Stepping into the ship, it's not the darkness that makes me uncomfortable, per se.
Though some of the metal walls are sparking, where the impact of the crash had damaged the infrastructure of the ship, it's not that either.
It's not the oddly homey, floral fragrance that seems to permeate the whole ship, sharply contrasting the foreboding appearance.
No…
It's the fact that the hallway before me seems to stretch on forever. It's really only about twenty or thirty feet long, but the ship itself isn't that wide.
It can't be…
I'm used to this sort of thing, that's not why I'm suddenly very wary.
No one else in this universe should have the capacity to create or obtain this technology…
It's impossible.
"That's impossible." The Doctor says, echoing my thoughts, "Bigger on the inside. No, nope, not possible. Impossible, do you hear me? Impossible."
He seems angry, furious really, and I can understand why.
A technology that only one of his own people could possess and understand…
It's being dangled right in front of his face, just daring him to grasp it, daring him to allow himself be vulnerable to the shattering disappointment that I have a terrible feeling will no doubt come to visit once again…
He's furious that he's being given no choice but to feel this way, because the fact of the matter is, he has already begun to do just that.
Hope.
I can feel it, digging its claws into his furiously racing mind, exploding with emotion at the mere idea…
"Doctor, maybe there's another explanation… Optical illusion, perception filter…" I say, and he nods curtly as he brushes past me, a hand on the metal wall.
I follow him closely as he knocks on the wall with each step he takes, then pauses to sonic the entire length of the hallway. I expect the shimmering of a failing perception filter, or the groan of a machine as the sonic causes its illusion to fail.
Nothing happens.
"It's real. No alteration of our perception, this ship really is utilizing dimensionally transcendent engineering. Dimension dams…" He says, his voice small.
The instinct to curl my thoughts of support and comfort around him is nearly overwhelming, but...
I don't know what to say. It's like trying to play psychologist to a stranger.
"There are only two races that figured that out in the whole of existence, and one of them is made up entirely by me… That I know of." He says softly, looking over his shoulder at me when I still don't say anything, his eyes intent upon mine.
He looks like he wants me to do something, say something, to make this horrid hope he's feeling disappear.
When he finds out it's not another Time Lord, that he's still cursed as the last of his kind…
I bite my lip, and reach my hand out to him, and he takes it, giving me a grateful and short-lived smile. We look down the darkened hall before us, the sparks that illuminate our way beckoning...
"The other race was the Daleks." He says as we begin to make our way down, to where I can see a split in the hall. One path to the left, one to the right.
"Dalek ships are made of Dalekanium, and this is definitely not Dalekanium. Besides, the architecture is all wrong..." I say, tapping the wall, listening to the dull thud it makes, "Also that Dalek shot it down, why would it attack one of its own ships?"
I can feel my words stoking the fire in his mind, excitement and impossible expectations trying their best to dig their way to the surface.
Oh, sure, this is good, keep pushing him higher and higher, maybe this time he'll completely splat like a rotten tomato when he inevitably falls into spiraling loneliness.
Very nice.
"It could also be stolen, I mean… It looks a little old." I say lamely, knowing it's kind of an outlandish thought, to say that someone could have stolen Time Lord technology from before the Time War…
"Or maybe… No, can't be." He mutters, shaking his head as we reach the fork in the hallway, pausing to glance down each way.
"This place could be infinitely huge, it'll take forever to search it…" I say, and the Doctor nods, squeezing my hand before sliding out of my grasp.
"Quite right, you go that way, I'll go this way, holler if you find anything, don't forget which way you came from." He says, suddenly bright and loud, marching away from me down the hall to the right.
You can't be serious.
"Wait, really? Splitting up, now? Is that really a good idea?"
"Not a good one, no, but an efficient one, yes. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do, and you'll be fine. Call me if you need me." He says, tapping the side of his head with a single finger, and with that, he leaves me in the dim, impossible hallway.
"It's not me I'm worried about, you crazy alien…" I mutter before taking a deep breath and turning towards the left hall. It's a wall of darkness, this hallway is, the sparks fewer and far between.
Since when have we split up in a situation like this? I feel like this is just asking for it…
This branched hall looks to be much the same as the last one, except this one's floor is different. Kind of cushiony.
I crouch down, squinting in the nearly nonexistent light. I can see that it's pink carpet, soft as bunny fur when I touch it with the tips of my fingers.
I almost laugh, it's so ironic.
Pink fluffy carpet on this big scary, impossible ship?
