, reaching up to cup his cheek but keeping her other hand in his. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes, and she mourned the centuries he'd have to bear that burden so unfairly, wishing bitterly that she could tell him the truth and knowing she couldn't.
"All those years burying you in my memory."
"Pretending you didn't exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself."
"Pretending you weren't the Doctor..."
"Believe me, when I tell you," she said softly. "That I have seen you in so many different places, with many different faces. At high points, and your lowest." She drew in a faint breath, willing him to keep his gaze, however unbelieving, on hers, willing him to hear what she was saying. "I've seen versions of you centuries apart. And I have only ever seen the Doctor."
"...When you were the Doctor more than anybody else."
"You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right."
He drew back a little, shaking his head, visibly unwilling to lose her touch but also unable to agree with her. "You don't know," he choked out. "You haven't seen -"
She stroked her thumb along his cheekbone, gently hushing him. "I have seen," she breathed, her confident gaze meeting his, broken and unsure. "I saw it all. And through it all, I saw the Doctor."
He swallowed hard, eyes wet with unshed tears. "I don't know if I can believe you," he apologized brokenly. "You're too... good. Too compassionate. Too willing to see the best in others, even when it leads to -" he cut himself off sharply, turning away, but not before she saw the agony renewed in his gaze. "I may be the Doctor again in the future, but not then."
"So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey, rather than burn it; that I got to say goodbye. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this shining moment... I am the Doctor again."
She caught his hand before he could fully turn away and he stilled. "It's okay if you can't believe it," she promised him, her words hanging in the air, even the normal background noises of the TARDIS still and silent for once. "Just... know that I do?" she pleaded quietly.
He sighed, head falling forward and eyes clenching shut tight before he opened them again. Finally he turned to face her, unable to help a small but real smile. "Fairy-girl, I don't think I could ever think otherwise. You've always believed in me."
She gave a sharp nod, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Good. That's how it's supposed to be. Now," she cleared her throat. "Doctor, did you have any plans for today?"
He gave her a look at her pointed use of his name, but didn't call her on it. "I was thinkin' of maybe visitin' Galen," he suggested. "But if there's somewhere else you'd rather go, we can do that instead. 'M not set on it."
"Galen?" she wrinkled her brow. "Like, the ancient Greek healer guy? Sure, I don't mind," she shrugged. "That'd be cool."
He laughed a little, shaking his head as he moved to the console. "No, but we can visit him later, if you like. I meant the planet."
"Ooh, a planet!" she exclaimed, following him and leaning against the console as he worked. "What's it like?"
"Well, though there's no actual connection between the two, it's considered a place of healin'," he told her. "A very peaceful place. Supposedly, just bein' there can make you feel better. 'S also a good place to sit and think, if you like that sort of thing."
"Peaceful planet with literal good vibes," she hummed thoughtfully. "I like it!" she nodded once with a smile. "Let's check it out."
xXx
"Okay, so it wasn't quite as peaceful as I was anticipating," she muttered as they trudged back into the TARDIS several days later, clothes a little torn and hearts a lot more bruised. The Doctor's sonic screwdriver - the same as the War Doctor's, much to Lyssa's surprise when she first saw it, though it made sense when she thought about it - had been the least of the casualties as they stopped the villains trying to escape their ancient prison at the center of the planet.
"Just goes to show," the Doctor sighed as he sent them back into the Vortex. "Door can go both ways; if somethin' is sendin' one thing, it can easily be used to send another."
"Yeah, but usually there's more of an in between," she pointed out. "These guys went straight from 'happy and peaceful vibes' to 'commit murder.'" She scrunched up her nose. "Which makes it a whole lot weirder that their species was called the 'Compassionate.'"
"Suppose the Time Lords were right, for once," he grimaced, eyes darkening at the mention of his people. "They probably would've joined the - the Daleks if they hadn't been sealed away. Another race, dedicated to killin'." He sighed. "I thought - I'd hoped," he admitted, "that I was done dealin' with that. At least for a time."
She leaned against him. "At least they're gone now," she tried to comfort him. "They can't hurt anyone else."
"Only because Adriana sacrificed herself and sealed the rift," he muttered disconsolately. "I was..." he trailed off, glancing at her. "I thought... maybe we could ask her to travel with us," he admitted, grief once again heavy in his gaze.
She squeezed his hand. "I would have liked that," she told him quietly, and meant it. The Doctor may have traveled with Rose later, but that didn't mean he couldn't travel with someone else first. "She was good. Clever, and kind, and so very brave."
