A/N: Hello, here is 100th chapter, a little change of perspective, third companion of Jack's adventures in Year That Never Was, this is conclusion of a paradox time, next one will be in season 2.

Spoilers: Well, 1-6 season Doctor Who

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

The Tardis felt as her thief thought, she felt his emotions and she was disturbed by them. She had let him live in her, and she had let him to control her most of the time, she even let him have his own emotions, they were interesting and colourful. She further indulged him when he would bring new people aboard, they were funny too, their emotions could be even more entertaining, and her thief would be more willing to play and search new events, to create patterns she could never completely predict. She liked that, the Universe was a dull place without it. It was a different thing when strange and new people came in, she tended to leave those behind. But never her thief, he was too wonderfully complex to toss aside and he kept her company although he was unaware of that most of the time.

She like it that way, so she didn't interfere most of the time, but sometimes she would push him in certain direction that she thought would suit him, that would bring his emotions into a more acceptable scale that would move around, she loved to move, and he did as she wanted. This was one of those times. He stood there doing nothing, not moving, with any new places on his mind, and no desire to meet someone new, worst of all he thought about quitting. That's why she threw him into that ship that would get into difficulties. She often steered him into trouble knowing he worked best in problematic times, that he shined in them, and that he dealt with change best while running and solving puzzles. Usually she did it subtly just adjusting the time where she would land, sometimes the place, but sometimes that wasn't enough especially not when he wasn't willing to even open the door. Luckily that wasn't required too often, she had to recover from this one, but it was successful.

Last time when she did it, in his timeline, she was able to be more subtle, although that woman wasn't subtle, she shouted all the way, but even that shouting was good for her thief, it interrupted his thoughts and he was unable to think about that sweet little person he dragged along, she liked her too, she looked at her and was willing to let her take control, to see through her eyes. It was fun to look at her thief in such way; it was fun to directly impact the world. That woman made decisions, and she delivered them, it was strangest set of decisions that she has witnessed in her existence.

For example that lively man that tried to charm even her, which she didn't mind, became something even she couldn't look straight at. It was like he became one with the universe, he became the essence of existence, without changing who he was, forcing the world around him to adjust to his presence in times and spaces that weren't intended to have him. He became a blind spot for her and her thief, and in some way that choice pained him, so she tried to avoid the fact of that man. She failed because she was unable to see him properly. She landed the Doctor to refuel like he wanted, landing exactly where that old and enormous thing walked around, that was a mystery and a challenge worthy of him, especially because he'd seen one of those before. But he was nowhere to be seen, how that was possible so soon, she wondered. And then her thief, not her, spotted him approaching, she was so startled that she ran and ran trying to shake him off, but his will was too strong to break, he was the life itself, you couldn't escape that.

The next time she looked at that fact of a man she was trapped, unable to move, unable to think properly, to see the outside world. She was trapped in a bubble on a planet that cannibalised not only her, but themselves, and the one that was blame for it was that one that was so similar to her thief. That one that knew how to subdue her, to control her levers and buttons in a way to limit her will to the tinniest of spaces. She hated that, she dreaded that destiny when she sat on Gallifrey and waited to be assigned to the one of those gardeners that had groomed her into conscience, they liked control, and she wasn't like her sisters, subdued and kind, uninterested in a Universe that was at disposal before their eyes. Her sisters were indifferent in such a manner that they had no desires of their own. That's why she stole her thief, because he entered her without permission and she recognised kindred spirit, she could see the unpredictable future she would have with him, the future so different than the ones other gardeners offered to her. That's why when he pulled that lever she took off with him, letting him take her on the ride. She never regretted it, not even when her sisters were lost along with his, they made the universe unbearable, full of traps and prisons, there was no other way.

Her thief suffered her trap and prison, that impossible man that was a fact felt her pain too understanding her, and sitting there trapped she began to understand him, him that persisted, and she got used to that choice deciding it wasn't the bad one. Everything was forgiven when he entered her and delivered her from that constant pain and shortage of thoughts. If it had to be done he was a good choice for that. When she repaired herself, repairing the time that was crooked she held him steady on her deck trying to protect him from the hurricane. There was no need for him to die once again, not in her, to disappear just to appear again moving through pain on both ends.

Pain was something that limited moving creatures considered unacceptable. Even her thief tried to avoid it. She helped him with it introducing that shouting woman with the magnetic old particles, he was hurting for the sweet woman, and the shouting woman was a solution to that pain, so why had that pain had surfaced again? Then she remembered just as she finished her repairs and her thief completed his part of repairing on board of that big ship that it just hadn't happen yet on his timeline. It was a moment to move things along. The Tardis searched and looked at that woman that still glowed in her inner sight; she found the right moment to land, and moment in which she would be willing to be stolen. Now all her thief had to do was to wish to go to Earth once again. That shouldn't be too long of a wait; he would have the need to see everything sorted, that people were still living their lives.

I have to mark this I've breached not only 100th chapter, but also 300th page, all in this chapter, and the fact that it is a Tardis chapter is a real treat for me. I haven't expected this chapter, but it's brilliant, I love the Tardis, without her there wouldn't be Doctor Who or Torchwood. All of you who reached this far with me thank you for reading, now off to season two.