I stand up and continue on, feeling tense in the silence. Nothing but my breath, my heartsbeat, and the low hum of the ship under my feet.
I reach through a doorway with outstretched hands and a light flickers on. And keeps flickering, like something out of a cheesy horror movie. I can see most of the room between flickers though. It looks strangely normal.
So normal, that it makes my insides squirm.
I haven't seen a room this normal in nearly eight years.
There are what seems to be purple bean bags scattered about on the floor, which is covered in the same pink carpet from the hallway. Books are strewn about the right half of the room, having fallen from a rather tall bookshelf adhered to the wall. A wooden ladder with some of the rungs broken off lays on the floor.
It looks like a living room to me. A nice one, at that. Cozy.
Something tells me that whoever runs this whole operation isn't exactly a threat…
I continue on, towards the doorway on the opposite end of the circular room, nearly falling flat on my face when I trip over something.
"What the…" I growl, clenching my jaw at the pain of stubbing my toe.
Whatever it is, it's heavy and definitely metal.
I look behind me from my sprawl on the ground to see something familiar. Not the shape or the contraption itself. I'm almost sure I've never seen it before in my life.
But the Doctor I knew was always tinkering around, welding things together, making little gadgets. It looks like one of his little inventions, sitting there on the pink carpet, completely out of place. Antennas and wires protrude from all over it, winding in and out of the tiny ball of metal.
I try to pick it up, but no matter how hard I try, I can't do it. I turn around, crawling over to it, my curiosity getting the best of me.
What? Is it attached to the floor? Is it part of the ship? Superglued to the carpet?
I crawl around it, face practically to the floor, trying to see what is making it so heavy. My eyes catch upon a familiar jagged, round piece of metal, with a silently spinning iron bar in the center of the device.
A gravitational magnet. I remember the Doctor showing me something he'd made with that in it...
"Why would you need it though? When would that come in handy?" I say, and he lifts his chin indignantly, twirling the device he'd run so eagerly to our room to fetch in his hands, his long fingers curling around it almost lovingly.
"You're just not thinking creatively enough, Evy. What if you needed to sink something to the bottom of a very deep body of water? What if you needed a very reliable paper-weight?" He says smugly, as if those were very common problems that needed solving, "See! Creatively."
He flicks the iron bar into motion in the center of the cube, and as soon as it starts moving, I can see the weight of it increasing, burdening his hands. He drops it, his feet dancing out of the way just in time as it smashes into the floor.
I grin, trying to push the square hunk of metal with my foot, to no avail. It remains embedded in the floor near the pool, sinking deeper into the pretty stone with every moment. Poor T.A.R.D.I.S...
"I think you made it a little too strong, though." I say, and he shrugs, "And you forgot an off switch."
"Minor details. Next time, it'll be perfect." He says, running his hand through his damp hair, his eyes suddenly crinkling, and immediately I know exactly what is coming. He ducks his shoulder and lifts me up, and just like that I'm back in the water with a Time Lord cannon-balling practically on top of me. When I break the surface, gasping for breath between laughs, it's his hands I register next, managing to bring goosebumps to my skin, even in the warm water.
I swallow thickly, finally leaving the contraption be, and stand up to give the room one last glance before heading through the doorway.
It's another hallway, longer than should be possible. The lights are still flickering, quicker now, and instead of apprehension, it's annoyance that they're beginning to cause.
A seizure warning would've been nice before entering…
At the end of the hallway is a wooden door. A completely average wooden door, hinged to the metal wall, with a normal doorknob and everything.
I raise a brow, grasping the knob and opening it slowly at first, then shoving it open and peering inside.
"Baaaaah!"
Excuse me?
In the dim light, which thankfully is not flickering in here, I see…
A goat.
And an alpaca.
Oh, and another little goat!
"A petting zoo?" I say, letting out an amused and relieved breath.
That's exactly what it is. It's a little petting zoo. The entire room is lined with pine shavings, the smell pleasant when mixed when the musky scent of a barn.
"What on earth are you guys doing on a spaceship, huh?" I say, my voice turning high-pitched and gooey at the sight of the animals.
I should ask the Doctor to put in a petting zoo! This is actually a fantastic idea. Kudos, whoever made this ship.
I make my way to the goat's stall first, and they stick their funny little goat faces over the short fence. I smile when one nibbles at my arm gently, letting out a little bleat of greeting.
"Yes, hello to you, too!" I say, ruffling their furry little heads before moving to the alpaca in the next stall.
