“You don’t need to call me ma’am,” the woman said, smiling. “My name’s Ororo. Can I come in?”
She was doing her best to put on a friendly face, to put the teen at ease. She knew that this was a delicate mission, that the girl should be rightly suspicious of her, but it was still essential that she talked to her, found out if they could help or not.
She pursed her lips. “Lets play a game, if you can guess the password, then you can come in, if not you will have to convince me why i should.”
The Password was of course, multiple choice to see why they were here. the first, for the hell of it, was the word Mermaid. If they said that, then the woman knew what she was… If they said Water, then they knew of her power to control it.
Anything else, then they were here for something entirely different and she would not be comfortable with her in her home, unless they convinced her.
Ororo smiled. She could appreciate that kind of hesitancy, and if anything, she was glad for it.
“I can do things with water too. Here, look.” She opened her hand, palm up, and a small little storm cloud formed, followed by a little shower that drenched her hand. If Aquata looked at her eyes while the little storm raged, she’d noticed that Ororo’s eyes had gone slightly milky, a light white film covering her otherwise blue eyes.
The child gasped and the Door swung fully open, before the child rushed forward to get a closer look.
“Oh Wow!” She beamed up at the older woman and without hesitation flicked her hand to gather the water that had fallen up into a ball to check if it was real water.
“You made it rain! with a tiny Cloud!” she was positively giddy and gestured for the lady to come inside. “Come on in, you passed with flying colours, i wanna hear what you have to say Lady.” She Grinned closing the door behind them, before leading the way to the couch.
Ever since the Doctor spotted her beautiful blue fugitive, waiting for her, ready to scoop her and her fresh new friends off that great gun of a planet, she has been Idris’s constant companion.
It’s surely been a bit unsettling for the TARDIS, who’s used to her Thief being to some extent continuously erstwhile. But talk of family has bonded her nearest the being who serves as her vessel, her running shoes, and her wings.
Presently she squats over the interface stabiliser, striped socks in purview below her hiked-up pant legs, puckish features lit by its ruby glow, wearing a pair of common gardening gloves while tinkering with its outer shell.
“RIGHT HERE, my angel!” she cries down the hall. “Makin’ sure you don’t phase in an’ out while we’ve got passengers, although I know you were joost a bit scared last time you were off-kilter!”
She made a face at that. It wasn’t her fault, but, what was, was.
“If you didn’t explode so often inside of me, then i don’t thinking i would actually need to be fixed even after redecorating and healing.” she muttered.
Idris wondered if the projectors, that she had all through out her hallways and rooms, so that she could freely move about, were working.
Concentratingshe Blinked and found herself having moved to where the doctor was, and beamed. “Looks like all the projectors are working.”
She flopped to the ground, as best as a hologram could and watched what her thief was doing. “Try the Blue wire…”
“I’m marginally alarmed that you’ve picked your own favorite color as though on a whim, darlin’.”
The Doctor has to return jibe for jibe, but she jostles Idris, nudging an elbow hard into her side, with a foolish and toothy grin.
“Sorry: hopefully I’ve given oop summa that dramatic flair this face around, eh? Brilliant work on your projectin’, by the way. You didn’t even zip in an’ out that time, solid from the first try!”
She’s got the blue wires cut–”prepare for a bit of a tickle!”–and then coiled beneath the stabiliser, while slyly eyeing her vessel.
“Think ya might let me take me mates to a chosen destination on the first try, too?”
She made a small sound when she was nudged and then a grunt of discomfort, when the wire was cut.
After blinking a few times she beamed. “Perfect! You fixed the transparency as well… i can be solid with ease now, not much energy required to keep it up!” she stroked The doctor’s hair, before smirking at the question.
“Oh i dunno, whats the fun in that, hmm? How about we do this, we take turns, ill let you go where you want today… but the next time, i choose.”
Aquata pursed her lips and straightened her spine, suddenly letting herself put on the role she had been born into, the Princess of The Murma.
She had no idea who this TORCHWOOD was. But apparently they knew that she wasn’t human…. and she did not like it…
At least they weren’t demanding for her to get of the planet… yet… Anyways they had no right, not when her kind had been living on earth for over 3000 years… with permission of the Protector of Earth.
Even then this man wouldn’t hurt a girl who looked 16 but was just a child in her species eyes… would he?
(not that he knew what kind of species she was just yet.)
“So… Just a check up and a talk.. Nothing more, right? Cause, if somethinghappens to me, my father wont be pleased… and nor will HE, the protector of Earth… he was at my naming ceremony you know, missed the birth…” Torchwood should know who HE was right? HE was the one keeping this planet safe from those beyond this galaxy.
On some level, Jack was deeply amused by this whole conversation. He knew that she was royalty, that despite appearances, she was far older and wielded far more power than most would imagine. But on the other hand, he was an immortal being who was currently being threatened by a teenager.
Who was name dropping the Doctor.
“The Doctor?” he asked, clarifying. Although the fact that he still considered himself ‘protector of Earth’ given all the things he hadn’t protected Earth from was a subject for another time, but for now, Jack set all those thoughts aside and played the part of the dutiful dignitary. “Yes, I know who he is. I promise, just a quick check up and then you can be on your way, highness.”
