THAT FINALE
Her Wolf was on the seat. Heart rate slightly elevated, breathing imperfect, the entire body was wrong.
She'd felt it for days now. A foreign heaviness in Her circuits, the feeling of something clogging Her vents and filters, and She'd felt tired. So tired. But She'd run a diagnostic and had found no faults in any of Her systems. There was only one logical explanation. Her Wolf could feel Her warnings. Perhaps Her Wolf's body was trying to warn Her.
So she'd run a diagnostic on Her Wolf's body and discovered hostile microorganisms taking root. She'd analyzed them and determined their purpose then immediately searched everywhere in Her systems for a way to kill them without harming Her Wolf. There was nothing sufficient onboard. There had not been for some time. She'd tried to warn the Dark Girl but she had not understood. Neither had Her Doctor. He'd mistaken Her warning as pleas for maintenance and landed them on this lump of rock with air incompatible with human bodies. Such frail things they were.
The moment the Dark Girl shut Her doors the TARDIS went into action. Her Doctor sent Her into the vortex and She flew.
He set coordinates. She ignored them as She often did.
No, you fool, that is the wrong century, too far ahead. Their medicines are incompatible with her body. This century has the most effective cure that her body can work with.
When Her Sisters were alive, it was considered bad etiquette to not follow the precise directions of your Time Lord or Lady. But then what fun would that be? She stole him so She could see the universe. Sometimes he got to pick the destination, sometimes She did. It was fair. But sometimes she sensed disturbances that needed resolving and She saw him there doing just that, so She took them there, landed them near to the action, and waited.
Right now there was no room for error. The sooner Her Wolf was fixed, the sooner She would be as well. She was not enjoying the sensation of feeling…sick. That was the word, wasn't it? Sick: a term describing a less than optimal state of being in the English language. Yes.
"Where are we going?" the Dark Girl will ask. Spoken language: English. All present understand. Translation not required.
"65th century. They have the best medicines that are still entirely compatible with her system." Her Doctor will reply.
"What do you mean 'compatible'?"
"The human body evolves over time. As you progress so do the sicknesses and the medicines. The 65th century is about as advanced as your bodies can handle and after that their version of pneumonia is too different."
She entered the Earth year 6389 and quickly scanned the planet for all medical facilities. She selected a large one in London with traces of arton energy indicating the presence of time travelers recently or creatures familiar with the vortex. Perhaps another of Her Sisters had been here. This would do. She materialized in an alley across the street from the hospital.
The Dark Girl and Her Doctor took Her Wolf into the hospital and She waited for them to return. Instead of spending time properly analyzing the planet and time in which they'd landed as She usually did, She spent the time they were away to rearrange.
Her Doctor's Room moved back to its place next to His Rose's. The Dark Girl's room three doors to the left. The kitchen and infirmary placed one corridor over with the library. All of them located near to the console room. She started a filtering cycle to purge and cleanse the air fowled by illness. She moved Her Doctor's things he'd left in the console room to his room, cleaned the infirmary, moved the book to Her Wolf's room, and returned the oxygen packs and masks to the storage cupboards.
She waited.
She monitored the happenings inside the hospital through her bonds to Her Wolf and Her Doctor. A physician was examining Her Wolf and speaking with the Dark Girl and Her Doctor. There seemed to be some disbelief at Her Wolf being out of her time. They would scan her system and believe. They would help her.
She waited.
Time flowed past her. No danger, no urgency. They were safe and Her Wolf would be fine.
Her Doctor, Her Wolf, and the Dark Girl returned and She greeted them with a light hum, the only form of speech She possessed that their ears could process. Her Doctor sent her into the vortex and smiled, patting Her console, and went to take His Rose to lie down.
They would be fine.
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