The Doctor's destruction was at hand. Just a few more days and he'd be out of her life, everyone's lives, for good. She wasn't sure how it would play out in the end, could never be sure about that, but there were only two scenarios. Either he'd be dead or he'd be trapped with the memory of what happened, what was about to happen, wishing for his own death, begging for his own death, for the rest of time. She liked that idea the most, but she'd settle for his death.

He thwarted her last attempt to kill him, even though she made sure he would have to be there, made sure it was fixed point. He got around that, was there, but protected. Safe inside the Teselecta. That's why she was there, making sure her plan succeeded.

The door to her office slid open and one of the doctors stepped inside.

"He's awake," the man said.

The Flesh had been destroyed. It was the only reason he'd wake up. She anticipated that. Knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. The Doctor would know now, about the Flesh, not about her, not yet. She'd taken precautions, but it would be best to double check. She couldn't have the Time Lord finding out, not until it was too late to stop the inevitable. She stood up.

"Is he still in the harness?" she asked.

"Yes, he's strapped in."

"Good. Put him back under and get another one made. When it's ready teleport it to the penthouse, but make sure someone cleans up the mess first," she instructed, crossing the room.

"Yes, ma'am," the man replied and then hurried down the hall.

She walked in the other direction, to the control room. Her ship was cloaked, but he had the TARDIS so best to make sure he couldn't locate them. The last thing she needed was to be found before the final act. Three more days, that's all she needed, three more days until the Doctor's destruction.


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