His face twisted. "That was what killed her in the end. If she'd just been a little bit less..."
Lyssa sighed. "I know," she agreed quietly. "But she died saving a whole world full of innocent lives. So let's remember her as she was."
He clenched his jaw, gaze fixed on the rotor as it moved. "She was good," he said at last, voice hoarse and filled with something that could almost be called longing. "A good person."
She bit her lip, hating the quiet whisper in her mind that asked if he was jealous of the brave woman solely for the certainty that she was a good person, and yet unable to dismiss it as wholly false. "So let's go do good somewhere else," she decided, reaching out to clasp a hand over his. "For Adriana."
He glanced down at her, studying her gaze for a long moment, until at last his expression softened and he nodded. "For Adriana."
xXx
"What was I doin'?" the Doctor asked with a startled expression as River vanished with a flash behind him.
"You were working on rebuilding your sonic," Lyssa told him, pasting on an innocent smile. "Remember?" she nodded at the mess of parts and circuitry on the floor in front of him. She sat cross-legged opposite him, journal propped open in her lap.
He frowned. picking up a thin wire before setting it back down again. "I feel like there was somethin' else goin' on'." He glanced up at her, eyes searching. "Did somethin' happen?"
Other than a surprise visit from River Song - who'd come across them while on her own adventure, and then accidentally poked a bit too close to still-fresh wounds from the Time War before wiping his memories with some kind of vapor to maintain the timeline... not really, no.
"Not that I can think of," she shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "You must've just gotten really into your work. I mean, you were zoned out."
He raised an eyebrow. "Must've been," he murmured, picking up his half-completed sonic, the base now looking like what he would carry later on. "I feel like I wasn't this far into it a few minutes ago," he muttered, though he easily picked up where he'd left off.
Technically he had been, he just didn't remember it.
He glanced up when she didn't answer, nodding at her journal. "You updatin' that?" he asked with a slight smile. "We haven't gone anywhere recently."
"I know," she agreed, voice pitched just a shade higher than she would have preferred. "But sometimes I like to go through old stuff as well, remember the adventures I've gone on," or write down adventures he didn't remember. She struggled enough matching up with the Doctor, but adding in River, who didn't match up with her or the Doctor, was a whole different ball game, and she needed all the help she could get.
"Fair enough," he chuckled, quickly getting immersed in his work once more and not pressing the issue, much to her relief. She had no doubt he knew something was up - she had yet to improve at lying to him, much to her chagrin - but given her relaxed stature, had evidently decided it wasn't something to address.
"All right," he announced some time later, lifting up his mostly complete sonic, now missing only its emitter at the top. "Almost done - only question is, what color should it be?" he nodded at the options down below. "Stick with red, or branch out a little?"
Her gaze caught on the familiar blue before she hastily moved on to the other colors. "Well, I feel like that would be cheating to just tell you," she pointed out. "But... maybe branch out a little?" she suggested, keeping it vague. "Try something new."
He hummed in thought. "I think you're right," he agreed slowly, hand hovering over the red before moving on. "I think it's time for a change." He decisively reached for the blue, settling it in place. "And done!" he announced, flipping the completed sonic in the air. "What do you think?" he asked, easily catching it and holding it out to her.
She smiled, noting the relief in his eyes at having his sonic back. He'd deny it, but he'd been shifty and grumpy the past two weeks, and now his posture was missing that tension. "I think it looks great," she said honestly, twisting it back and forth in her hand, tracing her fingers over the creamy gray of the handle before handing it back to him. "Should we test it out?"
His eyes lit up. "I know just the place!"
xXx
All right, so maybe they should've checked a little more carefully before setting out, but by the time they were actually prepared to leave the year 1912 after an unfortunate encounter with a clown, the Doctor had passed out in the backyard of an English family. Thankfully, the Daniels had been kind enough to take them in while the Doctor recovered - it took a lot to hurt the Doctor, but when he was out, he was out hard - and the Doctor even found a kindred soul in the head of the family, a veteran of the Boer War.
It was while playing with the children that Lyssa found out the exciting news - that the family had booked a trip to America on a brand new ship, so well made that it was declared unsinkable.
She had promptly excused herself to have a talk with the Doctor.
They couldn't stop the Titanic from leaving port, couldn't save all the doomed souls. It was a fixed point, with ramifications spiraling out for centuries afterward. Almost three quarters of the people aboard would die, many of them going down in history as noble heroes for their sacrifices for the sake of others.
