As soon as the girl looked like she was about to burst into tears, the Doctor backpedalled immediately.
“You’re fine! Nothin’ wrong with you at all! Just not human, despite what everyone may think. Here, lemme feel your pulse.”
The Doctor took the girl’s wrist, feeling the pulse point there. “Yeah, you too. You got two heartbeats here – bet you’ve been confusin’ plenty of folks. I’m a Time Lord, and it looks like you are too.”
“Probably only the staff at the orphanage…” she said quietly. “You can’t confuse people when you’re kept out the public eye for your own safety… I stopped aging 20 years ago… they home schooled me when it became obvious…”
“I don’t like it here… doesn’t feel right… i- I just want to belong somewhere… to be wanted…” Tiffany whimper as she tried to hold back the tears, feeling like a child, instead of a 30 year old…. and now she knew that she was a child… practically a baby the woman had said…
The Doctor frowned. She knew that feeling well, even though she didn’t grow up in a different culture with a different race. Sometimes, she thought it would have been better if she had.
But she pulled Tiffany into a hug, trying to make her feel at least a little wanted. “Then come with me. They don’t know what to do with you, maybe I can do better. At least you’ll have someone who’s like you.”
A whine left the child’s mouth as she clung to the older woman, feeling already attached. “Really…?” she asked quietly, as if she couldn’t believe she was actually real and not a dream.
“B-but what about the people at the Orphanage, wont they look for me? Do you not need to adopt me or something? and i don’t want to leave my stuff, its all ive got, ive even got a necklace and a book that was from my parents.”
Nodding, the Master led him over to the bed and then promptly pulled out their PJ’s setting them on the end of the bed, giving him the choice if he wanted to change into it or not.
Koschei himself, changed into his red silk PJ and got into the bed, pulling back the corner and patted the bed. “Im allowing you to get in yourself.” he told him raising a brow, showing that he would pull him into the bed if he didn’t get in himself.
The TARDIS lands on the enterprise and and the Doctor peers out with a squint. “Hey! Hi! Yes you! Can you tell me where Ive landed? I feel like I took the wrong turn at Minaton 5…” she called to the passer by, hoping that they either tell her or call the captain, because this looked like a ship… and she could feel the vibrations. -over the coms she could faintly hear someone say *protocol sigma* not that she had a clue what that was-
Protocol Sigma. Something he’d never thought he’d ever have to engage, as it seemed so preposterous. And yet, here they were.
He knows that his crew can handle things – if protocol sigma is being announced, that means that shields are up, everyone is heading for their stations, and all recording equipment has been switched on across the ship – so he steps up to answer the woman.
“Minaton 5? I don’t even know where that is. We’re orbiting Hatos space station, Alpha sector. Who are you?”
“Im the Doctor! You don’t mind if i step on board, do you? I promise i’m no trouble.” she beamed as she stepped out of her box and closed the door after her with a click.
She then looked at him for a long moment, looked and the walls, listened to something, before suddenly scanning him and the ship itself.
“OH! Is this The ENTERPRISE!??! Oh MY GOSH! Ive ALWAYS wanted to get on board TheEnterprise!!” She beamed and rushed over to the nearby door and over to the window.
“Did you say Hatos? Thats Miles away! Thousands of Lightyears! Im WAY off course..” The Doctor pouted. “I wanted to get ice cream, Minaton 5 makes some ACE ice cream, it could even rival the stuff from New Earth.”
Successfully chasing off some troublemakers from a woman who apparently seemed like she needed help – she came to a running stop, doubling over, breathing heavily. “Hey- did they hurt’ya?” She glanced over to the lady, before realising who she was. She stopped. Staring. Was that…
“Y’can’t be. …Clara?”
Shaken but unharmed, Clara gave the woman a Slight smile. “Yeah… yeah im Good… I-”
“Wait… Do i… Do i know you?” She frowned. “Cause you Clearly know my name…”
“UH-” Ah, awkward. Very awkward. But this was Clara. The one that she had forgotten about until – until she didn’t. Her gaze passed over the other woman, taking her all in, before instantly shifting forward, holding out her hand. “I’ll explain later, but let’s just get outta here, yeah? Don’t want them comin’ back.”
She gave her a judgy look but nodded. “Yeah, sure, lets go.”
The woman reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She paused looking at her hand and then mentally said ‘what the hell’ and took her hand.
That voice never shut up, tempting him with all these things that he would have never considered. But every time the influence got stronger and it was getting even harder to resist. So the best solution? Put himself where he wouldn’t be able to act on any impulses, away from the console room.
He went to one of the furthest rooms in the TARDIS, the Library, and hid there. Eventually, he swore he could hear something else…but he was sure it was his mind messing with him.
“I told you to leave me alone!” He shouted loudly at himself.
“Aww~ and here i thought you would be actually happy to see me.” The Master pouted, having found the tardis on his ‘doorstep’ and the old girl worried over something.
“Now, how about you tell me who you are shouting at and why your tardis thinks that i can help with something, hmm?” he asked walking over and slung his arm around his shoulder… or as best as his short self could.
The Doctor was peeling a rather large… fruit, that was the size of a medium sized snow-globe. It was Purple-y Pink and smelt like a cross between oranges and apples with a dash of raspberry…. And it had have rather long tentacle like roots.
“A Manorga… Would you like to try some? i’m almost done peeling it.”
that has a character with the same name. We’re both on a River Song Discord server and we all came up with most of her traits. This is a quick sketch on what she’d look like as a teenager.
Torchwood Gifset per Episode OTP Version Season 1 Episode 8 They Keep Killing Suzie Ianto: If you’re interested I’ve still got that stopwatch. Jack: So? Iano: Well, think about it. Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch. Jack: Oh yeah, I can think of a few.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 