Series 9: What We Deserve
Warnings: dark themes, violence, torture, m/f, f/f & m/f/f relationships, explicit scenes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did…damn you, Moffat!
Summary: Wherein the Tardis muses some more on her Thief, her Impossible Girl, the crazy one and the new girl.
They're finally home again. It's taken them long enough.
I know those half-humans stole me away, but really, I was right under their noses! Even my Impossible Girl didn't hear me. It's times like these that I don't know why I let them out of my sight. They're always getting into trouble.
It was a strange one, this time. A funny little universe, full of my Thief's pets that were just…missing something. They didn't feel right, like they were incomplete. They felt like one of my Impossible Girl's soufflés, all gloopy and uncooked in the middle. I didn't like them touching me, running their hands over my external shell like I was just a box.
They brought one back with them, my Thief, my Girl and the crazy one. I like this one, she's pretty and clever and nearly complete. She looks like Osgood, nice-clever-pretty-Osgood, but she isn't. She isn't nearly as big on the inside, but she could be one day. I like her; I think I'll keep her for awhile.
It's changed all of them this time. I felt it when my Girl called out to the mad one, through the bond she-he and ImpossibleGirlClaraOswinOswald have, so strong, so frightened. She feels different now, the confusion is gone, the fear is gone. The fear was good; it kept her sane and safe. The fear kept her good. I worry for her now, I don't know where she's going. She's going to break my Thief's hearts again.
She is so much stronger, she scares me now. There's a madness in her head now, even without the song in her head. She escaped it, for a little while, back on that damaged Earth, but it's coming for her again. I can feel it drawing closer. I don't want it to, but I can't hold it back.
My Thief and the mad one are changed too. He accepts my Girl now, sees her for what she is and accepts her. But that way lies madness, and she'll make him forget himself. He's already forgotten so much already, I'm scared for him. I just want to take him far, far away from all of this. From my Girl, from the mad one and from this journey. It might destroy us, oh, I can't see in this interminable, howling dark!
I hate the mad one all the more for what he-she's done to my Thief and my Girl. My Girl was blissfully ignorant of all she could be before he-she came along and killed teacher-soldier-PE, before he-she dragged them on this journey, before he-she forced me to come here. My Thief was sad but content, and my Girl had no idea of the madness and darkness she carried inside herself. She didn't need to be.
But there's only so much you can do when you're a big, blue box, even when you're bigger on the inside and exist all over Time and Space. I don't want to hurt my darling Idiot, my Thief or my Girl. The mad one is joined to them now, as tightly as though they were one cell. Soon, my Thief and my Girl will do the same, I can feel their desire for that now and when that happens, there will be nothing to be done.
The singing is coming again now. I can feel it seek out and latch onto my Girl, disturbing her rest where she lies in the mad one's arms. It'll hurt her again soon.
But…there's something else. Something is coming. I don't like it, it screams and cries and curses. Its cold and heat and pain. It's ancient and new and eternal. Its desolation and need and terrible, terrible desire. It'll swallow us whole.
It's followed the singing, and it's coming for us.
To be continued...