A.N- Bonjour mes amies! I just wanted you all to know I will be away from my laptop for about a week, so don't except any updates until the 25th. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, most of it is going to be in Scarlet's POV which is something I have not done before. Make sure to review and tell me what you think.
Scarlet ran faster than she ever had before. She leapt through the cold halls of the TARDIS barefoot and half asleep. She didn't care how awful she looked in wrinkled sweaty pajamas, or the fact that her knotted hair was bouncing up and down in a limp bun. She turned the corner quickly, shaking her leg that let out that half asleep tingling feeling. She had to find the Doctor, for there was a monster onboard. The monster was herself.
She stopped in her tracks, her bare feet making a small squeak against the flooring. She turned to the Doctor's room, a bright light squeezing though the space under the door. She didn't even knock. She burst in, closing the door and putting all her pressure on it as though she was trying to keep something out. The Doctor turned his head towards her, his eyes quickly bugging out in alarm. Scarlet had fallen over, but she still remained conscious for the time being. He ran over and helped her up.
"Scarlet? What's wrong?" He looked into her cool blue eyes. "What happened?" He didn't really expect her to answer, the large masses of sweat making her t-shirt stick to her body showed that she had been running for a bit and that she needed to take a break. He walked her over to his desk chair and handed her the glass of water sitting on it.
Still panting crazily, the blonde downed the water, making sure to take time to breath. As she took the last gulp, her breathing slowed to a slightly normal state and she spoke the first words she said all night, something she had never wanted to say.
"Doctor, you were right." The Doctor was confused.
"Right, right about what?"
"Me." She took another deep breath. "You shouldn't trust me."
"And what makes you think that?" He said soothingly, trying to calm down the Time Lady.
"A dream I had, I had just woken up. I had to find you."
"And what was this dream about?"
"I was about me...the real me, the first me. I had a regeneration before Emily." Saying this made both the Time Lords react negatively. Scarlet's breathing started increasing again, a single tear falling down her cheek. The Doctor just looked mortified and confused.
"Tell me about the dream."
Scarlet's POV
The dream consisted of multiple scenes. I remember them all clear as day, like they happened in real life; like they were memories. The first one was when I was much younger, probably about six. I walked alone among many, wearing rags and dirty clothing. But I wasn't the only one. Everything in the place was dirty. The people, the machines, the floor, even the metal walls.
I looked at the wall, spitting on it and wiping it with my sleeve. I looked at myself. I was pale skinned; although it was hard to tell with all the dirt on my face, I had the darkest black hair and green eyes. The skin on my face was tight along with all the other parts of my body. I was skinny, but not a proper skinny; a skinny that needed a full meal.
I walked around the concealed area, feeling the sorrow hit the air. Everyone was sitting on the ground, weak and helpless. But there was one other thing I could feel, hope. People whispered about a place like no other, a place that we were all going to. They called it Utopia.
My vision blurred, the scene changing in front of me. I was older now, about eighteen. I remembered this as the time I stopped aging. My black hair reaching down to my waist and my green eyes as bright as ever. That was all I could remember, stored in my memory somewhere. That and the darkness. That never ending darkness that reached every corner of the universe. The dream of Utopia was dead.
Even though there was only darkness, hope was still rising in the pits of peoples stomachs. Many spoke of the lack of the future kind trying to kill them, others spoke of finding materials to build shelter and others spoke of forming a government. Humans, they never stopped did they.
I heard a noise echo through the planet, a noise I had heard before. Then came the bright light, everyone staring at it with awe. The blue box appeared, standing tall and proud in the dark wasteland. My father stepped out, holding a torch. He talked to the people, telling of them of the wonders of the past and how they could help him achieve greatness. The people refused. They spoke of all the potential that the land had to offer. Although I thought my father would get angry, he said 'very well' and walked back into his blue box, only leaving a couple lights with him.
