A/N So this is the next chapter..Anyone have any suggestions for future characters for me to write about? (Not Rose, because I'll be writing that in good time..i have a feeling I'm going to have to spend a while on that one!)
This chapter's about Novice Hame's opinions after NEW EARTH (not Gridlock. I might do that a bit later)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Duh?
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Chapter Two – Hame
She stared blankly at the inside of the small police car. An officer sat next to her, watching her closely. He had a small grin on his face, and she guessed he had been among the small number to be suspicious of the sisterhood. Many years ago, she knew, there had been a tiny group campaigning for the closure of the hospital. Perhaps they had been right.
So many people had died today. Her mentors had perished, and she had never felt more alone. She had worked so hard to care for her patients. She had known about the Flesh, like they all had, yet she thought of the greater good. The experiments were nothing more than that: they were not truly alive.
She could not understand how the Doctor was so against purposely creating them. Because of the Flesh, millions of human lives had been saved. Would he rather New Earth burn with sickness like the last one?
The car touched the ground, and the door opened. The officer gestured for her to get out, and she did as she was told. She walked behind the officer into the police station, her hands still handcuffed behind her.
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After she had been questioned, she was shoved into a small cell. She had promised herself that she would not cry, but she broke her promise. She wept for herself, the patients she had left, and the lives that had been lost.
After a time, she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with thoughts of the Doctor. He had seemed so kind, and perhaps he had saved her from herself. If the Flesh could feel, were they all going against their vows?
She was woken by clanking of bars. A man stood in front of her, and he silently outstretched his hand to her. Puzzled, she took it, and suddenly found herself in a different room. She realised the man must have had a teleport; he had transported her to an unknown place, and that terrified her more than anything.
She looked around her, and much to her relief, she saw, in a corner, a large tank with an old, withered head inside. The Face of Boe. Her last patient. Her face broke out into a smile as her guard read out the instructions. She was to become Boe's carer, as punishment for her sins. This was at the order of the Duke of Manhattan. Her case would be reviewed in twenty years. There would be no chance of appeal.
She felt lucky; perhaps the Goddess would forgive her in time if she tended devotedly to one person. Perhaps this was the time to start over. Perhaps everything would be alright.
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Hame nurtured Boe's needs without fail. As she slept, curled up next to him, she could hear his low, soothing voice sing to her, comforting her nightmares. After a time, she even fell in love with him.
A giant face and a cat. Maybe there truly is someone for every one, after all.