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Chapter Eleven Death Follows Wherever You Go
The Master stood waiting in the cell. He was patient and calm when it came to getting what he wanted. He wanted Catharine to realize that he was the one in control not her. Suddenly there was laughter behind him. When he turned around he realized that it was the man in the Victorian coat. "What are you laughing at slave?" The Master asked angrily.
"You can't control her like you want…Koschei, she's her own person no thanks to me." Victorian man said calmly while folding his arms over his chest. "Besides, she's with the Doctor now; you can't be in control of her ever again."
"We'll see, after all she has my blood as her own now."
"That's not enough to warrant you controlling her again." Victorian man chuckled to himself before closing his eyes and falling back into a deep meditative state of mind. He no longer cared that he was arrested by UNIT; he only had a few more years to live after all. Not to mention he had worked with the Master, even if that was against his better wishes. He was fully aware of what he had done, unlike his daughter. She was innocent of all the crimes she had committed while under the control of the Master.
There was a knock on his cell window. He opened his eyes to see the pale skinned, black haired daughter that he had always imagined. Her bright blue-green eyes had startled him at first; he hadn't expected them to look exactly like his own. They were already worn and tired, not from age but the fighting she had seen. It was not something he wanted her to live through on her own. He wanted to be there for her when she was growing up but he knew what was going to happen if he was there. The last time he had seen her she was only three years old. He shook his head then stood up to get a better look at her. She was shorter than her mother, if only by mere inches, her hair was cut to boy length and stood on ends at all times. He chuckled as she put a hand against the glass.
"Daddy, please tell me why you left us." She said while pressing harder on the glass.
"I knew that if I hadn't your mother would have died sooner than she did." He replied nonchalantly "You're also wondering why I put the sub programming in your mind that I had. I will tell you so that it was he could not control you any longer than he did, but there was another reason, Catharine, you need to find yourself out. Please stay with the Doctor; I want what is best for you."
Catharine looked at her father one last time then nodded her head. It was odd seeing a man that looked old enough to be ones grandfather and thinking of him as your father. At first she would have thought, if she hadn't seen his worry lines and creased forehead and crow's feet around his eyes, his hair had turned white from stress but she knew otherwise when she had seen his face fully. It was nothing to be ashamed of but it was worrying when she knew that he was going to die before too long. She walked back to the Tardis where the Doctor stood looking at the screen. His face showed that he was deep in thought and deeply disturbed. "Doctor, are we going to leave soon?" She asked while standing next to him.
"Yeah, as soon as I figure out what to do with the Master."
"Kill him." She suggested with a half-hearted shrug. When the Doctor looked at her like she had to be kidding she let out a sigh. "Yes I was joking but no, he has to be dealt with in the harshest of ways."
The Doctor couldn't argue with her there, but then again he wanted things figured and done like what the Time Lords would have done. He went back to looking at the computer screen. He knew that she would not truly understand why that was his wish. He could feel her gaze looking him over while trying to think by her own standards. "Catharine, I don't want to kill him but I ask know how much of a liability it is to leave him here." The Doctor said grimly.
"He'll just escape," She concluded without further clues.
"Yes," The Doctor agreed. He was happy that she was finally able to make these conclusions without his help anymore.
"Doctor, what if we left my father in charge of the Master's…location?" She asked while thinking to herself. She was trying to see the outcome of the new situation. Even she could see the Doctor's thought process.
"I see nothing wrong with that." He muttered while pulling out the cell phone and calling the Brigadier. He informed the old man of the plan and then looking at Catharine sadly. "Thank you Brigadier."
"Don't tell me, the Master has already escaped." She muttered while looking at her finger nails. "Damn it…more fun." She laughed at what she had said while trying to figure out why this had happened.
"Yes, the Master escaped." He said bitterly. "This time he took your father's vortex manipulator with him."
She stopped laughing then shook her head. "Don't look at me; I wasn't the cause of it this time."
"No, but Catharine, your father's dead." He bit his lower lip after saying that. The air grew still and cold while she moved over to the captain's chair and sat down. Her eyes became distant and confused. "Catharine, talk to me." He sat next to her then proceeded to rub her back.
"I was just down there, he was perfectly fine." She whispered in a frightened and catatonic voice. "Doctor, he was perfectly fine when I left him there." She looked at him with the familiar wide eyed look that meant she was scared. He nodded his head then pulled her into his arms.
"Everything will be all right." He whispered against the top of her head. He could tell that she was not only scared but sad; even if the sadness was buried behind the fear of the Master. He could almost hear the drumming that had made the Master insane while holding Catharine. It was strange.
"Doctor," she whispered then curled up closer to him. "Something just isn't right anymore." She was crying as she fell asleep against his chest. He looked down at her closed eyes then chuckled to himself.
'So this is what I am now, a pillow.' He thought sarcastically while picking her up bridal style then carrying her off to her room. The Doctor laid her on her bed then kissed her forehead. Her hands curled up into fists then retracted as they felt the sheet come up to them. Her face made her look at peace finally after all that had happened. He stood there looking down at her until finally thinking it through and pulling up a chair to sit next to the edge of the bed.
He drifted off into his own sleep while sitting there. But a blood curdling scream woke him. He saw Catharine sitting upright and holding herself like a fearful child. He moved onto the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms again. He didn't know what had caused her to become like this but he could almost imagine that it had something to do with the Master. She rocked back and forth in his arms and was making noises that were a cross between sobbing and mumbling. "Shh, I'll make everything all right." He said calmingly. She nodded her head then stopped moving as she struggled to keep herself from shivering."You going to tell me what you saw?"