But that didn't mean that they couldn't save anyone. And when they quietly left the Daniels residence a few days later, their tickets to the Titanic burning a hole in their pockets, it was with the knowledge that at least one family had been saved.
Also, the Doctor had been right, back in the show, Lyssa reflected with a shiver as she tried futilely to shake out her frozen dress.
That iceberg had been cold.
xXx
"So why do I have to keep my eyes closed, again?" Lyssa wrinkled her brow, eyes shut tight as she staggered down the TARDIS hallway.
"Because I've got somethin' I want to give you, and no sneak peeks," he chuckled, arm warm around her shoulders as he carefully led her forward.
"You're lucky I like you," she grumbled, forcing herself to refrain from registering where they were going. "And that I'm already curious," she admitted.
"Almost there," he told her, smile audible. "I would've shown you as soon as you arrived, but it wasn't quite ready yet. Right turn," he added, guiding her around the corner.
"Wasn't ready yet?" she repeated, intrigued. "Even with a time machine?"
"Some things can't be sped up. You just have to wait 'til they're ready," he reminded her. "Here we are!"
She shifted from one foot to the other as she heard a door click open. Then he returned to her, hands cupping her elbows as he gently tugged her forward. A faint breeze brushed against her cheeks, blowing her curls into her face, and she pushed them back behind her ears. Grass swished around her ankles, tickling the exposed skin, and she frowned thoughtfully.
"So, we're in one of the outdoor rooms, right?" She'd seen several of them over the years, including the exhilarating-but-terrifying skydiving room that abruptly ended in a cliff, but she had a sneaking suspicion which one this was.
"Something like that," he hummed, pulling her forward until she could hear the trickle of water. "All right, here's the first part. You can open your eyes now."
She followed his directions, blinking to adjust to the bright light, and found herself in the Gallifrey Room. The two suns shone in the sky, filling the area with a warm light. A few feet away lay the rippling brook they often took their picnics by in his future, surrounded by the red grass. In the distance, silver and green leaves rustled on trees as the wind blew through them.
She tilted her head, vague images of the last time she'd been here with Nine flitting through her head as she studied the scenery. It'd been a while, but she didn't think there'd been anything of Earth last time - it had just been Gallifrey. Which she'd been fine with - it had been for him, not her, much as his later selves had told her it was for them both - but given that he'd wanted to show it to her...
"You... it's different," she said quietly, heart skipping a beat as she turned to look at him and saw the anticipation on his face. "The waterfall, that wasn't there before. And... the green leaves," she glanced at the trees in the distance. "I think they were just silver, before."
He nodded, smile brightening his features. "It was beautiful, before," he told her, reaching out to clasp her hand. "I'm... I can't say how much I'm grateful for it. For you." He paused. "And that's why I noticed there was somethin' missin'."
She frowned, not following. "You being grateful made it wrong?"
He shook his head. "It was beautiful before, like I said. But it was missin' somethin'. Missin' you, It's a place for us both, which means it should have a bit of us both." He gestured to the brook. "So I added some Earth in."
She smiled, squeezing his hand. "You didn't have to do that," she told him, meaning every word. "It's beautiful now, and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you changed it for me, but I loved it the way it was before, too. As long as you're here, that's... all I need," she admitted quietly, dropping her eyes with a blush.
"I didn't have to - but I wanted to." He turned to her. "Because you said this was our home away from home, but... it's not home without you. And... I want you to feel like this is your home, too."
She blinked back sudden tears. "I do. It is," she promised him, giving him a small smile. "You've made it a home for me."
"Well, if this is your home, then you need one more thing," he told her, reaching into his pocket with one hand. He kept his hand curled over whatever he pulled out, hiding it from her sight, and reaching out to take her hand with the other. "It's more symbolic than anythin'," he admitted, placing what felt like a soft velvet cube in her open palm. "But then, in my experience, a lot of the best things are."
He withdrew his hand, shifting it underneath to cup hers and revealing a small jewelry box resting in her hand.
She sucked in a breath, eyes darting up to find him watching her with a soft smile. Licking suddenly dry lips nervously, she reached out with her other hand and gently flipped open the little box.
Inside, nestled against the padding, lay a small, silver TARDIS key, the same size as all her other charms. An emerald green gem had been carefully set into the center of its head, tiny swirls of Circular Gallifreyan faintly visible inside. At the lay a tiny silver link, as if meant to connect it to a necklace.
