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part one: basic information.

full name: jaya aamani nadar

nickname(s): jay, yaya, mani

age: thirty-three

date of birth: february 17th, 1990

place of birth: london, england

ethnicity: indian (gujarati) & english

nationality: british

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

orientation: demisexual

language(s) spoken: english, hindi, italian, very basic german & spanish

accent: soft british

family ties:

mother: melody nadar nee davenport

father: kiaan nadar

siblings: rishi nadar, arin nadar (older brothers)

spouse / partner: n/a

children: n/a

pets: n/a

occupational information:

codename: helsing

meaning behind codename: her background and expertise in science, philosophy and metaphysics. much like the fictional character dr. abraham van helsing.

position: chemist

skillset: explosives & demolition, weapons, chemical engineering

physical appearance:

face claim: naomi scott

hair color: black

eye color: dark brown

height: 5'5"

weight: 123 lbs

build: slender

tattoos: the word 'stoicism' on her inner left wrist as a reminder to only worry about the things she can fix-not the things she can't, a broken compass on her right shoulder blade

piercings: 3 on her right ear

clothing style: stylish but comfortable, more for movement than appearance. if it has ample pockets she'll buy it, comfortable shoes, shirts on the more snug side underneath open flannel button ups that she can discard if they get in the way of her work. goggles typically propped on her head, more often than not wearing gloves out of habit.

distinguishing characteristics: mostly healed burn marks from past experiments gone awry, full lips and doe eyes that have helped her get her way in the past, scars from previous jobs that were almost close calls but not thanks to quick thinking and well placed explosives.

personality:

mbti: infp

enneagram: 2 - the giver

western zodiac: aquarius

chinese zodiac: horse

positive traits: compassionate, intuitive, witty, enigmatic

negative traits: cunning, calculating, stubborn, reckless

hobbies: chess, playing pool & darts, painting, hiking, video games, reading way too late into the night / early morning, glass sculpting, cooking & baking

character inspiration: montgomery scott (star trek aos), kaylee frye (firefly), riley davis (macgyver), firefly (g.i.joe retaliation), nurse christine chapel (star trek: strange new worlds), shuri (marvel), clara oswald (doctor who)

part two: questionnaire.

001. the professor provides every member of libertalia a unique codename that reflects their personality. each codename is derived from various forms of mythology, folklore, or literature. why do you think the professor chose that name for you? do you agree or disagree with his decision?

a smirk tugs at her lips, before she takes the screwdriver from where it’d been held between her teeth. “so van helsing, right? infamous vampire hunter, the character practically immortalized due to more recent works making him out to be this action hero. when in reality he was so much more, as written in bram stoker’s dracula. a philosopher, doctor, lawyer, professor, metaphysist…but most importantly, a scientist. i guess my background in science, philosophy and dabbling in metaphysics gave way to my codename. and honestly i enjoy it.”

002. gaining an invitation into libertalia isn’t an easy feat. what do you think made you special enough to get handpicked by the professor? and what qualities do you think allowed you to join your position?

"i feel like i'm going to sound like a right arse for answering this, talking all high and mighty of myself." she snorts, leaning forward in her chair. "but i digress. i'm fairly good at thinking on my feet, i was able to get my old crew out of some hairy situations with some on-the-spot concoctions. my engineering professor said i have a wild mechanical aptitude, which i figure helps me with a lot of what i do for the libertalia. whether that be reworking the weapons, coming up with a new way in or out, or just plain ole chemical engineering. my brain just has a way of working problems from multiple angles before landing on the best possible solutions."

003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia, they are the select few who are aware of the professor’s identity. do you desire to graduate to this level? if you’re already a member of the captain’s crew what motivated you to change your position?

“maybe one day, i think it would be fun to figure out the plans for the heists and such. that being said, i truly enjoy what i do. i wouldn't have gotten into, or stayed in this field of expertise if i didn't. so i suppose i'd miss making things go boom personally if i managed to move up the ladder to the captains."

004. although many members of libertalia don’t know each other’s personal lives, it’s rumored that many members came from suspicious backgrounds. who were you before joining and what was your life like prior?

"i feel like this is one of those questions you're not actually supposed to answer...or rather answer with 'i'm not at liberty to disclose that information." helsing smirks before waving her hand dismissively. "i'm kidding. i had my own crew i ran with, ever since i was 16 until i joined the libertalia. it was fun, they were essentially my second family. i flourished under them and i owe a lot of what i know about the criminal world to them. before that it was just a simple life in london with my parents and two older brothers, who i still keep in contact with. i mainly got into crime after a fire burned down the family bakery and we needed the money, ever since i've sent some back from whatever i make."

005. what was your primary motivation for joining libertalia? was it for the riches or for the thrill of adventure? or is there something else motivating you to continue working for the group? what do you hope to achieve?

"honestly? the thrill of adventure." she laughs. "i know! i know, it's cheesy. my old crew ran your run of the mill heists but the whole premise and mystery of libertalia really intrigued me. and so far i haven't been disappointed. riches are neither nor there, i love my job even more now than i did then. so if there's anything i hope to achieve out of all of this, it’s to continue to get better at what i do. and c'mon, finding henry avery's treasure? that'd be such an awesome thing to put on the hypothetical resume."

006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?

"100% a team player, even if i'm more of a 'tell me what you want done then let me do it in peace' type." helsing admits with a grin and shrug. "i'll do whatever i have to do to keep my team safe and make sure they get back in one piece, blow things up first and pay for the damages later. 9 times out of 10 you'll find cookies in my lab for when anyone swings by, i have an open door policy unless the 'do not disturb' sign is explicitly up."

007. libertalia is anonymous, therefore necessitates secrecy outside of the group. how do you balance your personal life outside of this, granted you have one? is there a clear separation between libertalia and your personal life?

"i feel like it's a bit of a cliché, but my family actually think i work for the british government." she rolls her eyes before laughing, holding her hands up in defense. "i'm serious! i have a friend who works at mi5 that i managed to convince into covering for me when i first got into my more shady work. they're in a lower level position, so if my parents call their office my friend will cover for me and let me know they called. we have a whole set up, real movie worthy. i have a few friends from outside of this business that i get together with. i'd say i keep my personal and libertalia life fairly separate, unless i get together with one of the crew outside of work."

008. henry avery’s treasure has been lost since 1695. even with the brightest minds on the case, all leads to find the treasure haven’t turned up. avery’s treasure is the professor’s white whale and after several years of searching, many believe the treasure ceases to exist. do you believe the treasure exists?

“sure, why not?” she mumbles, mouth quirking to the side. “we haven’t found any proof yet to suggest otherwise, so i feel it does exist. just because something’s been lost for such a long time, doesn’t mean that it changes it legitimacy. let’s just hope this white whale doesn’t kill us like ahab’s did him.”

009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?

chewing on the end of a twizzler, helsing shrugs. “i trust everyone until they give me a reason not to. i find it’s almost easier that way. so far, neither the professor nor the libertalia have given me any reason to distrust them. so, until further notice, they have my full loyalty.”

part three: the biography;

jaya nadar grew up the daughter of two fairly basic london individuals — a history professor at oxford and a 4th generation bakery owner. two older brothers meant she had two protectors who also taught her how to take care of herself when they weren’t around. “you fight dirty,” rishi, the oldest, always told her “and never assume they’re going to fight fair.” she was a bit of a quirky scrapper growing up, and a nerdy one at that. meaning if the resident bully tried to take the lunch money off of one of her fellow nerds…she’d just take it right back, grinning as she’d hand it back, wiping the blood from her lips. her parents wanted her to make more friends, not that she lacked any...but the ones that she did probably weren't exactly the kind that they'd had in mind. after a science experiment unintentionally actually went right, jaya gained the attention of a crew looking for a new explosives expert. and she became it. she was 16 when she joined the crew, and they taught her everything else that she'd need to know to run with them; weapons proficiency, better tactics with explosives and chemical engineering, even mechanical skills that jaya took to easily. the crew stayed together up until 7 years ago, when the democratic way with which they ran started to fracture right in front of jaya's eyes. different ideas and point of views made them split, and jaya left broken hearted before it could (ironically) blow up in her face. that's when she got the call. she joined the libertalia in a heartbeat, not asking many questions because really, who wouldn't want to join a mysterious organization eh? she doesn't take herself too seriously, but she does everything in her power to be the best at what she does, for the sake of the rest of the group. she'll do whatever it takes to make sure they can get back in one piece, even if that means blowing things up first and paying for the damages later. 9/10 find her sitting upside down, with a screwdriver clutched between her teeth as she tinkers with a weapon or figures out an equation. she’s always experimenting and tinkering with the weapons, never wanting to fit the crew with any old equipment. she’s a good listener, witty, and a wicked shot. always been a plucky one, she'd prefer to go through a wall than jump over it and honestly does try to talk her way out of situations...but isn't afraid to resort to whatever tactics are necessary to help her coworkers or self out. also 10/10 will cook for you if you had a bad day okay.

#at:intro #THIS GOT LONG PURELY BC I PUT HER BIO AT THE END OK #AND I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER GRAPHIC FOR A SEPARATE POST SDFGHJKL #just scroll to the bottom if you want her intro <3

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capybaraonabicycle · 1 year

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River Song

Rose Tyler

Clara Oswald

The Doctor

The Master

River Song(??? idk, i just want three characters)

Thank you so much for the ask!

3 characters: River, Rose, Clara

1. Who would you rather swap aesthetics/outfits with for a day?

Rose! I love her style and it looks so comfy! Clara's outfits are cute and River's fabulous but Rose is more close to what I feel comfortable in. That said, I would love to have River's hair for a day. I would probably spend it doing this:

2. Who do you team up with in a 2v2 volleyball match? Which side wins?

I team up with River. I am too cowardish to play against her and I definitely don't want to play with someone as competitive as Clara. And if Rose and I were against the other two, they would destroy us. But me and River will only be slightly worse than Rose and Clara, so they'll win by a few points.

3. If each of them got one million dollars, who would waste/spend their money the fastest?

River. Or maybe Rose. Clara is too controlled to waste money. I think it would be River because she isn't worried in the slightest about getting new money. She has a prestigious job at a university and no problem getting into and out of bank tresors.

4. Who would die first in a horror movie? Who would be the survivor?

Okay, I'll cheat because we all know it's true: if those three bond together, it's the horrors that die and they all come out as survivors.