"I…I don't remember, I just know it was nothing good." She finally said through her chattering teeth. That was new to him; he had never seen her act like she was cold. "I don't understand this; I'm not cold but yet I am shivering like crazy." She rubbed her arms then chuckled to herself.
"I think it's just your nerves on the alert. After all you just heard…well yeah…anyways we should go somewhere that way you could calm down."
"No, no trips to paradise just make a random trip and let the Tardis take us wherever she wants to go." Catharine said while looking up at him. He nodded his head with a lopsided grin.
"You've got it." He helped her to her feet then walked with her back to the control room.
She held onto the railing as the Tardis began to whirl through time and space once again. She was laughing as the Doctor beat on the control panel with a mini-sledge hammer. They walked out of the Tardis to see that it was raining and possibly the Victorian Era once again. This time the people looked slightly different from the people in Cardiff. Catharine walked back inside and grabbed her black trench coat. They walked around the city and she listened to the people talking; American's. "Doctor, they're American's." She said in his ear. He grinned then looked around.
"You're right, good assessment." The Doctor said encouragingly. "But where are we specifically?"
She looked closer at everything. She could tell that it was the Victorian age, somewhere around 1865 judging by the ingenuity of the design of the carriages and the dresses. Her eyes wandered over the city as a whole. It was raining, mud and cobbled brick work, pot holes, and then she saw it, there was a large white building in the far off distance. "Washington D.C or what will become D.C." She finally said calmly.
"I'm proud of you Watson." He said jokingly. "Now, there must be some danger or something for us here."
When he had called her Watson she giggled to herself. She had never thought of herself as a female version of Watson but then again the Doctor had to be Sherlock Holmes, or at least the Time Lord equivalent. "I rather liked that movie, the portrayal that Robert Downy Jr. was quite excellent." She said while holding onto the Doctor's arm. No one was really looking at them but merely glancing at them. "Besides, I find it rather funny that Sherlock was always trying to get Watson not to marry the girl."
"Yes, well I would think that you wouldn't want to go gallivanting off just for some guy, leaving me behind and all alone." The Doctor said with a kid like smile and gleam in his eyes.
"Of course not, I wouldn't dream of it." She said then leaned up closer to him she felt a cold rain drop drip against the skin of her back and she accidently let herself shiver. "Sure, I may not be cold all the time but the cold rain hitting the skin gets annoying!" She stared up at the sky bitterly.
The Doctor laughed to himself. She was still a child compared to him but there was something that was familiar in the mannerisms and acting that reminded himself of…well him. She let go of his arm then asked people around for the accurate date. It turned out to be April 14, 1865.
"Oh boy," She and the Doctor said in unison as they looked at each other.
"Well, we can do one of two things. First we can just go or second…go see a play." He grinned at her as she started doing some calculations on her fingers. "What is it?"
"I feel like I'm forgetting something." She said as she looked up at the sky and did yet more calculations. "Supplies, nope got those, clothing, Tardis supplies those, my gun, damn it." She started to run back to the Tardis but the Doctor grabbed hold of her coat collar.
"You won't be needing that, after all you're traveling with me now." He stirred her in the direction of the playhouse. They walked in without a problem and took seat in the audience. When the play had started Catharine looked in the direction of the president's box. Her mind was set on two things, keeping the time lines safe and not letting herself try and save the president. The Doctor took hold of her hand and looked her in the eyes. Gun fire ran out and they waited for everything to fall into place.
"Sic siemper tyrannous!" John shouted after landing on the stage. Catharine flinched then buried her face in the Doctor's shoulder. Her instinct was to help and save the president but she knew that it was no use. The Doctor squeezed her hand gently then motioned for her to follow him as the crowd left in a fleeing frenzy. The Doctor then had her run up the stairs and help the people carry Lincoln's body out. He ran up the stairs after everyone had fled and looked around for any clues. There weren't any really but then again anything helped calm Catharine. He walked to where they were keeping the president and saw that Catharine was helping the medic examine the president. The Doctor looked at her face to see that there was nothing wrong with her. She was completely calm and relaxed with situation as a whole. The body guards started to move to attack the Doctor until Catharine shouted something at them. The Doctor saw that they backed off and nodded to her.
"He's with me gentlemen; he got me here after word of Booth's plot against the president." She said while looking at the back of Abe's head. "I'm surprised he's alive." She was muttering. "Normally a shot like this would kill a man instantly."
"Is he going to live?"
"Not to my knowledge." Catharine closed her eyes and turned off her telepathy.
"What would a woman know?" The Medic exclaimed. "You are no doctor!"
"No, but I have fought in war's before my good gentleman!" Catharine retorted with anger. "And I have killed many people; most were killed quicker than you can blink!" She got up and stared into the man's eyes.
"Catharine, stand down." The Doctor ordered while walking over to her slowly. Catharine visibly backed off in her anger then went back to looking over the president. "Catharine, you might want to check how his mind is doing." He whispered in her ear.
"I don't know how, not to mention they might become suspicious that something is going on." She whispered back then shook her head. "This is bad…really bad…we need to go." She got up and walked away.
"I'm sorry for my friend's behavior, normally she is quite stable." He said then followed her back to the Tardis. Her gaze was being distorted by tears, he could tell that from how staggered her walking was. Once inside the Tardis he waited until she turned to face him. Her eyes were red and puffy from the freshly fallen tears and rain. Her cheeks shown a brighter red than they had before and her nose looked just as red and raw. He held his arms open wide and she quickly found solace in them. "You need to learn to control that new temper of yours my young friend."
"I'm sorry." She said while leaning into his embrace. "Death seems to follow me wherever I may go."
"You're not the only one there."
A/N: Not much more left, review please.