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A/N: HELLO, REMEMBER ME? I'M THE AUTHOR WHO GETS ON YOUR NERVES BECAUSE I DON'T UPDATE FREQUENTLY. I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE FOR THAT AS MY LIFE IS COMPLETELY HECTIC AT THE MOMENT. A HUGE THANKS GOES TO ANYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED/ALERTED/FAVED… YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY YOUR SUPPORT MAKES ME. * VIRTUAL HUGS ARE ON THE WAY TO YOU ALL* ANYWAY, AS THE DOCTOR WOULD SAY… GERONIMO.
The escape pod jolted and jerked as it sped through space at an incredibly fast rate, the pod was heating up rapidly, the signs of tiny flames were starting to flare on the outside material of the pod . The baby wailed at the top of it's lungs. " Shut up!" The Master growled fiercely but that only made the baby more determined to scream and cry. The pod started to clang loudly and the metal material that the pod was made of suddenly didn't look so strong as it had earlier. The Master shook his head, if he didn't do something quickly, not only the child but himself would surely be killed. He began frantically pushing buttons on the small screen in front of him, that was currently black.
" All systems online. " A overly friendly robotic voice echoed out as a hologram of a woman in her mid twenties flickered into life on the screen. " You are in escape pod five seven eight. How can I help you?
The Master sighed in relief. " Where is this pod heading?" The Master questioned whilst juggling the still distraught baby in his arms.
" Destination for pod number five seven eight is the fields of Trenzalore. " The holographic woman smiled a little bit too widely.
" Show image of location." The Master ordered.
" Why certainly sir." The woman replied before seemingly blinking out of existence, she was replaced by images of the fields of Trenzalore.
" Wow." The Master mouthed. It wasn't quite the paradise that Gallifrey had been but it was close. The sun shone every day for eight hours straight before hot rain would fall upon the ground. Despite it's name, there were no fields. It was like a jungle, with plants of every kind and a River that ran down the centre with pure, crystal blue water. Best of all! It was completely inhabited, apart from primitive animal life. " Why wouldn't anyone want to live there?" He pondered out loud to himself.
The holographic woman reappeared. " Many people believe that the fields of Trenzalore is cursed and that one day some tragic event will happen there."
" What sort of tragic event?" The Master asked, curious.
The woman, although completely computer run seemed to be in deep thought. " Unknown." She informed him after a while.
The Master was about to say something when he felt the pod flip upside down, he gripped onto the baby and cried out loud as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder. " Right and what chance of not crashing do we have?" He grunted, already knowing the answer.
" Escape pod number five seven eight as zero percent chance of not crash landing. Have a nice trip." The woman grinned and the screen was once again blank.
The Master scrunched up his eyes and pulled the baby so close to him that he could feel it's tiny, newly formed heart beating in a frenzy alongside his two hearts.
" I hope you're worth this kid." He whispered softly as the tiny bundle trembled against him in fear.
River Song wasn't a woman that gave second chances nor was she a woman to dive straight into killing a person. Kavarion taught her as a child that it was best to make your enemies suffer first, to keep them on edge. This was rather ironic, considering Kavarion was now on the receiving end of her nice, new shiny gun. " Where's my son?" She hissed.
" Oh. Why didn't you say you wanted him. I'm afraid he's already gone dear." Kavarion sneered.
" I will ask you one more time. Where is my son?" River eyed Kavarion carefully, prepared to pull the trigger at any given moment.
" Oh he'll be far away by now. So far away." Kavarion let out a laugh.
River pressed the butt of her gun firmly on Kavarion's head and prepared herself for the kill but still Kavarion was completely unphased. " You don't think that I'm capable of doing it, do you?"
" You failed to kill The Doctor, now you will fail to kill me. " Kavarion smiled smugly to herself.