5. They're all on the run from the law! What crimes did each commit and who is most likely to get caught?

Rose: sending Donna to her death, illegal use of weapons, also protesting the world's injustices

Clara: breaking into a bank, identity theft, endangering of a student in her care - It's probably mostly the first one

River: do I even have to start counting?

And about getting caught, well...

3 characters: Doctor, Master, River

1. Who would you rather swap aesthetics/outfits with for a day?

Hmmm... Can I say...

I'm not that much fan of the neck tie but the sleeves? The vest? The watch?! Yes, please!

I'd also definitely go for 9's outfit or 12 in series 10, though :)

2. Who do you team up with in a 2v2 volleyball match? Which side wins?

I'm teaming up with Simm!Master post death specifically. I might not survive it but he'd be awesome, jumping from place to place and way too high into the air.

Plus point: I would get to see the Doc and River flirt constantly on their side. I think it'd end in a draw.

3. If each of them got one million dollars, who would waste/spend their money the fastest?

As I answered for the other ask: the Master would keep the money because they don't need it, the Doctor would either forget about it and also keep it forever or spend it all in a day and River would spend it quickly without a care.

So either the Doctor or River. Their household is a mess when it comes to money 😂

4. Who would die first in a horror movie? Who would be the survivor?

The Master dies first, then River near the end, the Doctor survives traumatised.

(In the post credits we see that the Master survived anyway without the Doctor knowing)

5. They're all on the run from the law! What crimes did each commit and who is most likely to get caught?

Oh god, too many for each of them. Murder is on all three lists as is theft and identity theft. And they all get caught and meet in a prison cell. Don't worry though, they'll break out before you know it :)

#Thank you so much for the ask!

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britesparc · 5 months

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Weekend Top Ten #612

Top Ten Doctor Who Companions (2005-2023)

Happy 60th Birthday, Doctor Who! Yep, technically it was Thursday 23rd but Who’s counting, eh? The Doctor is now Bus Pass Age, not a bad achievement for someone who’s either 900, 1200, or over two billion years old, depending on how you’re working it out. Timey-wimey and all that.

To celebrate the anniversary of what is probably my favourite British TV show (just pipped at the post, I’d say, by The West Wing, classic Simpsons, and maybe – depending on my mood – Star Trek: The Next Generation) I’ve decided to look at that essential component of Doctor Who-ness, the Companion. The companions are great, because the Doctor is almost unknowable; an ancient cosmic being who has all sorts of weird powers and capabilities, who’s seen and done so much. It’s not just the two hearts and the time travel; they’re frankly weird, at times sage and wise, other times naïve and childlike. So the companion is our point-of-view, our entry-level look at the universe; they’re also a great leveller, bringing out the Doctor’s best qualities and humanising them. And, frankly, they serve that Watson function of allowing a brilliant character who knows everything to exposition all over somebody; they’re there to get talked at.

But, of course, the Companions are so much more, helping to bring Doctor Who to life in untold ways; they can be the heart and soul of the show, the even if a new companion comes in with a familiar Doctor, the dynamic can change enormously. Peter Capaldi’s Twelfth Doctor is very different with Bill Potts than he is with Clara Oswald, for instance; and Ten’s relationship with Rose was unique despite David Tennant sharing the TARDIS with several other people.

Now, whilst I did watch Who when I was a kid, I didn’t really get into it properly till the 2005 reboot; so, to keep things simple, I’m just going to focus on companions who’ve been in the show since then. Sorry, Ace! I love ya! But I don’t feel I can parse my Sarah Janes from my Bonnie Langfords with particular grace. Also, I needed to define exactly what a companion was; I settled on someone who travelled with the Doctor across multiple episodes, with the intention of remaining in the TARDIS. So this meant I had to, very sadly, discount River Song; she’s a guest star, and obviously a huge part of the Doctor’s life and Moffat’s grand over-arching storyline, but I don’t think she was ever a for-real in-TARDIS capital-C Companion. Captain Jack, on the other hand, did remain on Team TARDIS for a few episodes before buggering off to Cardiff. So he counts.

Anyway, enough waffle; let’s light up our sonics and celebrate.

Amy Pond (Karen Gillan, 2010-2012/13): feisty, funny, and flirty, Amy wasn’t a wide-eyed naif nor a grumpy sourpuss, but a someone who was just really enjoyable to watch. Her chemistry with her Doctor is some of the best in the series, but it was the stories that put Amy through the wringer – from a universe-defying romance to an impossible baby – that made her so compelling, and the deft way Gillan responded to the outlandish, hilarious, and ultimately tragic events. There was something about her performance right from the off; we were watching a movie star born before our eyes.

Donna Noble (Catherine Tate, 2006/08-2010/23): prior New-Who companions had mostly been besotted with the Doctor; Donna was pissed off by him. A human who saw the very alien nature of the Time Lord, she was often his conscience – such as in the episode The Fires of Pompeii – but chiefly Donna will be remembered for the humour she brought to the role. Tate was a tremendous comic double act with Tennant, and it’s going to be very exciting to see them together again.

Rose Tyler (Billie Piper, 2005-2006/08/10/13): a companion so important that the very first episode of the rebooted show was named after her. She was the show, arguably the main character in that first season; a woman from humble origins who was destined to change the galaxy. Her growing feelings for the Doctor – especially when he regenerated into David Tennant – were subtly drawn, but in so many ways Piper defined what a modern companion should and could be. So iconic they brought her back for the Fiftieth as a different character cosplaying Rose Tyler.

Bill Potts (Pearl Mackie, 2017): a bit of a milestone in Who history as the first queer female companion and only, I believe, the second woman of colour. Her dynamic with the Doctor was different to what came before; there didn’t seem to be the deep spiritual connection, but she was a funnier, more free-wheeling sort, who loved the adventurous life among the stars. She got to have her own mini-tragic-romance play out over the series, and was the centrepiece of storylines dealing with race and gender politics. A great companion, sadly underused.

Clara Oswald (Jenna Coleman, 2012-2015/17): a companion who suffered a little bit with some flakier plots and character arcs, which is a shame as Coleman is a great actor who had terrific chemistry with two different Doctors, and very different relationships with them, too. A kindly soul with a fun spirit who masked a steely core, she was excellent in the anniversary special The Day of the Doctor.

Rory Williams (Arthur Darvill, 2010-2012): wow, the first bloke on the list. Mr. Pond is just, well, really nice; a massively nice guy. His total love for Amy is such a beautiful thing, spanning eons (he waits for her for two thousand years!). It’s uncomplicated but strong and fiery, and yet he’s totally trusting. He knows he’s the second fiddle in the relationship, forever overshadowed by his brilliant wife, yet he remains unthreatened and trusting and supportive. Plus, rather nicely, they fancy the pants off each other, so their fate – Amy choosing to be trapped forever in the past with him – is utterly believable. A great guy!

Jack Harkness (John Barrowman, 2005-2011/20-21): I’m a bit squiffy putting him on the list because Barrowman is, well, a touch problematic. However, Captain Jack was a great character, injecting a huge does of sex to the usually straightlaced Who. A phenomenal space-flirt who’d “how you doin’” every biped he came across (steady), he was fun in a wartime greatcoat. Torchwood gave him added depth and complexity. I imagine it’s unlikely we’ll see him again for some time, although I suppose he’s no Mickey Smith.

Yasmin Khan (Mandip Gill, 2018-2022): New-Who had done variations on the “companion loves the Doctor” story, but this was the first one to give it a queer lens, without any sensationalising. In a crowded set of companions, Yaz was always the stand out: young, funny, with a great family to draw on, but the smarts and steel of a police background. Sadly – like many characters in that era – she didn’t really get the strength of story to justify her character, and as groundbreaking and well-handled as the developing romance was, it likewise fizzled out to nothing.

Graham O’Brien (Bradley Walsh, 2018-2021/22): most companions are young a sprightly; Graham was a resolute old duffer who provided a nice amount of grandfatherly charm and twinkle to such a propulsive show. You got the sense that Walsh was loving every minute of it; and whether he was just easier to write for, or Walsh was just a more experienced performer, he did the best out of some weaker scripts, always shining and giving the show a lot of comedic pep.

Martha Jones (Freema Agyeman, 2007-2008/10): coming after Rose was a huge ask, but Martha delivered a nice twist by falling in unrequited love with the Doctor, a thread of tragedy running through her whole arc and giving it steel. She was also just really capable and heroic throughout, even as her Doctor became an angrier, more bitter character, weighed down by his losses. She got to fight the Master! When the Doctor got turned into Dobby the House Elf! She’s badass!

Edit: now with fixed formatting! I went back in time and did it. Yay.

#top ten #doctor who #doctor who 60 #doctor who 60th anniversary #karen gillan #billie piper #catherine tate #tv #bbc #disney+

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fardell24b · 1 year

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Chasing Time - Part 1

Doctor Who – Chasing Time

Clara Oswald was ready to go home. She had had several adventures with the Doctor since he had picked her up from the Maitland’s. She entered the Console Room. “Are we almost there?” she asked.

“We are,” the Doctor said, confidently. The TARDIS then came to a halt. “We’re there.”

Clara exited the TARDIS find that she wasn’t where she expected to be. “Doctor!”

The Doctor emerged from the TARDIS and looked at the house which had a façade which was a mirror image of the one which the Maitlands resided in. “Let me check,” he said.

Clara followed him back into the TARDIS. “Where are we?”

“Somewhere in Birmingham, about a month early,” the Doctor said as he looked at the scanner.

“A month? That’s a lot of time to spend on the Slow Path,” Clara considered.

“Too long,” the Doctor said. “But we may be here for a reason.”

“Of course,” Clara said as she used her phone to look at a news website. She found that it didn’t list anything unusual.

“Anything?”

“No,” Clara said with a sigh.

“Let’s try anyway.”

The TARDIS materialised again, across the street a day later. “Obviously we need to be here,” Clara said as she emerged and looked at the house again.

“Maybe we need to talk to whoever lives there,” the Doctor said.

Clara looked towards the setting sun before ringing the doorbell. ‘Should have done this yesterday,’ she thought.

There was no immediate response. “Maybe no one’s home,” the Doctor said. “Maybe we should go back to yesterday.”

“No. I’ll ring it again,” she said. The pressed the button.

Soon the door was opened by an older teenage girl who reminded Clara of herself at that age. ‘Blimey, do I have to jump to conclusions here?’ she wondered.

“Hello,” the girl said as she twirled the end of her ponytail. “Who are you?”

The Doctor got out the psychic paper. “Smith and Oswald Detective Agency. We’ve heard that something out of the ordinary has been happening in this neighbourhood.”