It lets out a low grunt when I reach my hand out to it, moving to the opposite side of its stall to show me its rear-end.
Okay, a little less friendly than your buddies, I see.
I glance around, noticing a drippy faucet coming from the wall with a few buckets strewn about. A metal container is tipped over, with little pellets of food and grain spilled into the pine shavings. One purple rubber boot sits on the left side of the room, and the other sits on the opposite end.
"I bet you guys didn't appreciate the whole 'crashing' thing…" I mutter, and my eyes drift to the next doorway. I turn the faucet off as I pass by, hesitating, my eyes upon the doorway.
I frown, suddenly feeling… Something.
Unfamiliar and strange, I can't even tell what it is, but I do know that it's a disturbance.
A telepathic disturbance.
There's only a handful of species I've ever been able to communicate with telepathically. Maybe two, other than the Doctor, of course.
One species was one that had branched off from a contemporary species of humans in my era. Though they were years behind our level of evolution, humanoid and exponentially more hairy than their neighboring species in Time, they had one advantage. Telepathy.
Telepathically, they were much weaker than me, even with me being the mutt that I am, only communicating in nonverbal sentiments of alarm when necessary. Their planet was treacherous. Even a cry for help could doom your entire group...
Another was a slimy and strange species, sort of like frogs mixed with snakes, but more mucosal and drippy. They could only communicate telepathically in colors and emotions, though, never actual words or sentences.
This… I've never felt this, I don't think.
I take a few steps towards the doorway, and the feeling gets stronger. A sort of cool pulsing.
I peek my head through the doorway, seeing that it's the control cockpit of the ship.
Jackpot.
I reach tendrils of my consciousness out as far as I can manage, towards the familiarity of the Doctor.
I think I found something. I'm past the petting zoo, on my side of that split hall. You can't miss it.
What? Who...
I recoil immediately, staggering backwards through the doorway a little when a stranger's thoughts force their way into my own, bullying those words past my defenses as if they were nothing.
My hearts pound in surprise, my lungs working at full capacity suddenly. I try my best to reinforce my telepathic walls, knowing that if I can't protect my mind, I'm basically a sitting duck to whoever that was.
Attack the mind and you can basically attack every single bodily and mental process a person can possess…
I don't dare reach out to the Doctor again.
I hear something on the opposite end of the cockpit, the rustling of fabric, something being knocked over, and my hand flies to my mouth as I inhale sharply.
Okay, don't freak out. Be cautious, but don't freak out…
I swallow, my mouth suddenly bone dry, and take a few tentative steps towards the sounds. They seem to be coming from the front, where I can see two seats positioned away from me.
I peek around one of the tall backs of the seats, to see something unexpected.
A humanoid, slumped onto the floor in front of the seat. A girl.
"Hey." I say, crouching, all the fear gone in an instant, replaced by concern. I roll her over onto her back, and she stirs ever so slightly.
She doesn't seem to be injured…
My hands tap the sides of her face, which is framed by short, jaggedly cut reddish hair. She's dressed in a very nice, formal dress, with a gold bodice and cream train, and sleeves of gold lace.
It doesn't seem to quite fit her very well. Sort of baggy, as if she'd gotten the wrong size.
It's scorched in one spot, the familiar evidence of a Dalek's presence…
She's quite pixie-like, isn't she? Harmless looking…
"Hey," I say again, louder, "Are you alright?"
I place my fingers on her pulse point, and my hearts drop all the way down into my feet.
Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud.
Four beats. Two hearts.
Oh my god, it's true... This ship-
She coughs and groans, causing me to snatch my hand back. Her face scrunches up before she opens her delicate mouth, and a stream of gold floats up to the ceiling, passing through it like it's nothing.
My jaw drops, and my eyes dart from the ceiling back to her face. I drop from my crouch to sit on the floor, staring at her, unable to move an inch.
Regeneration energy.
"You're… But that's… You can't be." I whisper, and suddenly her eyes are open, gazing at me with startling intensity, a breath-taking amber gold that is painfully familiar.
The same color as my Doctor's…
I lick my lips nervously, holding her gaze precariously, warily.
Then she yawns, stretching a little, and sits up, glancing around the cockpit with what seems to be distaste.
"Excuse me, but have you noticed something off about this place?" She says, her voice scratchy and melodic at the same time.
I stare at her for a moment, my brain short-circuiting on one little fact, hung upon it like a repeating record...
