Hi. I know, I suck. Sorry! I got a tumble, then I started watching Sherlock, then Merlin, than supernatural and I was working on the school play then finals then I had a bunch of stuff in June and now I'm working on watching all the star trek. Anyway so here's the next chapter. It should get really interesting soon, I've written the next couple chapters but I'm not very happy with one and I might need to adjust a few things.. But, whatever. So heres this chapter. I'm still not happy with how I'm writing the Doctor, cause it's supposed to be 11 and I feel like he acts to ooc but its not purposeful. But he's depressed here so, anyway whatevs. Just read,
The Doctor and Rika ran inside the TARDIS both splattered in purple goo. The Doctor quickly ran up to the console and dematerialized while Rika wiped bits of goo off her backpack.
"Um, Doctor, "Rika asked looking up," um, that – thing, it said 'destroyer of your own kind' but it was lying wasn't it? I'm mean, you wouldn't do that. You, you wouldn't." please say no, Rika thought, please, say no. He has to say no. Rika had felt almost sick when those words had been said. But she didn't know why.
Quietly the Doctor spoke, "she wasn't lying. I did."
"What?" Rika felt like, like- something tiny inside her died with those words.
The Doctor turned to face her, " she wasn't lying. I- I committed genocide against my own people."
"Why?"
'Their was a war. The last great time was. We were losing. Everyone was losing and I was the only one who could end it."
For some reason the fact that there was a war didn't surprise her, "so, so does that mean they're all dead? You whole species?"
The Doctor nodded, "Yes," He looked at Rika, "you're crying." That was a bit odd the Doctor thought. None of his other companions had cried when he told them. Attempted to be sympathetic? Yes. But cried? No.
Rika reached up and felt her face, "oh, um," crying? Why was she crying? It was horrible yes, but it didn't really affect her, except she felt like it did, "I um, uh,"
Rika fumbled in her bag and pulled out her sketchbook and started flipping through it. The Doctor looked over her shoulder,
"You're a good artist." he commented. Rika looked up,
"Thanks."
The Doctor stared at the picture the book was open too -it was possibly she could have drawn that if she had accessed the TARDIS data banks but he would know if Rika had and- their was a date in the corner.
"Rika, this is important," the Doctor said
Rika stood up and turned to him, " what is?"
"Do you know the date? I mean what was the date when you first ended up here?"
"Why is that important?"
"It just is."
"Umm, I'm not sure, late December I think,"
"What year?"
"2012."
"Your sure?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna get cleaned if you don't mind."
"Um yeah, would you mind I borrowed you sketchbook to look at? You're an excellent artist."
Rika shrugged and handed it to him," sure. I'm gonna go now. See ya later."
Rika wandered off into the TARDIS leaving the Doctor staring at the open page of the book. It was impossible. Completely impossible for Rika to have drawn a picture of Adric dated June 2011.