“Really?” the girl said incredulously. “I thought no one was paying attention.”

“What do you mean?” Clara asked.

“My parents wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to tell them about it.”

“Well, we’re here now,” the Doctor said.

“Come in then.”

Lauren wasn’t sure what to make of both the Doctor and Clara. There was something, odd, about the both of them. “Would you like something?” she asked.

“Coffee,” Clara answered.

“Tea,” the Doctor added.

“Sure.”

Having made the hot beverages, Lauren decided to ask more. “So, Clara…”

Clara interrupted. “I heard about something unusual.”

“Is that it? I think there’s something more,” Lauren said.

“Of course, there’s more,” the other one, the Doctor, said. “But what can you tell us about what has been happening?”

“Sure,” Lauren began. She launched into a description of what she had found.

A Week earlier

Lauren arrived home early. It had been an ordinary day at school. She put her pack away and started making afternoon tea. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise. “Huh?” She stopped what she was doing and went to investigate.

Emerging into the back yard, she looked around. Nothing. ‘Strange,’ she thought before heading back inside. Once she had afternoon tea, she heard the sound again. It was the same, but she was sure it didn’t come from the backyard. “Then where is it coming from?” she wondered. She dashed out to the front yard. Strange multicolored lights could be seen nearby.

Later

“And that was just the start,” Lauren concluded.

“Multicolored lights,” the Doctor considered. “That could be anything.”

“What happened next?” Clara asked.

“The sound repeated several times before my parents came home,” Lauren answered, with a twirl of her ponytail. “Then it stopped,”

“Did you record it?” Clara asked.

“I did.”

Clara and the Doctor followed Lauren into her room. The walls were mostly bare, but she did have a nearly full bookcase, along with a toy box overflowing with stuffed animals of all kinds. Lauren opened her laptop. “Here you go,” she said and a strange sound came out of the speakers.

The Doctor was perplexed. He hadn’t heard anything like that before. He was sure.

“You don’t know what it was?” Clara asked.

“I was afraid of that,” Lauren said. “Do you have any idea?”

“No idea,” the Doctor admitted. “Play it again.”

“Sure,” Lauren said.

The Doctor listened again. He still wasn’t sure what it was. “I probably need to examine it in our, vehicle.”

“Oh,” Lauren said. “But I didn’t see any vehicle.”

“You’d be surprised,” the Doctor said.

“Huh?” Lauren asked.

Clara wasn’t sure why the Doctor wanted to show Lauren the TARDIS. ‘Probably just wants to show off.’

The Doctor opened the doors.

“Isn’t that a little small?” Lauren asked.

“Looks can be deceiving,” the Doctor said. “Take a look!” he said gesturing inside.

Lauren looked at the blue box dubiously. She took and deep breath and walked up to it. ‘Illusion?’ she thought as she looked inside. She then stepped inside. She looked around at the impossibly large space. “Bigger on the inside!” she said as she walked up to some sort of console.

“Is it?” the Doctor asked sarcastically behind her.

“Oh! You must have heard that before,” Lauren said as she turned back to him and Clara.

“Quite a lot,” the Doctor said. “It’s hardly original.”

“I guess there wouldn’t really be any other ways to say it,” Lauren considered.

“There would be many ways,” Clara said.

“Of course,” the Doctor said as he went up to the computers in the middle of the room.

Lauren followed him and Clara. “What is this place, then?”

“The TARDIS,” the Doctor explained. “Time and Relative Dimension in Space.”

“So, it’s something to do with time?” Lauren asked.

“It’s a time machine,” Clara explained.

Lauren thought about it briefly. “I suppose if it can be bigger on the inside, it can also travel in time.”

“Yes,” the Doctor said.

“Cool.” Lauren then thought for a moment. “So, we’re going back to when I heard the sounds?”

“Yes,” the Doctor said again.

“Is that a good idea?” Clara asked.

“We’re not going to cross paths with Lauren’s past self,” the Doctor said.

Clara still wasn’t sure it was a good idea. “Probably not, but…”

“Don’t worry,” the Doctor said, as he set the TARDIS in motion.

#clara oswald #doctor who #eleventh doctor #fanfic

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shelobussy · 3 years

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headcanons for rose tyler and clara oswald

Rose Tyler

1. She hates breakfast food!! She compromises on waffles, but toast and sausage and shit is on thin ice.

2. Her bisexual awakening happened when she was fourteen, but she never did anything about it due to a) societal pressures b) she's generally more attracted to men anyway.

3. Agnostic, but like in a hopeful way. She and the Doctor 100% get into an argument about fate/destiny/existential meaning on more than one occasion.

4. Loves kids, but doesn't want any of her own. Mostly due to mild childhood trauma (watching her mother be a single mom + certain friends go through the same thing). She also doesn't like the idea of being tied down.

5. Has strong opinions on tea. Will let you know if you're Wrong.

Clara Oswald

1. Altho she's social media illiterate, she played video games growing up!! favorites were obviously all the zelda games, but she played a lot of sega games too.

2. Lived near Rose!! They weren't friends but they were acquaintances and 100% saw each other every other week. They probably hooked up at a new years party too one time but they don't talk about that.

3. aaaa when she was little she would sneak into the local aquarium and watch the fish and steal shit from the giftshop and make friends with other children coming in on school trips

4. She had a reverse bisexual awakening!! Thought she was gay the whole way through high school and then met a pretty guy in senior year and realized wAIT-

5. Dog person!! Her parents owned a labrador retriever for years and she cried for weeks when he died. Owning a dog doesn't mesh with her lifestyle during canon, but she always planned to get one once she settled down.

send me a character and i'll give 5 niche headcanons about them

#sorry these aren't very good!! but they're headcanons i've had for a while #rose tyler #clara oswald #doctor who #dw #my headcanons #ash answers

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penguinwithitsarseonfire · 3 years

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Growing Up And Fallin' In Love

Pairing: Clara Oswald x Reader

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: None

Summary: You turn up on Clara's classroom doorstep, coffee in hand and the request for an adventure. Clara can never say no to you, she loves you. That’s not something she’ll ever tell you though, not in the way it matters.

Request: 30 from Prompt List #1 with whoever strikes your fancy (maybe a companion)? 💜 (sorry if this is late, I have no concept of time math bb) Prompt: “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Clara drummed the end of her pen against her desk. It was sporadic, making uneven tones every time the small plastic canister met the wood. She was staring at one of her students papers, and, for the life of her, she couldn’t work out what on Earth the sentence was saying. It was one of the last papers she had to mark, and she wanted it done before the end of lunch, so she could finish the day on time.

But the words were a jumbled mess on the page.

She turned the page over, read through some of her notes – and, had she spelled ‘what’ with an ‘o’?

Furiously, Clara scribbled it out, making sure that she then spelled it correctly.

It looked bad, unprofessional, lazy. A mess of angry red lines denting her poor students paper. She pulled open a drawer, pawing for the correcting tape.

It wasn’t there.

She tried to remember where she had seen it last, when, depressingly, hauntingly, her mind went to the night before, when she had first started marking this paper. On the edge of her dining room table, with stacks of marking for different assignments ready and waiting.

And then to this morning, where, in her haste to pack up the table on her way to school, she had missed it. The bloody correction tape was still sitting on her dining room table, mocking her, even now.

Clara groaned and rubbed under her eyes, careful not to swipe at her mascara, and narrowed her eyes at the paper.

The words swam.

A different knock than her pen against the desk, softer, more rhythmic, jolted Clara out of her stupor. She looked up and saw you, leaning against her open classroom door; a tray holding two coffees in hand, and a warm smile on your face. “I don’t think glaring at that paper is going to help make it magically marked.”

Clara was sure the surprise on her face showed, judging by the way your smile turned a little smug. It was just… well, it was unusual that you would show up here, at her school. You didn’t work here, and it wasn’t a trip you made often. Lately, the most time you had spent together was when you were galivanting across time and space with the Doctor.

Which was a far cry from the days of when you both grazed your knees on cobblestone pathways as children, or blew up soufflé recipes time and time again.

Clara smiled back with as much energy as she could muster. She was glad to see you, it had been a long time, comparatively speaking. “It’s good to see you.”

You laughed. “I’m sure I’m a better sight for eyes than that paper, at least.”

She let her head fall in her hands, and let out another groan. “Don’t remind me. I’m just so tired, it’s like the word are rearranging themselves on the page. They aren’t making any sort of sense right now.”

You hummed, and suddenly there was a coffee right under Clara’s nose. She looked up again, and there you were, standing right above her, looking at her with delight. You had such an amazing smile, the kind that just seemed to brighten up the whole room.

Clara loved that smile.

“Sounds like you could use a break then,” You said. “Fancy a trip?”

She considered it for a moment. Running away with you to a nice park, or a café, and getting to spend some quality time with you. It was so rare, lately that Clara treasured every moment.

But she couldn’t She had a job to do, after all.

“So that’s what the coffee’s for, buying my love,” Clara mused, and she took a sip. It was perfect, like it always was when you ordered. You had never failed to forget Clara’s order, even when she went through that phase of mixing different coffee syrups together. Hazelnut and mango were surprisingly nice together. “I’m in the middle of a school day Y/N, I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can,” You then did a little arm wave. “Time travel.”

Clara’s heart fell a little. Ah, right.

You had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS – of course you had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS. You wouldn’t just spontaneously come here for with any other motive, any other… desire, for a trip with her.

You leaned against her desk. “Besides, the Doctor says it’s important, and you know how he can get – what with those scruffy eyebrows.”

Clara let out a mock sound of hurt. “Oh, so you just need a buffer from those big scary eyebrows,” Clara said, and she made her voice sound teasing – she always made her voice sound teasing. “And here I thought I was special.”

Now, it wasn’t that Clara didn’t love the Doctor, she did, truly, the Doctor was her best friend. Sometimes though… Sometimes Clara just wanted to be with you.

Just you.

You rolled your eyes and gave her a fond smile. Again, Clara loved your smiles. “Of course you’re special,” You tapped the paper Clara had been marking. Your hand brushed against the red pen marks Clara had just made. She imagined how they would feel, jagged and rough under your finger. “Now, if you stare at this paper any longer, you might actually shoot daggers at it, and no one wants that.”

Clara sighed. She needed to say no – she really shouldn’t go. The Doctor was notorious at never landing them home at the right time, and she really couldn’t miss the rest of the school day.

But there you were, staring down at her with those big, hopeful eyes, and-

“Okay,” Clara said, and she stood, taking her coffee cup. “One trip.”