She's a Time Lady. She's a Time Lady. A real Time Lady. Gallifreyan, definitely Gallifreyan. Time Lady?!
"A few things, actually." I say, cocking my head, scooting back a little.
Experience has taught me to be wary in situations like this, pink fluffy carpets and petting zoos or not.
"Oh, good, so it's not just me," She says, standing up and smoothing her dress, "For starters, this god awful wallpaper has got to go."
She strides over to the wall by the doorway and rips down a huge poster of some 70's band my dad had loved back in the day.
"Oh. Not wallpaper. Still, had to go, don't you agree?" She says, crumpling it up and tossing it over her shoulder. It hits me in the face.
I blink slowly, my brain trying and failing to catch up.
"And this dress? Tacky and frilly, hate it." She says, ripping it at the seams with a single jerk of her hand and tossing it over her shoulder as well.
It also hits me in the face.
She rubs her stomach absentmindedly, looking around as if suddenly confused.
"Where is he, where's Calix?" She says, and just like that, in her purple boyshorts and ill-fitted bra, she's out the doorway.
"Wait, is this your ship? How are you even here? Who are you?" I shout, tossing the dress to the side, scrambling to my feet to follow her.
"You know what, that is a very good question. I like you, you're good to have around, you ask the right questions." She says as she makes her way through the petting zoo, patting the alpaca as she passes, who seems to like her just fine.
"Do you realize how impossible you are?" I say, and she pauses, turning to grin at me.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much, I try." She says, before continuing into the next hallway.
"Wait-" I say, slowing my pace in the dimmer light, the sparks on the wall causing me to take my time.
"You don't like the dark. I don't think I like the dark either. I used to, you know. I'd purposefully keep the lights on low power, make it a little dim. Cozy it up. I like a cozy ship, don't you? Do I? I think so." She says from the end of the hall, and I can make out her slim figure turning to corner into the next room.
I hear the buzzing of the sonic, and then the flickering in the next room turns into constant light, thankfully.
"Blimey! Bit under-dressed for a crash-landing, don't you think?" I hear the Doctor's startled voice, and finally I make it into the next room to see the girl put her hands on her thin hips.
"I am not. I am perfectly clothed, thank you. Besides, I did you a favor, I had been wearing an absolute train-wreck." She says, her voice indignant.
"Jenny!"
A boy with crew-cut black hair, wearing a fancy tuxedo, cut in an old style, runs into the pink-carpeted room, his face crumpling when he sees the red-haired girl.
"Oh, Jenny…" He says, shaking his head, his slanted brown eyes full of grief and despair, "I'm sorry, I tried to get the dead-lock to work in time. I tried, I'm so sorry…"
He brushes past the Doctor to place his long black jacket over Jenny's bare shoulders, seemingly unfazed by her state of undress.
"For what? I'm perfectly fine! See? Still me, just a different model! Third edition!" She says, twirling around, before giving him a big grin.
They stare for a moment before throwing their arms around one another, hugging tightly. I watch the Doctor carefully, knowing he'll be able to feel the disturbance of her mind, knowing he's realizing what she is.
He blinks slowly, his throat bobbing up and down.
Are those… tears?
He blinks once and his eyes are clear.
I cough softly, and the boy, whom I presume is Calix, looks at me over Jenny's shoulder. They part quickly, grinning at each other before giving me their full attention.
"Hi, sorry, excuse us for intruding, but your ship crashed into a village, and a Dalek was sort of destroying it, so we figured we'd, you know, check it out." I say, and Jenny scowls.
"The stupid thing followed us for ages, wherever we went. It caught up to us, at the very first New Year's in Times Square, 1904... Must've locked on to a DNA signature or something if it could follow us through the vortex." Jenny says, and I nod, shuffling my feet a little.
She managed to come up not only with dimension manipulating technology, but also vortex manipulators, on her own. No T.A.R.D.I.S to work with... She must be damn brilliant.
"That's actually something I wanted to ask you about… Who exactly are you?"
"She's my daughter." The Doctor says, and Jenny's eyes snap to his, as if truly noticing his presence for the first time.
My eyes bug out of my head.
"Daughter?" I choke, my gaze locking with Calix's, as his is the only appropriately baffled expression in this room. His eyes are even wider than mine.
I can feel the connection of their minds then, the two Time Lords, the clash of excited thoughts and fond memory.
"Dad…?" Jenny says, and the Doctor nods, a disbelieving smile on his face.
"Dad?" Calix mutters, his voice high and small.
