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March 25th, 1500. Rome.
The Piece of Eden sat on the table, and everybody looked at it as if it were a sleeping predator. In a mixture of those who were standing and sitting, everyone eyed it warily, but it sat docile and void of life. None of them would swear it, nor would they tell anyone, but everyone secretly felt that it was waiting.
But for what?
Ezio was the first to give into temptation: with a preoccupied sigh, and under the gaze of everyone, he reached for it. His hand hovered over it before, with a slight snarl, he snatched it up and held it tightly. But when it did nothing, the breath that everyone had sucked in was released heavily, and Ezio put the Piece of Eden back down on the table and eyed everyone in turn.
'It is not meant for me.' He stated.
'How can it not?' Machiavelli argued at once. 'Ezio, your very existence concerns Pieces of Eden!'
'And what if my purpose is not its?'
It was a point that Machiavelli couldn't argue: he shut his mouth, and thumped the table with his fist. The Piece of Eden rocked, and everyone's eyes snapped to it, and when it did nothing the collective relief could be felt from a mile away.
'No. Today my purpose is not its.' Ezio stated again, this time to everybody else.
'I agree,' Leonardo put in. Without any fear showing, he picked it up, turning it gently in his fingers. It didn't even flicker at his touch: surely it must have felt the wisdom and the knowledge buzzing in his fingertips? 'It seeks the touch of someone else.' He looked up – directly at the Doctor. 'And who else has it not seen already?'
'I thought it might be meant for me.'
Everything was silent at that. With an intent look, Leonardo solemnly held out the Piece of Eden to the Doctor. He eyed it a moment, unsure of what he would see and what this meant, but slowly, he reached out –
And took it.
In an instant, the room exploded into light – great, bold striking lines of light that zipped and bounced from wall to wall as reams of golden data exploded into existence. Everybody cried out as one: except for Leonardo, Ezio and the Doctor, who rose from their seats to exist entirely at the will of the Piece of Eden. Information flew past them all, entire eons of it, faster than anybody could comprehend: but there was something different. Because at the centre, where the Doctor stood, words and images flashed into existence, looking like the lights you see after looking at something too bright: after effects of the past. Ezio and Leonardo struggled to read those words in the dizzying swirl of fact and truth that surrounded them, but the Doctor could: and his face hardened. He became angry, and as if he were walking through a breeze, he stormed through the film of golden data in front of him and abruptly shoved the Piece of Eden into Leonardo's grip as he passed him: at once, the spectacle was cut off, leaving everyone blinking and muttering as the Doctor took himself from the room – looking at no one, saying nothing. He was a man possessed, and nobody dared stop him – not even as the unmistakable sound of the TARDIS taking off ripped through the hideout as she took her incensed Time Lord elsewhere.
'What – ' Machiavelli managed. 'What did he see?'
'It said something to him…' Ezio replied, blinking. He could see those words, floating in front of his eyes, but they were fading quickly: suddenly keen to know what the Doctor had been told, he focused his eyes into their heightened senses, and at once the words were clear to him again: floating in the air and a harsh, neon blue.
'What does it say?' Leonardo asked.
'I…I don't understand…' Ezio seemed genuinely baffled. It hadn't been what he was expecting: but what had he been expecting? Something…something more profound. And completely not that.
He looked up them all, hardly believing the words as he spoke them.
"Hello Sweetie?"
And then Amy and Rory looked very, very quickly at each other.
DON'T JUDGE ME
DON'T JUDGE ME
DON'T
I'm with the majority of you when you say EW HER WHAT'S SHE DOING HERE. AGAIN but but BUUUT for the purposes of this fic she worked really, REALLY well and I'm using her as a plot device, more than anything. So despite her being around for a few phases, I really hope you guys keep reading and I hope I do her justice, despite my personal dislike for her.
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