You brightened, and Clara knew she had made the right decision.

“But only one,” Clara continued, and she took a swig of her coffee. Instantly, she felt some energy pour into her. “I’ve got papers to mark.”

“Yes of course,” you said, and your grin was contagious. “Papers. Very important.”

Clara pointed her pen at you. “Extremely important.”

Clara startled at the sound of a grating knock, interrupting whatever you were going to say.

Mr Pink was standing by the door, juggling two Styrofoam cups. “I’m sorry Ms. Oswald,” he gaze went to you. “Is this a bad time?”

Clara looked in-between you and Mr. Pink, her head rocking back and forwards like she was watching a game of tennis. The two of you, in the same room together, feeling… feeling like she had been caught doing something she really wasn’t supposed to be doing.

It was you who spoke first.

“Did you bring coffee for you and Clara to share?”

He looked down at the cups, as if he’d forgotten that he was holding them. “Uh, yes. Well – not to share, but I can see now…” his gaze rested on Clara’s hand, which held the coffee you had bought her. “Oh, Ms Oswald,” he said. “I’m sorry, I can see you’re busy.”

Pretences, she had to keep up pretences.

“Not busy at all,” she said quickly, sidestepping you as she came out from her desk. “Y/N was just bringing me coffee whilst I finished marking, from my favourite café.”

“Ah, right,” he gave you a long look, and Clara felt the hair stand on the back of her neck. He then turned to Clara. “I suppose that takes my offer out the window, I’m sure your coffee is better.”

“Nothing wrong with more than one coffee though,” your eyes were sparkling with a certain something that made Clara feel very, very uneasy. It was the same look you had when you tried to set Clara up with Artie Fischer back in sixth form. The same look you always made whenever a man gave Clara any sort of attention.

It was a dangerous, heartbreaking look.

Clara cleared her throat, turning back to Mr Pink. “I’m afraid that I’m not as coffee obsessed as Y/N is, Mr. Pink.”

Mr. Pink nodded. “Right, yes. Of course,” he gave his coffee cups a blank expression. “More for me then, I suppose,” he then gave Clara a hopefully look. “Perhaps another time?”

Clara hummed in a noncommitting tone. She was trying to be polite, really, she was. It just felt as if two worlds were colliding at the moment, which was disorientating and jarring. She wanted to bundle you up and hold you away from her mundane life. You weren’t doing mundane right now.

And Clara liked keeping all this separate, the TARDIS and Coal Hill, they were supposed to be separate.

Well, mostly separate.

“Right,” Mr. Pink drew out the word, then he nodded. “I’ll leave you both to it then. Sorry for disturbing you.”

As he walked away you ran forward, and called out. “Stop by another time!”

Clara wanted to hit her head against the wall. Perhaps then she’d get it as thick as your head clearly was.

When you turned, you gave her a knowing smirk. Then, in a sing-song voice, enunciating every syllable, you said. “Mr. Pink.”

Clara stared at you, and tried not to grit her teeth. “What? No, not at all-”

“Really?” You were grinning now. “Because Clara, the way he was looking at you-”

A flash of annoyance sparked in her gut. “We’re not, that’s wasn’t – no, Y/N. Mr. Pink is a colleague, and nothing more.”

You hummed, cocking your head to the side like you didn’t believe her. “Right.”

Clara swallowed, and regarded you carefully. You really believed that Clara fancied Mr. Pink. You seemed delighted about it, as if the thought of Clara with Mr. Pink – as if the thought of Clara with anyone except you, made you happy.

Clara didn’t know if she wanted to scream, or if she wanted to cry.

“I’m not interested in him,” she said, with all the finality she could muster.

You sighed dejectedly. “You never are. I don’t get you Clara, you don’t even try. He seems entirely wonderful.”

Clara hummed. “Right, yeah. Getting someone coffee, really going above and beyond there.”

You eyed the coffee cup that Clara was currently holding, and slowly raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”

Clara bit her tongue before she said something ridiculous and completely embarrassing like; ‘it’s different when you do it,’ or, ‘I care about you more.’

She ran a hand over her face. “Why does it matter? You’ve always cared about whether or not I’m in a relationship. Why?”

The look you gave her was so earnest, Clara almost did a double take. It was a complete difference from your demeanour earlier. “You deserve love Clara, in all its forms, especially because I know how much you want it. You deserve happiness.”

Clara stared at you, completely dumbfounded. Then why couldn’t you see? How could be so blind? The only happiness, the only love Clara wanted, was yours.

Clara took another sip of coffee. This was how it always went, and it was completely exasperating. Sometimes Clara just wanted to shake you, get you to see beyond the end of her nose. She was right here, and there you were, trying to cart her off with someone else.

And Clara didn’t want anyone else.

It was ridiculous, completely ridiculous. The sort of ridiculous that made Clara wanted to cry out of a window, let the air take all her grievances, all her annoyance away.

“You’re so infuriating,” Clara groaned, and ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe I managed to fall in love with someone so bloody thick!”

There was a clatter as your coffee cup met the floor. Dark brown liquid exploded from inside it, painting the floor, the desk, and your shoes. Clara stared at it, flabbergasted. Then her eyes met yours, and she realised she had just spoken out loud.

You looked at each other for a moment, then another. A thick blanket of tension sat heavy in the air between you, so strong it was almost as if Clara could smell it.

In the smallest of voices, you said. “What?”

Clara closed her eyes for a moment, feeling utterly defeated.

A cup of coffee.

That was all it had taken.

Nothing was going to be the same now, even if – at best, you let Clara down gently, you would never be how you were before. When she looked at you again, she found you were holding your hands together, your knuckles white. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. “Y/N… God,” she breathed. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Four seconds. That was how long the silence sat in between you both after Clara had spoken. Four seconds.

Clara had counted them.

And then, out of all the awful completely gut wrenching reactions you could have made… you laughed.

It bubbled up slowly. It was more like a bark at first, then it rumbled on outwards into a series of giggles that reminded her of when you had both been children, dancing in the rain.

Clara flinched.

“I’m sorry,” you said, gasping in between your laughs. “I’m just – I’m an idiot.”

“You need to stop laughing,” Clara said, and she crossed her arms over her chest, holding herself defensively. “No, seriously. Stop it. You don’t get to laugh about this.”

You sobered. “Oh my goodness Clara, no, I – I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m so sorry. I was laughing at myself. I’m an idiot, we’re idiots. The biggest fools in this entire galaxy.”

Clara chewed her lip. She hated this. “What are you saying.”

“So have I,” you breathed, coming towards her. Your hands hovered over her arms, as if you were afraid to touch her. “I’ve loved you too, ever since I met you.”

Clara frowned, thinking about the moment before when you were literally trying to set her up with her co-worker. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me,” you said, and your voice broke. “Not like how I’ve wanted you. But I wasn’t lying, I want you to be happy, I want you to have love, and I figured, if it’s not with me, then… then that’s okay, because your happiness is more important.”

It shocked a laugh out of her, then it clicked. “We’re idiots,” she breathed. “All this time...”

You laughed brightly, and threw your arms around her, pulling her against your frame. Clara loved your hugs. She had always felt safe in them, had always loved how warm and solid you felt around her.

“I love you,” Clara said again, because now you knew what she meant. Now you knew all the emphasis, all the meaning she held behind those three words.

There was another knock at the door, and Clara genuinely, actually screamed. “What?”

Clara detangled herself from you, and found the Doctor standing in the doorway, exasperated. “What’s with all the hugging? Why do you humans always hug? We need to go.”

“We were busy,” you said, and your hand snaked into Clara’s.

“I promise this can wait,” the Doctor said. “This is more important.”

“It really isn’t,” Clara said. “Not this time Doctor.”

The Doctors eyes fell to your joined hands. “Oh, you two did all that love confession nonsense. It was about time.”

You squawked. “About time, so you knew?”

“Ever since Clara dragged you onto my TARDIS, you could give the moon a run for its money with the amount of mooning you two have done to each other.”

You turned to Clara. “You’re coming with us? One trip?”

“Come to a park with me after,” Clara said. “Do some mundane, boring things with me, inter-sped with the time travel.”

You grinned. “Nothing is mundane with you.”

Clara’s heart swelled. Yes. She loved you.

And she was so glad you knew.

#clara oswald imagine #clara oswald x reader #clara oswald #Doctor Who #DW #out of Elle's vault #vault fic #opening Elle's vault

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melancholydreadfuldream · 3 years

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tell me some things last

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Summary: There are always someone who dare to use the Doctor's companion against him/her, most of the times the Doctor is able to rescue them but we know better, don't we? The Doctor can't save everyone.

(yn) (ln) traveled with Twelfth Doctor and Clara Oswald in the tardis after a chance meeting that involved another alien. Clara welcomed you with open arms, claiming the two of you will be a great friend.

You were not as close with the Doctor as Clara is. You understand they have a longer time together. You love travelling with him despite him being kind of intimidating. Clara is the only one who can seem to manage him. You were shy around the Doctor, often not knowing what to say when you two are alone. You can tell the both of you are relieved whenever Clara is on the room as she never fails to lighten up the room.

The topic regeneration come up when the Doctor and Clara accidentally mentioned his previous incarnation and his perchant for fish finger and custard. With the Doctor's permission, Clara told you bit about regeneration. She even showed you a picture of Eleventh Doctor. You could hardly believe they are the same person.

Clara is reminiscing about her past adventure with Eleventh Doctor. You thought that version of the Doctor sounded like a fun person but you accidentaly spoke that thought out loud.

The Doctor is offended and exclaimed he is fun too, proceed to show off how fun he is much to Clara and your amusement. Three of you have fun together. You dare say that you and the Doctor grew closer just a tiny bit than before.

And then things went downhill when Clara died on trap street. He is gone leaving you to deal with Clara's body.

The Doctor is gone. You don't know what happened to him. You couldn't begin to even ask someone for help. You waited for him but he never come back. You fell into depression as you couldn't handle the loss of Clara and the Doctor. You meet a kind nurse named grace who help you deal with your depression.

You missed Clara and the Doctor so much. You wish he would come back for you. Of course, he didn't. He didn't owe you anything, so, why would he come back for you?

Grace thought you were experiencing a broken heart, that a lover has left you behind. You couldn't exactly tell her it was an alien that broke your heart and not even a lover. You would feel silly. But also you are grieving the loss of a very good friend.

A year later, you accidentally stumbled upon incident that is alien in nature and that is when you met Bill and Nardole. You overheard them mentioned the doctor and demanded to see him.