This happened often, My father coming and trying to persuade the citizens, and then leaving behind a couple lights or some other things to keep the town going. The humans never budged, revealing their plans for the future of the town they called Utopia. They had found some type of food source and materials to build shelter. Everything was coming along nicely. But with every light brought, the more people depended on them. And one day, almost eighty years after Utopia was founded, all the lights went off.
Everyone was in panic, not being able to see; afraid what was in the dark. The blue box came for the last time and my father, his grin eye to eye, stepped out and spoke to the townspeople.
"Don't you see? You needed those lights, but now they are gone! Come with me and I can show you to eternal light and hope!" I knew that he could easily turn the lights back on but the people were gullible. After eighty years, they finally decided to go with the Master back to earth. The madman walked up to me smiling and asked.
"Would you like to go home?"
The scene changed again, my eyes taking time to adjust to the light that was filling them. I knew where I was, I was on the Valiant. I looked out the large windows to see the clouds. I was back on Earth, my birthplace. I saw another thing through the window; my reflection. I was still eighteen, my face never to have a wrinkle. My raven black hair was tied back into a neat bun and my green eyes looker duller from age. My face and whole body was scrubbed clean and slipped into a pencil skirt and a white blouse. I turned away from the glass to get back to the task at hand.
My father had asked me to check up on the paradox machine. It probably wasn't broken, but such a delicate machine needed to be checked on a lot. Although I wore such clean proper clothing, I knew how to get my hands dirty. I walked into the darker section of the ship. I never liked it back here, I always loved glaring at the bright clouds. I walked down the hall and into a sealed off room. The guards knew who I was and let me pass. That was when I heard it, the obnoxious man.
I had heard his screams and yells before but never when I walked passed him was he...alive. My father called him a freak and simply told me not to talk to him. But I couldn't help myself. I walked up to the man and gave him a glance. He was screaming curses and death threats until I got close enough for him to get a good look.
"But, you're just eighteen, you're only a child." He said rather sympathetically. All I did was laugh. Not a maniacal evil laugh or anything, just a laugh like someone said something funny. I got even closer to him and cupped his bruised cheeks into my hands.
"Eighteen," I said, maintaining the laugher, "Try ninety-eight." I removed my hands from his face and walked away. He probably didn't notice, but all the bruises on his face were gone. I walked back down the hallway to get back to what I was actually supposed to be doing.
The scene changed once more. I was still on the Valiant. The earth went back a year and the Master was shot by my mother. The guards knew exactly what to do, for my father had a plan if he ever passed.
Two burly men grabbed me and threw me onto the metal floor, making me feel dizzy. I was helpless and weak, not able to move under the men's grips. Then they did it. One of them shot me in my right heart, the pain overwhelming my bloodied body. The other man was shouting at me, making me focus my mind on exactly what my father had wanted me to be; a newborn baby once again.
Scarlet looked up, finally finishing her story. She poured detail into it, making her sound like a villain, someone who deserved to be thrown off the TARDIS; never to see the blue box again. The Doctor looked at her with disbelief, but he knew that the story was true. He looked at her with his brilliant green eyes and said something Scarlet never though she would hear for the rest of her lives.
"I'm not mad." Scarlet looked angry.
"You're not mad that I helped kill thousands of people."
"But everything was fixed, they aren't dead anymore."
"They may not be, but the intention was still there. Would you say the same thing to the Master himself?"
"No, I wouldn't...I didn't." He paused. "But I did tell him one thing." He held his hand out to the weak and pale faced girl. She took it, afraid of what was going to happen next. He pulled her closer, and snuggled her into a deep loving hug. He held himself there, hoping a warm hug would cheer her up. He realized he was wrong when he felt the tears moistening his shoulder. He broke the hug, held his hands on her shoulders and looked back into her cool blue eyes. "I forgive you."
A.N-Did anyone else notice the black haired woman on the Valiant during the Last of the Time Lords? Hmm...