"Is this -" she faltered, tracing a finger over the metal and startling when it warmed at her touch. "Is this another charm?" she asked with wide eyes, hand raising to her necklace. It was similar enough to the other two that she thought maybe it was, but then - it was a TARDIS key, and that seemed like it would belong to an entirely different area.
He nodded. "Like I said, it's more symbolic than anythin' - you don't actually need it to get you into the TARDIS. But it's proof. For you, and for anyone else who knows what this means, even if they don't know who you are yet."
Like his past selves, she realized abruptly, recalling what Eight had said.
"What do the symbols mean?" she asked, willing her cheeks not to blush.
He smiled. "Home," he said softly. "That you are my home, and that I am yours - or, rather, that you can always find a home in me." He hesitated. "I know my past self told you that there would be a discussion before you were given any charms that implied somethin' more than... platonic." He cleared his throat, cheeks a little red, but keeping his gaze settled firmly on her. "So I want to be clear that this is not. That there are no conditions attached to this, no meaning beyond friendship. That it doesn't matter what happens in the future, or the past," he smirked, "between us." He softened, one hand coming up to tuck a curl behind her ear. "That it doesn't matter where you're at in your timeline. My home will always be open to you."
She swallowed hard, blinking back fresh tears. Caught up in a swirl of emotion, she rose up on her toes to kiss him, only to remember at the last minute that this version of him didn't see her like that, or at least not yet - Ten had refused to give any hints as to whether or not they'd gotten together before 1913. She managed to cover it up with a hasty kiss against his cheek before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck, hand curled tight around the jewelry box.
"Thank you," she choked out, voice muffled by his jacket as his arms closed securely around her. "I've never - I went so long, without a home, before I met you. And you just - I'm so glad I met you."
"Oh, fairy-girl," he clutched her a little tighter, voice breaking. "You have no idea."
xXx
The Doctor glanced at the monitor and let out a low whistle. "Somethin' is rotten in the state of Denmark - well, London, actually, but the point stands."
"Isn't there always?" Lyssa smirked, reaching one hand up to tap her new charm, dangling from her necklace next to the other two, as she swung around the console to join him.
"Fair," he chuckled. "This one seems a bit nastier than most, though." He tapped at a section, as if she could read the swirls that covered the screen. "Nestene Consciousness?" he raised an eyebrow. "London's a long way from home."
Lyssa sucked in a breath. "Would the year happen to be 2005?" she asked, biting her lip in anticipation.
"Yes, actually." He turned to look at her. "Why?"
She smiled, eyes lighting up in anticipation. "Oh, no reason. It's just a brilliant year, that's all."
He hummed skeptically but didn't call her on it. "What do you say?" he offered, tilting his head at the console. "Should we investigate?"
"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea," she gave him a tongue in teeth grin, struggling to repress her excitement. "After all, it's been a while since we've been to Earth," she shrugged lightly, feeling the TARDIS hum eagerly in their bond. "And I'd love to see the flowers."
A/N: Whelp, our new year certainly started off with a bang. In no particular order, we got absolutely hammered with snow to the point that a) our back door froze shut from the melting snow, and b) it covered our vents and we had to temporarily evacuate our house because it began filling up with carbon monoxide (for context, the maximum safe level is 9, fatal is around 150. Ours was registering around 50). My dad dug out the vents and everything was fine, but... definitely was not boring, and we are very glad we had a detector! So, yeah. That's why there was no chapter last week lol. I hope everyone else's week was a lot less dramatic!
And now for actual story notes... The adventure near the start of the chapter is from the audiobook "The Bleeding Heart", in which the Doctor goes to Galen to gather his thoughts after the Time War. While there, he teams up with Adriana Jarsdel to find out why the people on the planet were made to want to kill, and discovers that it was being caused by a rift in interstitial space created by the Time Lords during the Time War to protect them from the Compassionate. The Doctor sets his sonic screwdriver to explode, planning to sacrifice himself to seal the rift, but Adriana sacrifices herself instead.
Next up is the episode Rose! It would have been in this chapter, except I got to almost 6k words already and decided it would have to wait lol. I'm excited about that one! Questionable CGI aside, it's such an important part of New Who, setting up who the Doctor is for the rest of the seasons to follow. And, of course, we get the lovely Rose Tyler, aka Bad Wolf.
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