Rivers hand trembled; not in fear but in pure rage. This woman had had taught her how to kill. This woman was responsible for both physical scars and mental scars she bared. It had been mere luck that she hadn't killed The Doctor and if it hadn't been for the love that had been sparked up in her for The Doctor, events could of gone in an entirely different direction. Now the woman had the cheek to tell her that she wasn't capable of killing. " Goodbye Kavarion." River suppressed a chuckle at the suddenly terrified look on Kovarions face. Kavarion barley had time to scream as the bullet tore through her flesh and tunnelled it's way downwards into her skull , before embedding itself in her brain. Kavarion's body fell onto the floor with a horrible squelching sound, her blood that spilled from her head was as black and deadly looking as the woman herself had been when she had been alive.
River felt one single tear slide down her cheek. She knew that killing Kavarion hadn't made the slightest difference to her situation nor would it mean her son would suddenly be placed back into her arms and she knew deep down that if The Doctor had been with her. Her Doctor. The Doctor that had usually been so strong. She wouldn't of shot Kavarion. But her Doctor was gone, replaced by a shell of a man. " Dam." She cursed as she reluctantly made her way back to the TARDIS, without her son and without a single answer to the thousands of questions racing in her mind.
Ten years later from previous events …
River walked down the corridor of enraged, madmen. Some were talking complete gibberish, others pushed their faces up to the glass that contained them, snapping and snarling, then there were those who sat wordlessly staring into space. However the man that she was going to see wasn't mad, he was just incredibly damaged.
After she had killed Kavarion they had all headed back to the Ponds household and over the six months that had followed had tried to put the shattered pieces of their family back together but having to look after The Doctor, a man that could barley even form a sentence together, had taken a toll on all of them. His physical injuries had healed fairly quickly but the damage Kavarion had done to his mind seemed to have been a permanent fixture. She hadn't wanted to put him in this god awful place but the fact was that The Doctor had become as much a danger to himself as to others and even though her parents had supported her, she had struggled to cope. It was her mother who had suggested that he should be sectioned not her soft hearted father who had surprisingly been rather reluctant to let go of The Doctor. The moment The Doctor had lashed out at her because he didn't know who she was, was the moment she had broken down into tears and agreed that it seemed the only thing sensible. To think that had been nearly over ten years ago.
She blinked as the familiar face of Martha Jones swam into her vision. " Sorry Martha. Spaced out a bit there didn't I."
Martha smiled warmly at her and placed a hand on Rivers shoulder. " How are you today?"
"Fine. The Same as always. " River sighed tiredly. " How is he? "
" He's making a lot of progress, actually we're all quite surprised by how much he's come on in the past couple of years. It's all coming back to him slowly. He seems to remember a bit of his past every day" Turning to her with a serious frown creased in her features she said, " I don't want to get your hopes up though River. He's still a very sick man"
River nodded in understanding, although she knew that her hopes had fallen so far that the only direction that they could go was upwards. " Is he up to having visitors today?" River asked, anticipation bubbled within her stomach at the thought of seeing her husband again after so long.
Martha contemplated the question for a moment. " Yes. I don't see why not. Any trouble though and I'm afraid you'll have to leave. "
" Yes of course." River unwillingly agreed.
For a while River walked with Martha in silence but as she was allowed into The Doctors cage … no cage was a bad word … As she entered his cell she turned around and whispered, " Thank you." to Martha who just simply nodded.
Not surprisingly there were soldiers watching both her and The Doctors every moves. She shivered involuntary. Ever since the soldiers that had worked for Kavarion had taken her baby away from her she had hated the sight of them, even though the soldiers watching her now were good people, she just couldn't shake her hatred for soldiers.
She tried to ignore the soldiers, focussing all of her attention on The Doctor. " Hello sweetie."
The Doctor looked up at her with his bright green eyes and grinned. He stood up and snapped his finger energetically before swaggering over to her. " River Song. You bad, bad girl. What do you have for me this time."
Rivers mouth came agape. " You remembered who I am." She gasped in shock. The Doctor standing before her was acting as if nothing had happened, as if he was still her Doctor.