"Jenny... I thought you couldn't..." The Doctor says, shaking his head.
"I can... and I did. I told you we were the same." She says, and the Doctor covers his smile with his hand before it runs through his hair.
"Similar, too similar, quite right. I thought... Well, you were..." He says quietly, his green eyes somber. Jenny shakes her head, thrusting her arms out and twirling once.
"I was, but I'm here, you know how it works! You changed, too." She says, nodding to him, and he smirks, straightening his bowtie, twisting back and forth.
"Yeah, what do you think? Brand new Doctor." He says, and she laughs, covering her smiling mouth tightly as if she needs to contain the sheer joy or it will cause her to implode.
"Brand new Jenny!" She says, and practically jumps on him, and he laughs loudly, and twirls her around in the happiest hug I think I've ever seen in my life. He rests his head on her spiky red hair, his face happier than I think I've ever seen it, in this form or the last…
What is going ON?!
Everyone turns to look at me, and I realize I expressed that sentiment out loud.
Oops.
"Right! Evy, this is Jenny, my daughter, and Jenny this is Evy, my… Evy." The Doctor says, waving his hand over me as if presenting a rare and exotic animal. Jenny yanks me into a hug of my own, pulling back to give me a kiss on each cheek.
"Evy!" She says, as if the name on her tongue is the most delightful thing she's ever uttered.
My god, she's like a ball of sunlight, this little ginger Time Lady.
"Okay, that's great, hi!" I say, letting out a nervous chuckle, "But how?"
When? With whom? Did I miss something?
I glance at the Doctor, my grin just as wide as my eyes.
I feel like it would be important to tell someone you had a relationship with for the past decade.
"Oh, by the way, I have a fully grown daughter and also I am not the last of my kind, so there's that."
"That's a great story, I love that story, tell her Dad." Jenny says, and the Doctor lets out a breathy laugh, smoothing his hair back with an apologetic, lopsided grin.
Yeah that's sounds important to me.
Suddenly the carpeted floor beneath our feet quakes and quivers, and a shrill alarm sounds, red lights blaring from the corners of the room.
"What's happening?" I shout, stumbling as the entire ship jumps beneath me.
"The engines, I should've turned them off once we landed, but I was a bit preoccupied, you know, with dying. They're overloading trying to compensate for the two that have been lost, they're going to blow." Jenny yells, grabbing her companion's hand and heading for the doorway. Calix looks as if he wants to start apologizing again, but then his eyes bug, and he tugs her back.
"The boys! What about the boys? We can't leave them!" He shouts, and she halts, giving him a horrified look before turning on her heel.
"Give us a second!" Jenny says, and they run back through the doorway, towards the control room.
The Doctor and I hesitate, assuming they'll be back in a moment, and finally he meets my eyes. I must still look completely floored, because he gives me an awkward little dancing grin, willing me to be as overjoyed as he is.
"Surprise!" He shouts, his hands shooting towards the ceiling, his fingers wriggling at me.
Why did you not tell me? I thought we'd gotten over keeping secrets, a long time ago. Or is that not how you and your Evy handled things? Just keep it to ourselves, then?
I want to say all of that and more, but instead, I just give him a wide smile, gesturing with my own hands to mirror his.
Suddenly an alpaca practically bowls me over, shouldering me into a wall in its hurry to escape the ship.
Apparently alarms mean something to it.
Jenny and Calix come careening from the doorway, each with a little goat in their arms.
"We don't have much time! Go on, Jenny, you first!" Calix shouts, concern for her vivid on his angular face. She runs in front of him, towards the doorway, and suddenly, everyone is gone from the room, goats and all. The Doctor doesn't hesitate for a single second to follow his daughter out into the hallway that leads to the exit.
"But your ship! You've obviously put so much work into it! Years and years, I'd say!" The Doctor shouts from the hall, and I finally get my feet to get moving, running after them.
Sure, don't worry about me, I'll manage.
The red alarm lights in the hall are blinding, and the sparks are more violent now.
"I can convert another! And with you to help, it'll be a piece of cake!" She shouts back.
I reach the fork in the hall to see them sprinting ahead of me, and the sight allows my feet to really fly.
Gotta catch up!
The ship lurches under our feet, and everyone stumbles. I bump into the wall, and my arm connects with it, touching one of the sparks ever so slightly. A burning sensation runs through it, into my very bone and sinew, it seems. I hear Calix let out a cry of pain, a little goat bleat of surprise, and I think the same thing must have happened to him. My eyes sting with the sudden shock, more startling than painful, really.