You finally see him again. You were at loss of words. He was surprised to see you but he smiled kindly. You slapped him hard without thinking.

"Okay. I deserve that." He begrudgingly said as he rubbed his cheek.

"I'm glad you think so." You coldly replied.

The Doctor glanced at your state and his eyes softened considerably. "How have you..."

You throw your arms around him as you pulled him into a hug much to his surprise and protest. You discreetly smelled him, you missed him so badly, you were so grateful to be able to find him again.

The Doctor introduced you to Nardole and Bill and invited you back on board of the tardis.

You were hesitant, a year ago, you would agree in a heartbeat. But were you ready to jump back into the disarray life that is the Doctor?

Bill is very friendly and she start animatedly chatted with you, wanting to know more about your past with the Doctor once she figured out that you were his past companion.

From Bill, you found out that the Doctor is a teacher in the university where she worked at. You were surprised and very curious, wanting to know how he handle being a teacher for a bunch of students. Bill, laughingly, told you the Doctor's teaching method is weird.

At the end of the day, you decided you wanted to stay with him again if he will have you. And it helped that Bill latched herself on you almost immediately. But Nardole seemed not too keen of having you around but Bill said not to mind him.

The Doctor and Nardole are guarding a mysterious vault. Although curious, you know better than to pry or asking the Doctor directly. You believed you haven't yet earned his trust.

Eventually, you meet the sarcastic, mary poppin-style Time Lady who, according the doctor, is currently undergoing a rehabilitation.

You don't like Missy for her sharp tongue and she seemed to look down upon you, Bill and Nardole.

The Doctor wanted to have a test run with Missy having to answer a distress call and solved the crisis with the help of Bill and Nardole. You opted to stay behind with the Doctor and you were lucky you did so.

When Bill got shot by some random blue alien and then later converted into the cyberman, you were traumatized by the whole thing. When the strange mechanical men come in to take Bill away, you volunteered to go with them so you could better watch over her much to the Doctor's dismay. You weren't sure where you get the courage to step forward from but you did it, albeit it is a very stupid move on your part.

But those years with Bill, taking care of each other, gossiping about the Doctor's angry eyebrow from the supposedly live monitor, you couldn't regret it. Bill is your friend and you care about her. You dont want to lose her like you did Clara.

When the old man, Razor, betrayed yours and Bill's trust by letting the doctors on that ship to operate on the both of you, you were in despair. You watched as they ripped you and Bill away from each other and you were made to watch as they operates on Bill.

Her pleading voice and screams of pain forever seared in your mind. You never hated someone as much as you hated Razor and all the people in that stupid ship.

You were about to undergoes the converting surgery when the Doctor and Nardole burst in and rescued you. You were hysterical when they finally freed you from the straps.

You cried as you told them that Bill has been converted. The agonized look on the Doctor's face is too painful to watch. He hugged you, kissed your forehead as he soothed you. You were surprised by his sudden affectionate attitude but you were too distracted by what is being done to Bill and the fate you nearly shared.

In the face of Bill's misery of having been turned as cyberman, you felt guilty. When the Master revealed himself as Razor and mocked you and Bill about it, you very nearly lost your marble as you wanted to attack the miserable bastard but the Doctor pulled you back and away from him.

Everything spiralled out of control and next thing you know you woke up on the tardis floor with the Doctor yelling that he refused to regenerate.

You and the Doctor were able to says goodbye to Bill, Nardole and Clara through the testimony project.

The Doctor finally regenerated as you saw him glowing yellow and then exploded into a blonde woman. But before you could say anything, the tardis shook violently and ejected the Doctor out. You were lucky you weren't ejected as you were not sure you could survive the fall.

The next few days, you worried sick about where the Doctor is. You couldn't talk to anyone but the tardis and frankly you felt silly talking to the box.

You nearly got a heart attack though when tardis voice interface got activated at the word 'help' you uttered. It showed a hologram of Twelfth Doctor asking you what you need of help for.

You felt grief suddenly at the sight of him. You knew the Doctor survived but he had changed into a new person now, a woman at that. You wondered if she would even still want you around now.

When a woman you presumed to be the new Doctor dressed in a new clothing stepped in with three other people, you were so glad and a bit wary.

The Doctor seemed happy to see you as she pulled you into her arms before introducing you to her new friends.

That is when you found out about Grace, a kind nurse who used to help you with your depression. She met the Doctor and she died. You felt like you got slapped in the face as you are starting to worry that it will be a matter of time before it was your turn to die next if you continue to stay with the doctor. But your heart hurts at the thought of leaving the doctor behind. You were not ready to let her go. And so you cling to her for as long as you can.

You were initially worry that the Doctor would ask you to leave as despite the ship is bigger on the inside, it might be a tad crowded with 5 people on board. And frankly you weren't sure you are ready for adventure so soon. You don't want to leave her or the tardis but you declined on some adventures with the fam, preferring to stay on the safety inside of the tardis.

The Doctor is concerned but understanding and didn't pressure you.

The fam are nice enough and love to chat with you, asking about your past with the Doctor. It hurts to talk about the past which included losing two best friends so you remained mostly vagues.

Eventually, you started to go on adventures again but you were mostly wary believing trouble is a foot everytime you stepped out of the tardis and let face it, with the Doctor, the magnet for trouble, you should expect it.

Maybe it was just your feeling but you felt the Doctor is a tad bit protective of you. And yet, she also keep her distant from you which make you anxious that your time with her might be over soon.

At new years, when a dalek took control over Ryan's dad body, you refused to let him go as you fight to keep him safe along with Ryan. In your mind, at the times, you refused another loss.

When everything is safe and sound, the Doctor is looking at you with a look you can't decipher.

It hit you suddenly that you might have a strong feeling for the Doctor. You decided to take a short break away from the Doctor and tardis to sort out your feeling but you made her swear up and down that she will come back for you again when you are ready. She promised.

Of course, when you finally returned to the tardis, you found out from the fam that they had meet an enemy of the Doctor, the Master. You felt like you were being kicked in the gut. You hated that person for his part with Bill's miserable fate and nearly yours. It was a different incarnation but still he already in your blacklist.

You noticed the Doctor look gloomy, sad and just distant and you hated it. She seemed so far from you eventhough she is just a few steps away from you.

You wanted to ask her what is going on with her but you dont think she would ever open up to you. But you still have to try, right? So you approached her and as you predicted, she shut you down.

It kind of hurt that she still doesn't trust you but you tried not to take it personally. You tried to be good and less annoying for fear if you ask too much from her, she would turn you away for good.

And then you and the fam meet Jack. Your heart nearly jumped at his warning of cyberman. The fam has yet to encounter cybermen but you did. The word alone enough to send you back to that flashback of being strapped down on the operating table as the doctors are ready to convert you.

Jack and the fam look concerned at seeing your pale face and rapid shallow breathing.

Yaz and Graham are able to calm you down when you finally told them about Bill.

When you and the fam returned to the tardis, they delivered Jack's warning for the Doctor.

You noticed the Doctor is staring at you at the mention of cyberman but she didn't say anything to you.

The Doctor found you alone as you sort of barricated yourself inside a random room in hope to calm yourself down. She sat beside you without words. It was a somewhat comfortable silence despite at the beginning you felt like you have to say something to her but you found yourself speechless.

You were glad she didn't ask you if you want to go home for in your moment of weakness you might say yes and you have feeling you will lose her for good if you did that. She would want to keep you safe and she might actually do that by leaving you behind on earth.

It wasn't that long before Jack's warning of the lone cyberman coming true. It looked somewhat defective but still lethal and, of course, the shape of it alone is enough to make a mess of your mind.

You have a panic attack again and the Doctor calmed you down with her soothing words and a gentle kiss on your forehead which reminded you a lot of her previous incarnation.

Somehow you felt like you are having a moment with the Doctor and yet for some reason you cant quite grasp it. You just feel at lost.

The Doctor left to deal with the lone cyberman and at the end of it all she has to surrender cyberium back to him. But, she planned to travel into the distant future to deal with Ashad and his armies.

The fam eagerly wanted to help despite the danger. You felt like if you didnt follow through with the rest, you were not good enough to be her companion. So, you forced yourself to overcome your fear.

Of course, the moment you stepped out of the tardis, the dread filled every spore of your body and mind. You were paralyzed by it that you nearly collapsed.

The Doctor has that look again on her face as she stared at you with sorrow. She told you to stay behind on the tardis and this time you didn't fight her on it. You recognized you are a liability currently.

As you waited for the Doctor and the fam to return, you summoned the tardis voice interface again and tell it your fears. The hologram just stood there listening to your rants.

You beginning to regret not going with the Doctor as hours passed by and no news from them. Your heart is clenched by the worry of losing the Doctor and the fam.

"They will return soon. They have to be. This is the tardis. The Doctor always return here...eventually. They will be okay." You repeated that to yourself like a mantra.

And you could finally be relieved of your stress when the door of the tardis opened up to reveal the Doctor. But, she was alone.

Your face filled with pain as you thought of the worst. But, she quickly reassured you that Yaz, Ryan and Graham are okay. They were back on earth with another tardis. You were puzzled and asked her what has happened.

The Doctor smiled brightly at you. It has been a while since last she smile so freely. She was about to explain when an alarm sounded loudly inside the tardis. Next thing you know, a bunch of Judoon were inside the ship and they were talking about how the Doctor is a fugitive to justice.

Without thinking you stepped into the oncoming laser beam one of the Judoon shot the Doctor with. You and the Doctor materialized somewhere else, a prison in some galaxy. The Doctor is quick to catch you as you lost your balance as you are feeling disoriented.

She reprimanded you for your reckless thinking. "That laser beam could have been anything. You could have died or worst splintered in pieces." She sounded angry.

You didn't bother to defend yourself as you tried to compose yourself as you took on the new surrounding. "Where are we?"

The Doctor is displeased for the change of topic but answered your question. She yelled at the ceiling, wanting to talk to whoever in charge of the prison.

There is no answer.

"At least we are together." You replied.

She glared at you, making you flinch.

For the next few hours, the Doctor is busy observing the prison she was in and sometimes yelling at the ceiling but she was ignored.

When someone come in to give a tray of food for one person, the Doctor is quick to demand a meeting but that person ignored her too. She told you to eat the food for you both are going to here for a long while it seemed. You ate a little, leaving a generous amount for the Doctor.

The Doctor is busy talking to herself and generally giving you a silent treatment much to your dismay.