" River Song, how could I ever forget you?" He paused to pull fondly at one of her curls.
" Sweetie, how much do you remember?" She queried.
" Everything." He smiled sadly.
" But. How?" Her eyes widened.
" Lets say a cup of tea does the world of good." The corners of his lips curled. For that he received a slap on his arm. Luckily for him River was in too much shock to give him a proper slap so it had turned out to be more of a mild tap, despite that, he still feigned a look of hurt.
" Sorry Sweetie. It's just … are you telling me that if we'd given you tea that you wouldn't have been locked up in here for ten years?"
" Well yes. You see, tea stimulates and heals any broken chromosomes and…" He was interrupted by Rivers lips smacking onto his.
" Oh." He squeaked as River finally released his lips. He cursed himself as he turned a bright shade of red. It was unbelievable that after all they had been through he was still affected by her in such a way. Quickly gaining his composure he brushed a hand through his hair and gripped tightly onto Rivers hand.
" Right River ready to run on my signal."
" Always." She replied with a flirtatious wink.
The Master watched joyfully from a distance as Theta ran through the jungle of long luscious green grass. With each passing day the young boy was growing into a strong and intelligent Timelord and was becoming the spitting image of his father when he had been a boy back on Gallifrey. He had a mop of dark brown hair that stuck out in every direction possible, giving him a slightly mad scientist appearance, and was gaining a slightly tanned complexion from being outsid underneath the sun all day.
The Master closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The last ten years hadn't been easy and at first he'd been quite reluctant to keep Theta. He had even considered dumping the child somewhere and running away. However those big stony coloured eyes looking up at him had stopped him, somehow, for the very first time in a long time, The Master had begun to feel again. He considered Theta as family now and would do anything to protect him. He sometimes wondered about the evil witch that had tossed Theta into his arms all those years ago. Would she ever come back to take Theta away from him? Or had she forgotten about him? He highly doubted the latter. And another thing that bothered him was, what had happened to The Doctor? Had he died? Or had he survived? Was he looking for Theta? Or had The Doctor come to the conclusion that his son was dead, gone forever?
To worsen things, Theta had started asking questions. Questions The Master wasn't sure how to answer. Things like … 'Who's my mother? ' Were an absolute mystery to The Master. Whoever the boys mother was, The Master was certain that she wasn't human, and if she was then Theta had been lucky to inherit his fathers smarts. The Master snorted, the word human practically meant stupidity. The only thing that he had told Theta was that he was his uncle. It just made things a whole lot easier if Theta thought of him as family.
" Hey uncle! Watch." Theta yelled.
The Master opened his eyes and chuckled at the sight of Theta dangling from the tallest branch of one of the many banana trees. Theta beamed at him and plucked a Banana off before peeling and stuffing the mushy fruit in his mouth.
The Masters attention was taken away from Theta as his ears picked up a tiny pinprick of sound, a sound that he hadn't heard in a long time. " Can't be." He muttered to himself. But just as if to prove him wrong yet again, The Doctors ship materialised only a few feet away. His hearts momentarily stopped beating before he came to his senses. He got up and with much apprehension walked to the blue box, ignoring Theta who had jumped down from the tree and had decided to follow him.
Once face to face with The Doctors TARDIS he rapped on the door six times. He almost toppled back onto Theta in surprise as a man in strange attire opened the door. He looked terrified, his eyes were as wide as saucepans and his nostrils were slightly flared. He wore a tweed jacket which had obviously taken it's beating over time, a bow-tie that was almost a matching colour to the TARDIS, red braces, a stripy pink tinged shirt, trousers that were pulled far too high above his waistline and black boots that were in desperate need of a good polishing. Despite how professorish the mans attire was, his face was young but his eyes told a whole other story … which could only mean one thing. " Doctor." The Master exhaled.
The man nodded confirming The Masters suspicions. " Master." His voice wavered with uncertainty, his eyes contained a haunted look as if he was seeing a ghost.
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