Hey readers! Its a Tuesday, and I'm updating which is pretty rare. Maybe it's because you guys are so awesome or because volleyball practice ended early. Here's just a cute little chapter that I thought you people would like. I've been wanting to do this chapter for a bit so I hope it turns out nicely. Enjoy and R&R.
Just like Scarlet guessed, The Doctor had been drinking to deal with some of his problems. One of them being Clara telling him that she was going to stay full time now that there was another girl to hang with. Taking care of two girls and making sure they were safe was going to be extra work on their adventures. Another was the fact that Scarlet's parents were Harold and Lucy Saxon. Both of them believing in violence and hatred, and dying for the cause of it.
Would Scarlet be the same person as they were? Although he knew that regenerations change the personality of someone, he couldn't stop thinking there was a drumming in the back of her mind, waiting to come out.
The Doctor had a good sleep, which was about 4 hours, but it still got rid of the hangover and gave him energy for the next day. After he finished showering and changing into some fresh tweed, he walked into the control room, but the girls were asleep. Clara from her hangover and Scarlet from her mild concussion, which would be gone with a couple hours rest.
He walked around the empty control room, stroking parts of the TARDIS like he did when he was alone, with her of course. The Doctor heard a clicking noise which made him jump. He turned around to see the hologram had turned on, but it wasn't the TARDIS trying to talk to him, it was someone else.
"Hello?" The hologram said, making a tapping noise like it was hitting a screen. "Doctor are you there?"
The Doctor took a step back. The person communicating to him was The Master.
"Look, I set up this projection before I made it into a paradox machine for if you ever successfully retrieve your TARDIS. Me being a genius knows there is a chance of that happening. This should go off about a week... no a week and a half after the TARDIS detects another person with two hearts on your ship. That either means I'm back, or you've found my daughter. Hopefully a week and a half will give you enough time to figure out who her parents are, you're pretty smart Doctor."
The Doctor tried to turn the hologram off, but the TARDIS wouldn't let him.
"My daughter will be a genius, she will get brains from me and beauty from her mother, and a little from me of course-" The Doctor clicked the mute button, he was no in the mood to hear The Master rant. When he figured it was long enough, he unmuted it.
"I kept Archangel going so you wouldn't sense her and I put a perception filter on her hearts so not even a heart surgeon would go near them. Any of these will be disrupted when she regenerates, so hopefully she will have a good normal life before you find her. Although she is my daughter, I just wanted you to look past the genetics, and at her smile. She could grow up to be a great Time Lord, learning from the best. Please take care of her, and make her less like me and more like...you." The hologram shut off, leaving The Doctor alone.
Was this The Master pleading for the protection of his daughter? The Doctor didn't know if it was sincere, or if it was to keep The Master's bloodline going. He didn't really want to know, but he had made a decision. He would take care of Scarlet, like a father, or a brother, or even a boyfriend. He wouldn't do it for The Master, he would do it for her. When his thinking was over, he decided for the first time in a while, to go back to sleep.