-REMEMBER ME-

CHAPTER TWELVE

Stuck

I scream my frustration to an empty room, screaming out obscenities, and curses, and just senseless jibberish, because I am so, so angry at you, and you couldn't even stay to give me a proper explanation as to why.

WHY?! Why did you do this? WHY?!

After I take out my frustration on the perfectly innocent TARDIS, throwing things and yelling and smashing, I spend hours attempting to fix what is impossible to fix. I won't be stuck here. I won't let you do this to me. I'm going to fly off, away from Gallifrey, and I'm going to chase you down and slap you into next week. Or the next century. Whichever one will hurt most.

I am absolutely livid with you. With every failed attempt to fix the Eye of Harmony, my frustration increases. With every hour that passes that I can feel the TARDIS Matrix fading, my desperation increases. And with every hateful thought that spews out of my head and out of my mouth, I begin to realize just how hopeless my cause is.

When I step outside the TARDIS again, filthy, covered with grease, my hair a mess and angry tear tracks on my face, it's dark again. As I look up at the sky, and see the twinkling stars, now beyond my reach, I can't stop the tears from flowing down my face.

Why would you do this to me?

I lean against the TARDIS, which is disguised as a statue, and just sob. Even now, when she's dying, she reaches out and tries to comfort me with her mind. She's such a young thing. She's too young to die. It's not fair.

An indefinable amount of time passes before I dry up my tears, and push myself away from the TARDIS, walking down the garden path.

I go back into the house, and my father is waiting for me. He looks worried. I don't yell at him. I can't. It's not his fault.

It's yours.

"How did I get back here?" I ask my dad in a soft, almost dead voice.

"He brought you. The Doctor. He took care of you," he says. He looks so worried about me. "He was worried. I was too. He said it wasn't quite right. That your regeneration went wrong. That it didn't go like it was supposed to. He took care of you. I thought you were going to…"

He trails off, and he says no more, but he just pulls me close, and I let him hug me for a moment. And then I leave him, and go to the garden, because I can't stand to be around him right now. Not when he let you kill my TARDIS.

It's not fair. I hate you more than I have ever hated you before. I hate you.

How could you do such a thing? How could you have found it in your hearts to kill a TARDIS for something so simple as keeping me here? Why, Doctor? Why? You could have just asked, and I…probably wouldn't have listened. But you could have stayed and explained.

I'm trapped. Stuck on Gallifrey.

Because of you.

They will not grant me another TARDIS. I cannot steal one, like you did.

I cry the day they take my TARDIS away, haul it away to the junkyard like it's just a broken car and not a living thing. I hate you. I hate you.

It's years before I can get over my anger. It stews inside me, and now I walk around with a chip on my shoulder.

I can go nowhere, because of you.

I cannot sit at home and do nothing, so I go back to the Academy. I earn my doctorate. I learn a lot, but it is nothing compared to being out among the stars.

I can't help but think that, even if it is Gallifrey, and you, who hated school, and you think that the Time Lords are all so pretentious (which they are)…I can't help but think you would be proud of what I have achieved.

Even though I'm still so angry with you.

It's years before I can feel anything but loathing towards you.

I can't stop thinking about you. How much I miss you. How I'm going to slap you when we met again and then hug you so tight because I miss you so much.

You're going to get such an earful from me, and you're taking me with you. I'll not leave your side again.

And when you finally come back to Gallifrey, you declare yourself President.

It's such an odd move, even for you. You, who couldn't wait to leave Gallifrey…and now you want to be President? What has happened to you?

Once again, you've become the talk of Gallifrey. And you demand to have a rush put on it, declaring yourself President with the ceremony to be set up as soon as possible. You have every right, but it's suspicious.

I've been staying in the Citadel recently, because it's closer to the Academy than my dad's estate. So it makes it easy for me to observe what's going on, and it makes it incredibly easy for me to sneak into your chambers the night before your ceremony.

I know I probably shouldn't have, but I need to see you. So badly.

And this time, I know you'll remember me.

Run you clever boy, and remember me.

A/N: Up next, is The Invasion of Time, which, btw, was actually featured in "The Name of the Doctor" you know, for as many plotholes as are in "The Invasion of Time" I can see why Moffat put it in TNOTD because Clara being there fixes a lot of those up. Oh, btw...The Invasion of Time was awesome, i think. It fits in so well with what I've written the next few chapters...plus Tom Baker is awesome. Is it bad if I've totally fallen in love with his Doctor? Not even kidding. He might be my favorite after David Tennant and Matt Smith.

...and you know, after series 7B and while I've been writing this story and watching all the old Classic Who episodes featured in "The Name of the Doctor" ...I'm convinced that Time Lady Clara being important to the Doctor is Moffat's own personal head canon. :P

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