Her shoulder’s relaxed slightly and she gave him a timid smile as she held her had out to him, allowing him to lead her where needed, at least she now knew who she could go too if she go hurt or sick.
“Okay then… if… if you know the Doctor, then i guess you cant be too bad…. I think papa wanted to make him my godfather… but i never got a clear answer if he ever accepted. It would be very cool if he did.” she beamed.
“Oh, King Trison! Lots of dreadlocks, long pointy stick, bit of a grump until you get a bit of rum in ‘im. How’s the old man doin’ anyway? I must have missed your birthing ceremony – sorry about that, by the way – but pleasure to meet you now!”
The Child Giggled. She liked this lady. and she could see why her Father did as well.
“Papa is good, he let me go and try a human school! Of course it took me 2years to try and convince him, kept say that it was dangerous and that i was only a child, But im responsible! I wanted to try!” she beamed up at her. “He let me go but only if i took a guard with me, so i asked Waka to come.”
“And thats okay, Papa says that you turned up later, for the official royal naming in Atlantis.” She rocked on her heels before finally asking what she wanted to know…
“Do you reallyalso have two hearts?”
“Oh, well, long as I get there eventually, right? I bet your naming ceremony was brilliant – but tell me more about this school!” It was good that Aquata liked the Doctor, as the Doctor was already enamoured with the child. Good to see that they remained close in the future/past (her future, Aquata’s past – well, and future too).
“Yep, two hearts! That’s how my species evolved. I might even be able to survive in your kingdom without any special equipment – don’t need air nearly as often as humans.”
“Iiii dunno, you would still have to go to the area where we have air, its where our Human alias live when they visit the kingdom, we allow a tiny group of marine biologist to live in Atlantis. In exchange they don’t say anything about us and we give them the knowledge of the ocean.” she smiled.
“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.
That voice…. Dark knew that voice. It was the voice of The Master but that couldn’t be. He was long gone. This had to be the voice using his voice, trying to affect him further.
“This isn’t real… Quit messing with my head!” He shouted once more.
Of course there was sane part of his mind, telling him that there was another presence in the room. That the master was actually there. Dark then officially looked up, seeing the other Time Lord…feeling that arm around his shoulder.
“Master there is something wrong with me…” Dark stuttered, shaking slightly, “The voice in my head… it’s always there…taunting, tempting me…”
“Welcome to my world…” he muttered under his breath.
“To do what? what does it want you to do, hmm? How about you sit with me, and tell ya friend, ol’ Koschei, Just what’s doing on in that noggin of yours, yeah?” He Sat down on the couch facing him and held his hands out to him.
Jack sits down next to the Doctor, having spied him on the CCTV cameras from inside the Hub, and never one to miss a chance to see his friend (when it doesn’t conflict with timelines, of course), he’d hurried up to greet him.
But this Doctor isn’t as hopeful or happy as he normally seems, more like the Doctor when Jack first knew him, and that puts him on fairly sure footing.
“Everything is the point. You taught me that. You might not know why it’s important now, but you’ll find out eventually. And that alone is enough to keep you going, that promise of an answer, of a surprise.”
“Crikey Jack… you sure know how to scare someone out of their skin…” The doctor chuckles trying to cover his sadness with his usual smile. “tho its Cardiff so i shouldn’t be surprised.”
“What surprise is that hmm?… I mean, if your talking about that girl, Clara… she died twice, once in the past, once in the future… Got no clue who she is…” he mused, leaning slightly against the man
“Twice?” he said, casually putting his arm around the Doctor’s shoulders. “Amateur. Better up her game if she wants to play in the big leagues. You don’t even want to know what my record is now. And don’t forget you, you’ve gone through it what, 11 times now?”
He knew he was making light of the situation, trying to joke about how upset the Doctor was, but then, the Doctor clearly didn’t want to have a massive heart to heart right now. They could get to that later, right now he needed to get out of his head.
He pursed his lips, only a tiny smile, replacing his frown. “You can stop now jack… And it wasn’t like yours, this was properly, dead watch her get buried, dead…” he sighed, leaning heavily on jack, drawing comfort from him.
He Turned slightly, huging Jack, actually happy to be the shorter one at that moment, liking that he could fit easily under the Captains arm. He closed his eyes, not having realised he was tired, having been searching for this clara for quite a while.
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“What a face. I was beginning to think I’d never meet it. You really weren’t kidding about the ears, were you?” She gave a small sigh, shaking her head.
“Stay still, sweetie.” As River stepped forward, she shifted around, untying The Doctor’s wrists in one, smooth movement.
“Oi!” the Doctor didnt hesitate to protest about his ear’s. “Whats wrong with me ears?! they are fine as they are, thanks very much.” He huffed.
“It’s… mechanical. And purring. Bit of a robot cat, it seems.”
“A Robot….. Cat??” He asked confused. “Why would there be a robot cat out here?”
“Don’t be daft, there’s no robot cats, just somethin’ that sounds like one.” Then, however, she looked at him excitedly. “How brilliant would a robot cat be though?”
“By your facial expression, Very.” He smirked in amusement. “Tho i thought you prefer K9.”
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