"Calix! C'mon! Evy, hurry!" I hear Jenny's shout, and I get myself straightened out and running again, seeing that the Doctor has paused, as if realizing that I'm here as well.
He gestures for me to hurry, and as soon as I've gotten past him, he follows behind me, a hand ghosting on the small of my back as we run together. It all feels very familiar, despite the fact that our already screwed up world may have just been turned on its head in the matter of fifteen minutes.
We all burst out of the ship's entrance, and down the ramp. The Kai-ba are watching from their remaining huts, fear in their gigantic eyes as fire starts to spew from the engines under the stabilizers of the ship.
They don't understand a single bit of what happened or what is happening.
"Everyone run! Run, it's going to explode! Fire! Lots of fire! Follow us!" I shout, and the Kai-ba hesitate, looking at one another as we hurtle from the ship towards the edge of the jungle, where I can see the alpaca standing, prancing nervously, as if wanting more than anything to keep running forever. Yet he's waiting there, for Jenny, I think.
The ground rumbles as the left side of the ship starts to go up in flames, and that sends the Kai-Ba into motion. They yowl and chirp, shouting to their family members to run, scurrying out of their huts after us. They valiantly carry their young and elderly without another moment's hesitation.
We all make it a safe distance away, and together, we watch their village go up in heat and light, a compact explosion taking any semblance of normalcy from this day.
Everything they had known is gone, blasted away in a single moment by something confusing and alien to them.
I know the feeling...
I glance at the Doctor, but he's looking at Jenny and her companion, who seem to be checking one another for any wounds.
I tear my gaze away to turn my attention to the people who need my help, the frightened and flabbergasted Kai-ba. They're whimpering and muttering amongst themselves, scurrying to and fro in panic.
This is usually the part where the Doctor does his thing, makes everything okay, shows them it'll get better. Except... He's not doing that.
He's completely fixed upon Jenny, hovering over her and Calix like a curious hummingbird or something.
Looks like it's up to me, then.
"Everyone, listen to me, I know this is all confusing and scary, but we just need to stay calm and work together. If we do, we can build homes, a new village by the end of tomorrow." I say loud enough for them all to hear me, and they turn their wide faces to me, and instead of the animosity I half expected, they look rather grateful.
After all, we showed up at around the same time that they lost a member of their family, and then their village blew up. I'd probably be a little pissed if I were them, no matter what we did to help...
Yet, I see only trust and relief in their large eyes. A dangerous trait for an entire species to have, to be trusting and open to change.
Yet I'm envious of them for it...
I can't help but sneak another glance over my shoulder, to see that the Doctor is healing the burn on Calix's arm with the sonic, Jenny looking on with concern. The Doctor's eyes connect with mine, probably feeling my gaze, and he nods me over, as if wanting me to join in.
Come, get to know my daughter, marvel in her existence! His emotions scream, all eager and overjoyed, completely ignorant of the pain and devastation of the people before him, the Kai-ba.
His daughter.
Someone he never mentioned, not even in passing, not even one word. Something he obviously kept to himself for a reason, whatever that reason may be.
No, I don't belong in that sacred place, all mixed in with a memory he obviously held so very close to his hearts that he couldn't bear to let anyone know.
I shake my head, dropping my eyes to the ground before turning back to those trusting eyes all upon me.
Yes.. Change is an elusive beast to get a hold of, to grasp and tame.
"Everyone start gathering supplies! I'm going to fetch some tools from... our... hut." I say, turning to where I believe we left the T.A.R.D.I.S.
But if I can help someone, an entire village, to make change their own... I can do it for myself.
Right?
A/N
GUYS!
Hi.
So, whaddya think so far? I'm having a blast writing when I can! It's a good stress reliever, you know :] And Eleven is just too much fun. Still missing my Ten, and let's be honest, I will always miss Ten... But that's what makes writing Evy so natural. Evy will always be connected to Ten. She lived a good chunk of her life with Ten...
Change is hard to get used to, as we all know. Whovians have to do it once every few years, to get used to a new face as the man we all know and love. New personality, new reactions, new everything.
I honestly think Whovians learn things from Doctor Who that are important and relevant to life in the past, present, and future. Don't you agree?
We're so aweome. Lol
Okay, so I love you guys. Please, pretty please, let me know what you think! Reviews are so nice, and make my life just that bit brighter, you know :D
Hooray!
Lots of love,
-A.