It was the next day someone come in and gave a prison suit for the Doctor to change into. The Doctor is quick to point at you, telling them they made a mistake in regard of you. The person seemed surprised to see you as the room supposedly a solitary prison made for one person and agreed to talk to their superior.

It was another day before the door suddenly opened and two Judoon come in to read the Doctor's sentence. The Doctor interrupted them, wanting to negotiate your release.

You were uneasy that she keep demanding your release and made no mention of defending herself.

The Judoon glanced at you and nodded at each other before one of them stepped forward to grab your arm.

The Doctor stepped in front of you demanding to know what action they will take in regard of you. She wanted to be sure that you would be return safe and sound back on earth or at least on her tardis.

The Judoon pushed the Doctor away from its path and made a grab at you.

You were scared, not wanting to be apart from the Doctor. She warned you not to fight them so you followed the Judoon out of the room while the Doctor continued talking with the other one.

That was the last you saw of the Doctor.

7777

You were pushed into a room and was left there for hours. It was a smaller room and looked like some interrogation room. You tried to talk to anyone you see there but they mostly ignored you. You paced back and forth as you bite your lips nervously.

You can't keep track how long you were there but suddenly the door opened and entered an eye-patch lady with a twisted smile on her face. She wasn't alone. There is a military man with her and someone dressed like a doctor.

"Hello, (yn) (ln)." The lady greeted you with a grin. "It has been a while."

You were confused as you never see the lady before in your entire life. "How did you..."

"...know your name? My dear, I made you." She answered with a creepy smile.

You frowned in confusion.

"You have done well in regard of the Doctor."

You have a bad feeling toward this lady and the way she mentioned the Doctor with contempt made you realized she must be an enemy of the Doctor. You took a step back away from her.

The lady nodded at the man dressed as a doctor and he walked toward you.

You stared at him warily.

"Ceres, would you like your treatment now?" he said gently at you.

The reaction is immediate. All tension left your body as you mechanically answered, "Yes, please."

The man gently pulled you to him.

"I want to see everything she collected so far from her times with the Doctor." Madam Kovarian instructed the man.

The man obeyed.

The colonel glanced at you and then at Madam Kovarian. "What about the Doctor? She would have try to find out about her whereabout."

The unforgiving, evil smirk on her face nearly tore her lips apart. "Fabricate something. Let's just say that little (yn) here is mistakenly executed after a case of misidentify. Leave a vague trail with the cover up for our dear Doctor to find. Let her suffer for the death of a friend." She said with disdain. "Get her someone to blame, a scapegoat. The oncoming storm would want revenge, let her get it."

The colonel nodded his head and made the preparation needed.

7777

You blinked your eyes as awareness finally returned.

A young man smiled down at you.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little a while."

"Can I go now?"

"Go ahead."

You nodded as you slowly left the room.

"Oh, Ceres." The young man suddenly called out.

You turned around to face him in a very serene manner.

He smiled genuinely and said, "Welcome back."

You smiled before leaving him without any care in the world. You greeted a few other people on your way out with a kind smile.

As you left, Topher turned to the other occupants in the another room. Adelle and Madam Kovarian stepped into the room. Topher gave the intimidating lady what she wanted, a black box containing your memory and feeling, everything you see and heard as (yn) (ln).

Madam Kovarian look pleased with herself. She has yet to determine whether the information she gathered on the Doctor will be useful but one thing she knew, she could use (yn) as a weapon against the Doctor for she knew the Doctor's weakness has always been his/her companion.

"It is a pleasure doing business with you, Madam." Adelle replied with a smile but it was uneasy. She doesn't trust the woman but she seemed to have friends in high place for she was able to locate the dollhouse and even borrowed one of her active dolls for a long term of period. She tolerated her only because she donated a generous large amount of money for the corporation.

"I might have the need to use that girl once again in the future." Madam Kovarian said.

"Of course."

7777

After Jack broke her out of prison, the Doctor is filled with dread upon meeting the fam and realized you were gone. Before she could investigate on your disappearance, the fam has warned her of Daleks invasion on earth. Despite worrying about you, the Doctor had to focus on solving the current crisis.

At the end of the day, against Jack's protest, the Doctor actually planned to break in back into the prison, wanting to find out the prison record on you. As Kovarian predicted, she did find the trail of a cover up for prisoner 1423588. She froze after she uncovered the details and the fact there is nothing left of you to find.

Jack, Yaz, Ryan and Graham froze at the fury emanating from the Doctor. They couldn't even properly grief for their fallen friends as they scrambled around trying to calm the oncoming storm.

She was frightening. Her friends are all afraid of her, save for Jack who understood the kind of loss she is feeling.

Yaz has begged her not to leave her behind again. Ten month has been an agony to her. However, to Ryan, what happened to (yn) is the last push he needed to actually left behind the world of the Doctor and Tardis. Graham, not wanting to left Ryan alone, also left with him. But they are all worried for the Doctor.

For their sake, the Doctor lies that she will be okay, that she understood that (yn) wouldn't want her to do anything reckless. She was heartbroken by yet another loss of friends.

Jack also stayed with Yaz on board of the tardis. Unlike the others, Jack knew the Doctor lies, she always lies. After Yaz is asleep, he volunteered to help her in her quest for revenge so he could watch over her and maybe pull her back if she went too far.

7777

You were imprinted with the identity of someone called Adalind. You were supposed to attend a party in a hotel with your pretend fiance. But thing get out of control when alien crashed the party.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack were there to answer some distress signal from said alien.

"(yn)?" The Doctor called out in almost awe. She felt like she was being punched in the gut when she saw you.

"Sorry? I think you mistaken me with someone else." You replied in polite manner. You were different, you have different hair colors and eyes. You were dressed elegantly. You looked confident and comfortable with yourself.

"(yn)..." The Doctor clutched your arm insistently.

You forced a smile at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not (yn), my name is Adalind."

"You...really are not (yn)?" Yaz asked hesitantly. She was shocked with your appearance.

You shook your head as you pulled the Doctor's hand off you.

The Doctor pulled her sonic screwdriver to scan you but to her surprise, the conclusion is inconsistent. A more thorough scan revealed that Adalind is definitely not (yn), different brainwave pattern and all. Her hearts broke at the result. But, of course, she should have known there is no way (yn) could be alive. But, she still suspect Adalind. Could she be an echo of (yn) like what happened to Clara? But the brainwave pattern...

Jack and Yaz are quick to distract the Doctor with the distress signal they have come for in the first place and it worked, for the duration of the mystery, the Doctor is able to push the thought of Adalind out of her mind.

Adalind and the rest of the guests were interrogated by the Doctor when someone suddenly dropped dead.

Yaz had talked to Adalind's fiance and she thought he was suspicious for his reluctant to talk about how she met Adalind. She told Jack about it and he agreed he seemed fishy.

Jack had flirted with Adalind but was quickly stopped with a mean glare from the Doctor.

After a series of events, the Doctor finally is able to solve the crisis and save most of everyone in the hotel included the alien in question.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack had spoken with Adalind and they like you enough to warrant invitation onto the Tardis. Of course, the truth is, the Doctor is wanting to investigate more on Adalind's similarity with (yn).

However, Adalind, despite your friendliness with them, has refused the offer 'opportunity of a lifetime' as you had deduced their ulterior motive regarding a certain (yn). Yaz had gave you her number in case you changed your mind.

Adalind bid the three of them goodbye and left the hotel alone without the fiance.

Unbeknownst to you, you were followed. You walked alone for a long while before a black van suddenly stopped near you. A man got out of the van. "Ceres, would you like your treatment now?"

"Yes, please." You answered immediately and the man led you inside the van.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack is quick to use the Tardis to follow the van. Thankfully, Jack apparently has put a tracker on Adalind when he is flirting with her. The Doctor is impressed with him.

7777

Topher has just finished the usual procedures of erasing the Adalind imprint and returning you to default Ceres personality. Your caretaker has also informed him on the unexpected variable during your current engagement and he had called Adelle on it when he found elaborate tracker on your person.

When Adelle is informed that the unknown variable has called you with the name (yn), she cursed. She would have to call on that unpleasant woman again regarding the imprint (yn) (ln).

You were oblivious to the tension above as you serenely making an origami paper much like a child.

Somewhere within the building, the tardis materialized inside as the Doctor and companion got out to inspect the surrounding curiously.

The room screamed zen mood all over the place. There are people who were doing stuff like meditating, drawing, making flower arrangement, etc. But, they didn't seem concerned or alarmed at the appearance of the tardis or the three strangers.

"What is this place?" Yaz asked out loud.

Jack noticed on the railing above, a young woman dressed as a dominatrix walked to a room but not before winking at him. "I like it."

The Doctor, however, laser-focused on locating you and she finally spotted you, seated on the floor in front of a small table, smiling as you made origami. She quickly approached you and called you Adalind but you weren't responsive to that name.

You finally noticed the three strangers that are staring at you. The blonde woman looked sad as if someone shot her puppy so you offered her your finished origami.

She smiled at you but you think her smile still sad. She asked your name as she bend her knees before you.

"I am Ceres." You replied.

"Ceres..." She repeated.

An alarm sounded loudly. A set of man and woman dressed in black suit immediately surrounded the room, pointing their gun on the strangers. The other caretakers herded the rest of the people inside the room to evacuate to another room.

The Doctor noted these people are almost childlike, not showing any fear or anxiety at all, as they were led away from there. She had prevented you from leaving when you are about to make your move too like the rest of the dolls.

Adelle stepped into the room and stared hard at the intruders.

The Doctor pulled her psychic papers and as Adelle read into it, she groaned and instructed the guard to back off.

"They have VIP invitation from Rossum." Adelle said in annoyance. "I really wish they warned me before letting VIP guest into the building." She led the Doctor, Yaz and Jack into her office.

The Doctor wanted you to stay with her but she has to find out more about this place from Adelle and it wouldn't do to alert them of her intention with you.

7777

Adelle offered the guests a bourbon for a drink but they refused. The blonde woman seemed to be in charge and is very eager to find out what the Dollhouse has to offer.

The Doctor introduced herself and her companion.

Adelle has revealed that she knew that they made use of a psychic paper, she was warned of it but she saw no harm in telling them about the Dollhouse. After all, in a short a while, they would no longer be her problem.

"Who warned you of it?" The Doctor asked her but she only smiled.

The Doctor and Yaz look horrified after her explanation of the purpose of the Dollhouse.

