Summary: Name of the Doctor - What if it was first Strax and then Vastra who disappeared leaving Jenny the only one remembered?
They started with three.
Strax was the first to disappear, a war casualty on a cold planet. His unit fought to the last man against their enemy but the battle was lost. His breathing became more shallow as he looking at the sky. Didn't there used to be more stars? As he watched, the stars faded out until they were no more. He failed. With no one left to retrieve the bodies, Strax continued to looking up at the sky long after he succumbed to his wounds. Just another dead Sontaran.
"Ape scum!" The Silurian snarled as she limped forward toward the human. There was no recognition in those eyes, only an irreversible madness fed with hatred. Her leg wound was infected badly slowing her down considerably but her hatred gave her strength to ignore the pain. There were rats here, vermin that needed to be exterminated. The last the Silurian remembered was hiding underground away from a filthy pack and their rabid four legged allies. She didn't care how she arrived at this place only that there was prey to kill. She was going to die soon anyway.
Jenny quickly backed away from the lizard who continued to curse and hiss at her. There was no love in those eyes, just pure hate for her kind. "Ma'am, Vastra, I am not your enemy! We're marr- friends, please remember!"
She ducked behind a column when the lizard tried to hit her with venom. There were nothing to be used as weapons around but Jenny didn't think she could strike to kill even if she had one.
The lizard released a hissed. "I would never be friends with spoiled meat. The world will be cleansed of your filthy kind."
Before the Silurian could take another step, paralyzing pain in her torso stopped her. Heart, lung, gut, she absentmindedly took stock of where the bullets entered knowing this was the end for her. At least she'll finally see her Sisters again and this nightmare will be over. She let out one last hiss before a bullet to the head silenced her. She disappeared.
Jenny ran to the spot crying out, "Vastra!"
But the Silurian was no more, just another crazy animal dying violently in a spray of gunfire.
"Strax, Vastra!"
No one answered her. Jenny turned wild eyes around her before she froze. Her past was changing, she was being rewritten.
Saying good night to her wife.
The Tong were chasing her.
Sneaking into Sweetville, the dead companion miraculously alive.
A simple girl at the wrong place and time.
Evil snowmen, Clara.
She tried, but six against one were horrible odds.
A wedding, she in white and Vastra in her uniform.
They had her.
Several confessions, a proposal.
One pulled out a knife.
Flirting on a space asteroid, recruiting Strax.
Can't breathe.
Falling in love.
The streets were wet, was that all her blood?
Her first mission.
She couldn't move.
Learning how to fight.
Pain everywhere.
Being hired as a maid.
Cold, so cold.
Vastra saved her.
Sleep.
Just another victim of the Tong.
And now there were none.
They started with none.
Vastra eyes open wide and she quickly got up from the floor. She flicked her tongue out, tasting the air. Her human, her scent of a clean warm day, it wasn't here, why wasn't it here. Was it her fault? Was she too slow that day? Why could she only smell death and decay?
Where was her wife, where was Jenny, where was she? Where, where where... there. Vastra swiveled sharply to the left and ran.
Jenny snapped awake, hands going to her throat. She could breathe, there was no cut, there was no blood. Her flesh was whole. Someone was charging down toward her making her instinctively get up with her hands up defensively. She wasn't going to die on her back, not again.
The Silurian stopped several paces away from Jenny, resisting her instinct to lunge for the woman. Her eyes roamed, looking for any physical injury. Vastra's tongue flicked out, tasting how strong the scent was now but it wasn't enough. "Jenny."
The human froze at the name, her head finally clearing. "Vastra?" she croaked, eyes scrutinizing the Silurian. Eyes once filled with hatred now pleaded with her. There was no horrible festering leg injury, no bullet wounds. She quickly closed the distance between them.
Vastra hugged Jenny tight to her, taking in her scent. She burrowed her head into Jenny's neck, taking a lick. She'd forgotten and tried to kill her wife, her precious human. "I'm sorry." She kept apologizing, guilt and anger fighting inside.
Jenny said nothing, relished holding her wife. The past was corrected and they were alright.
Strax appeared on the floor gasping for breath. The Doctor had recruited him for another mission. He was eventually disgraced and demoted to nurse, but he was alive and had a slightly new perspective on life. Strax took another breath and got up to look for his allies, his first priority.
They were not in the decaying Tardis and he felt a slight panic rise up. Shouldn't they be back here? He stomped outside and let out an exasperated sigh. They were wrapped around each other, as usual. Strax picked up a long piece of debris and walked along the perimeter before nodding with satisfaction. The Great Intelligence and the Whispermen was gone, the Doctor and his allies were alive with the exception of one casualty. All in all, an acceptable conclusion to an otherwise disastrous mission.
And now there were three.