"I know some people have reservation about our Actives. Robot. Slaves. Mosty, people think they are very good liars. They are, of course, the opposite." Adelle started her speech. "An Active is the truest soul among us."

"The only way to imprint a human being with a new personality is to remove their own. Completely." The Doctor said in horror.

"But they are not gone. We made a backup of all their original personality. The Actives here are under five-years contract with us. After five years, we will return them to their original personality with a few tweak as they wanted on our contract. They left here a rich person and no longer have to deal with whatever issues they have before they entered a contract with us." Adelle said. "We eased their suffering."

The Doctor demanded to see the technology they used on these people.

They met Topher who animatedly explained with a smug look on his face about the machine. He was surprised when the Doctor is able to keep up and talk technology babble on par with him. He was impressed with the Doctor and her with him.

"Is that what happened to (yn)?" Yaz asked. "Did she entered a contract with you?"

Adelle looked almost sorry to tell them the truth.

"She is not real, is she?" The Doctor said. "She is an imprint."

"The real (yn) (ln) has died a long time ago. But we were requested to copy her brainwave pattern, apparently, she fits some criteria that our client wanted." Topher revealed.

"Some criteria...funny, kind and brave...exactly my type..." The Doctor snorted in derisive. "The exact companion I can't resist..."

Both Yaz and Jack stared at the Doctor in confusion and dread as they realized someone ordered one of these Actives, imprinted with a personality of some dead woman that they think will catch the Doctor's interest...as a spy?

"Who is the client?" Yaz demanded.

"That is classified." Adelle has said.

The Doctor snorted. "You already blabber your mouth about all of these, why keep that one a secret?"

"This is not personal to me, Doctor, I don't know or care who you are. You are our esteemed client problem and she is on the way here to see you. You will soon find out who it is." Adelle said.

Yaz and Jack look nervous at the mention of the said client coming for them.

The Doctor glared at her firmly. "I want to talk to (yn). Imprint her back to...Ceres."

"We can't. The imprint on (yn) (ln) is no longer in our hands. We handed it over to the client per her request."

"Well, that is not entirely true."

Adelle turned to glare at Topher. "You didn't."

"I made a backup, backup of the imprint." Topher sheepishly grinned, sorry-not-sorry.

Adelle rolled her eyes in fondness at the young man as he grabbed something from the vault of black boxes of imprints and located the imprint he wanted.

You were led back into the room and into the machine where the Doctor and companion witnessed for the first time how the machine worked.

7777

You woke up to the concerned face of the Doctor and Yaz.

"Doctor? Yaz?" You blinked in confusion. "Where am I?"

Jack stared at you in pity.

"What was the last thing you remembered?" The Doctor asked.

"I was with you and then I was in the interrogation room. There was a woman." You tried to recalled your last memories.

"Tell me about the woman. What does she look like?" The Doctor requested.

You described the woman and blanched at the fury on the Doctor's face as she, in disdain, uttered a name.

"Kovarian."

The Doctor explained in brief that Kovarian has a grudge on her and if she is coming to the building, they would have to expect a fight on their hands.

Jack brought gun and ready for a fight.

You were confused by the whole thing and demanded explanation.

The way the Doctor glanced at you, like she was disgusted or sad, you didn't understand what to warrant you that expression. She can't still be mad at you for jumping in front of the stupid laser beam, can she?

Eventually, they told you the truth.

You were having a hard time believing them. "I am real! Not an imprint!" You yelled at them in denial.

You saw that the Doctor truly believe that you are not real, that everything you experienced together are all lies. You were angry and sad. You left the room, unable to face the Doctor any longer. You cried on the stairs away from everyone.

If it was all fake, a fabricated everything, why does it feel so real? Your feeling is real and valid and you realized right now you are hurt by the Doctor and it hurts so bad it has to be real. How can they say that?

You couldn't believe the true you, the original personality, has given up on your body and mind, to be a plaything of people for five years. Given that you are on loan for some enemy of the Doctor that probably has time travel on their hands meant that for you it might already be longer than five years.

"Why woud I do that?" You asked yourself out loud.

"You could no longer live with the consequence of your own action." Adelle answered for you. "And you no longer have to."

"What could be so bad that I, that she would do that?" You asked her.

She didn't answer at first. "Do you really want to know?"

You glanced at her, at her serious expression on her face and realized you are afraid to find out about the original you because that would be like admitting that you are not real and you are not ready.

Suddenly a bunch of men dressed like an army entered the building, quick to block the all possible way out.

Adelle sighed in exasperation.

7777

Jack was able to escape the resulting chaos as the Doctor and Yaz surrender to face the client they have been waiting for.

"You really have a perchance to ruin my plan, don't you, Doctor?" Kovarian look annoyed at the fact the Doctor found out about (yn) before she could use you against her and that she doesn't even surprised to see her again.

You and the Doctor glared at the woman.

"Hello, Kovarian, colonel run-away." The Doctor coldly greeted them.

The colonel twitched at the cursed nickname the oncoming storm has bestowed upon him for his part in kidnapping Amy and Melody Pond.

Kovarian glanced at the Doctor and then at you. "I see you get (yn) back after all." She glanced at Adelle and Topher in disapproval. "What do you think of my gift to you, Doctor?"

The Doctor glared at the woman. "What do you hope to accomplish from using her?"

Kovarian smiled menacingly at the Doctor. "I suppose it is no longer matter since you already found out that (yn) here is a fake."

You bristled at that. You were angry and ready to snap back at the stupid eye-patch lady but to your surprise, the Doctor pulled you away from the woman.

"You got me now. What are you gonna do about it?" The Doctor taunted her instead.

Kovarian smirked. "Oh you will find out." She suddenly recite something in that flat tone of her, a twisted version of the tick tock goes the clock that the Doctor recognized but instead of using River's name, this time, it was yours.

The reaction is immediate as you clenched your head in pain.

"Oh shit." Topher recognized it as a sleeper mode within an Active, probably a combat-ready personality one.

Yaz grabbed onto you, worrying about your state but Topher warned her to step away from you.

You stared blankly ahead.

"What have you done, Kovarian?" The Doctor demanded even though she already guess what happened to you.

You walked toward the colonel who gave you a gun and you proceed to point the gun at the Doctor.

The Doctor was able to duck thankfully. She was correct, after all. Of course, she is going to use you as a weapon like she did with River.

Yaz, Adelle and Topher also duck on the floor.

You stride in confident as you commanded the Doctor to kneel.

Having a gun pointed at her, the Doctor has no choice but to obey.

Suddenly a different sound of alarm ringing through the building and it made you groaned in pain and you were knocked out cold.

Topher realized it was emergency alarm that will immediately wiped every imprints in the building and since you are currently an imprint, you were effected too.

Before anyone can do anything, there is a blackout and the shooting started causing chaos.

The Doctor crawled near Yaz and covered her with her body.

When the blackout is over, the Doctor looked up and froze when she saw River and Jack together with guns, incapacitating Kovarian men.

"Hello, sweetie." River greeted the Doctor with her usual flirty tone. "Loving the new look."

Jack has somehow get into the tardis and asked it for help in getting more people to rescue the Doctor and the machine has led him to the Doctor's wife.

The Doctor is momentarily distracted by the appearance of her wife. She is happy to see her again despite knowing the heartaches she would later feel again, having to say goodbye and return her beloved wife to the correct timeline and erased River's memory of her current incarnation.

Kovarian has lost once more to the Doctor and River. She is pissed but there is not much she can do except apparently destroy the imprint (yn) she has on her person, essentially killing the chance for (yn) to return or so she hopes. She was petty and she wish to hurt the Doctor anyway she can.

The Doctor glanced forlornly at the destroyed piece of tech that carried (yn) within. To tell the truth, she has no idea if she would want to bring (yn) back again.

You slowly woke up to Yaz's concerned face. "Did I fall asleep?" You asked her.

Yaz's face fell at that. She recognized Ceres for her childlike look.

"For a little a while." Topher answered.

You smiled at him as he helped you up.

The Doctor glanced at you sadly.

River glanced at the Doctor curiously and then at you. Jack has filled her in about you before.

The Doctor's hearts nearly tear apart when Topher had said the backup imprint of (yn) he made also got damaged during the shooting. Was (yn) gone for real now? She didn't even get to say goodbye.

She wasn't the only one who is in grief. Yaz is sad as you were her friend too.

7777

The Doctor would have like to shut down the Dollhouse but settled on the demand for the release of the original personality of you be returned and released from the Dollhouse service. She didn't want to see you used by anyone ever again.

Adelle agreed and being generous enough to release you with more money than the contract stated.

The Doctor warned her that the tech they used is dangerous and someday some people are going to want to use it, abuse it, for their personal gain.

Adelle reassured her that she won't let that happen. She care for the Dollhouse and the Actives.

The Doctor watched as you, the real you, talked to Adelle. You looked very beautiful at that moment but she noticed the underlying pain on your eyes. She had read your file and watch your recruitment video. She knew the reasoning behind your acceptance of the Dollhouse contract.

You bumped into her and apologized politely. There is no recognition on your eyes upon seeing her.

The Doctor's hearts ached as she forced a smile at you.

You walked away without turning back, passing Yaz and Jack without so much a look.

Yaz watched you go with a look of grief on her face.

7777

River comforted the Doctor the only way she could as she suspected that (yn) is someone dear to the Doctor. River has the damaged tech from Topher unbeknownst of the Doctor. She is hoping she could fix it and maybe lessen the pain in her wife's eyes. But she knew it was a long shot so she didn't dare to alert the Doctor of her intention.

After saying goodbye to River once more, the Doctor keep her mask in place for her companion's benefit.

Yaz wanted to check on your well being and she obliged because she has a duty of care.

They didn't approach you, only watched you from far away.

You didn't look happy but you make do. You live well with the generous amount of money on your bank account.

The Doctor and Yaz left the sight of you and back into the tardis.

The wheezing sound of the tardis caught your attention as you glanced around in curiosity before shrugging and resumed your walking.

A/N: So, yeah, finally a sort of crossover fusion of doctor who and dollhouse. It has been a while since I last watch dollhouse so I might get some fact wrong but plot holes whatever, right? November and Whiskey are my favorite characters on Dollhouse. Guess the reader's situation is similar to that of November but without the sad ending. Also, what am I even writing? I knew the plot fell flat in regard of how Kovarian going to use the reader against the Doctor. I don't feel so good now but as usual I'm just gonna post it and run away.

I hope this is entertaining enough for a good read. Thank you for reading. Hope you have a good day. Stay safe, everyone.

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Betrayal

drabble in the series

The Master’s child goes off the walls.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, Daleks

Characters: OC, Jack Harkness, Daleks, The doctor(10), Donna

Helena grinned as they spinned around in a room full of daleks, cackling as they fiddled with their Vortex Manipulator that they stole off of Jack Harkness. “You all really really dont know who I am.”

“You are The Doctor’s associate, Caitlyn.” The Dalek’s called out causing the Time-Lord to chuckle, before reaching for their TCE. “Check again.”

“You are a Time-Lord, Mostly known as Missy.” A male voice called out, a smile in his words as he walked into the room. Jack Harkness. “Except, we all know who you got that name from, Helena.”

“Got it from mummy, didn't I?” They called back to Jack, spinning the TCE before slipping it into their pocket. “Did Daddy tell you to come get me? Or did you notice something missing?”

Helena held up their wrist, showing off Jack’s Vortex Manipulator. “Crappy time travel tech, but it works when we need it to.”

They stilled when they heard a different male voice. “Its bad technology.”

Helena turned again and saw The Doctor before gesturing to the Daleks. “Before we fight, can we deal with them first? I do not want to regenerate in a room full of Daleks.”

The Doctor whistled and the TARDIS doors opened, causing all of them, and a woman to run into it, Helena tossing Jack his Vortex Manipulator back as they reached the TARDIS console. Both Helena and The Doctor started to work on the console, inputting coordinates and flicking levers and switches. The woman and Jack watched in amusement as the Time-Lords worked in unison.

The TARDIS landed in Sheffield, and Helena stepped out. “We’re at a park, in 2023. Now, lets sit down and talk, because I know all of you want answers, especially the human.”

“OI! Watch it Space-girl!” The woman called and Helena stopped and turned, grabbing their TCE, aiming it at the woman. “The name is Princess to you humans. If you dont like that, call me Missy. Only the Doctor and the Master can call me names like that.”

“The master?” The Doctor asked. Helena scoffed and looked at the Doctor, really taking in his appearance, trying to determine the age of this Doctor. “Clara Oswald?”

“Who?” The Doctor asked, getting confused and angry. “Amy and Rory Pond!”

“Again! Who!?” The Doctor shouted causing Helena and the human to flinch. “Okay, I havent met you then. This body’s current name is Helena, named after a certain Saxon.”

“Why are you named after The Master!?” The Doctor gripped Helena’s arms, making the younger Time-Lord squirm and flinch. “I’m his child! From the future! Rassilon your more grumpy than grey-hair.” Helena snapped, the human running up and pulled The Doctor back.

“He’s dead, whose your mother?” The Doctor asked and Helena smirked, memories of River Song jumping into their mind. “Spoilers.”

#Betrayal #doctor who drabbles #doctor who spoilers #Tenth doctor #Jack Harkness #Donna Noble #betrayal series #OC

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Eras of The Doctor’s Life (Part 6: Nu-Who)

The Post-Time War Era

Defined by The Doctor believing himself to be the last of his kind. This era sees The Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctors face creatures and villains as normal again, alongside surviving threats from the war (including the Daleks, The Master, Davros, and the Time Lord High Council), coupled with his own PTSD. This period of The Doctor’s life ends when The Eleventh and Tenth Doctors share an adventure with The War Doctor and decide to save Gallifrey rather than burn it.

(9th Doctor-11th Doctor)

- 10: The Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston)

- 11: The Tenth Doctor (David Tennant)

- 12 The Tenth Doctor (David Tennant | Aborted regeneration)

- 13: The Eleventh Doctor (Matt Smith)

The Pre-Hybrid Era

Defined by The Doctor’s on-again-off-again search for Gallifrey, coupled amongst many more adventures in time and space. During this era, The Eleventh Doctor spends the vast majority of his life on Trenzalore, defending the Town of Christmas from attack for 900 years against countless alien aggressors attempting to access a crack in time leading to Gallifrey. He sees off the New Dalek Paradigm (the last of the aggressors remaining) with a huge explosion resulting in the first of a newly granted regeneration cycle, transforming into The Twelfth Doctor. Facing many dangerous threats (such as the Daleks, Cybermen, Davros and many such others), The Doctor also went through a major evolution of character during this era, going from a stern solitary fellow resistant to hugs; to a kind, deeply caring man, willing to go through hell for 4.5 billion years trapped in his own Confession Dial simply to return to Gallifrey and attempt to bring Clara Oswald back from death (neglecting his people’s fears about The Hybrid prophesy in favour of his friend’s wellbeing). This care also extended out to his old enemies, mostly very much referring to Missy (a female incarnation of The Master attempting to regain her long-lost friendship with The Doctor), watching over her for decades on end at St. Luke’s University in hopes of rehabilitating her (very nearly succeeding until the reappearance of her prior incarnation and her subsequent death).

(11th Doctor-12th Doctor)

- 13: The Eleventh Doctor

- 14: The Twelfth Doctor

The Hybrid Era

Defined by The Thirteenth Doctor’s troubling revelations about her hidden past, coupled with the return of The Master to his despicable heights of depravity, this era saw everything that The Doctor had come to rely on about herself destroyed. Gallifrey, the world her prior incarnations had worked so hard to save, has been destroyed by The Master seeking revenge (fulfilling the feared prophesy of The Hybrid). The truth behind her life becomes abundantly clear, and The Doctor has to face the fact that she has lived far many more lives than she initially thought. The history of her species (if she can even call them that anymore) is based upon her hidden suffering... and THAT is this place where we leave The Doctor... for now... ;) (god I cant wait to see what they do next)

(13th Doctor-???)

- 15: The Thirteenth Doctor (Jodie Whittaker)

Thank you all so much for reading this far if you have! The intention of this is purely because I love Doctor Who to hell and back. It has such a wonderful lore, and if I’ve introduced anybody to any new sections of the fandom, then I feel I’ve done a good job. :) For everybody else’s this has taken me all night to compile, so I hope I did a good job for all you diehards out there! 😁

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#Thirteenth Doctor #The Master #Doctor Who #Gallifrey #The Hybrid #The Ruth Doctor #The Fugitive Doctor #The Timeless Child #The Timeless Children

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Clara Oswald and the Last of the Dragon Lords - Part 6

Finally! It almost felt as though I’d never get this finished! We still have one more chapter after this, and then we’ll be good! For now... :D :D :D :D

Another note: with this chapter update, I surpass two million words on FFN. It’s only taken me seventeen years (most of it the past six or so lol), but hey! I did it!

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - FFN - AO3

In the early morning, just before the dawn, is often the darkest part of night. [3568 words; a HTTYD!Whouffaldi AU]

When Adrian came over and tapped Clara on the shoulder to relieve her for break, it did not feel as though much time had passed at all. She had all her thoughts on her house and the man still possibly in it. Never mind the cave full of children she was supposed to be in partial-charge of, and she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about the coworkers who were her team helping her mind said cave full of children. She went back to bed despite the fact she was fully-awake, tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling of the cave before she had enough.

After telling Adrian that she couldn’t sleep and needed to take a walk, Clara strapped her sword to her belt and quietly went out into the pre-dawn village. She had still been truthful, though not entirely as truthful as she knew she should have been under the circumstances. Moving amongst the eerily-silent buildings, all she had was early birdsong to accompany her as she crept back to her house, mist obscuring her surroundings and the sun not yet encroaching on the horizon.

Ah, yes, there it was—no smoke coming from the chimney and no sign that there was anyone inhabiting the building. At least he was taking that part seriously… then again, it was about all he could do, wasn’t it? If he was even there…

“Basil…? Hello…?” she said as she entered her house. She glanced around and saw that there was no sign of him. The dinner that she had left on the table was gone and the entire building was silent.

That was it. He was gone.

“Shit…” She sank into a chair and rested her arms and head on the wooden tabletop. “Why couldn’t you at least wait for me to say goodbye? You didn’t have to prove me right…”

“Here I was thinking that you didn’t do goodbyes.”

Clara sat upright and looked around frantically—the Doctor still wasn’t there. She stood, knocking the chair over, and tensed herself.

“Where are you?!” she demanded.

“Think about that for two seconds—I don’t like you because you need everything explained.” She looked around, then up, and found him; the Doctor and Idris were up in the rafters, hidden amongst the shadows. He grinned at her, pleased as he jumped down onto the floor. “You wanted me to be careful not to be seen, correct?”

“You idiot,” she sighed. She went over and pulled him down into a kiss, at which he tensed awkwardly, unsure of how to properly reciprocate. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Good, because I wanted to as well.”

“So you’re not cross?”

“After everything you’ve already done for Idris and me? It takes a bit more than that to betray my trust.” He then reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a spoon. “Please tell me you brought food.”

Clara blinked. “You just randomly have a spoon in your pocket?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Then why haven’t you been eating with it?”

“You haven’t brought porridge… or yogurt… by the gods do I miss yogurt…”

“Where do you get yogurt when you live mostly in caves?” She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. “Wait, don’t answer that. Just tell me what your plan is for stopp…”

“…Clara…?”

The sound of her name cut through her like a set of the sharpest claws. She turned and saw Danny standing there, his jaw slack as he took in the scene before him. When did he begin following her and how much had he seen?! His eyes flit from her to Basil and back in an attempt to process everything.

“Clara,” he wondered, “who is this?”

“That is none of your business,” the Doctor scowled.

“I was talking to her,” Danny snapped back. “Do not talk for her! She can answer herself!” He then brought his attention back on his old friend and attempted to soften his expression. “I’m asking you: who is he?”

“He’s Basil—erm—he’s the Doctor… and… I found him.”

“He’s a man—you just don’t find a man. What island are you from? Yeah, I’m talking to you now, mate.”

Danny began to step forwards, only able to get two paces in before Idris dropped from the ceiling to the floor between them, growling protectively. Her scales shimmered as she crouched and readied to strike. Danny stumbled backwards into the ajar door, eyes wide as he was now completely stunned.

“What the hell?!” he gasped.

“I am a Dragon Lord,” the Doctor stated. “Don’t think you can threaten me.”

“Who do you think is the one doing the threatening?!” Danny questioned. “Our village has been attacked by that,” he pointed at Idris, “longer than anyone’s been alive! I’ve just lost my leg to one of you lot, and now, as almost the entire adult population of the village is gone and we’re virtually defenseless, I find you necking with one of the people I would expect the least! Are you here to break down our final defenses and truly make us vulnerable? What are you Dragon Lords going to do once you’ve wiped out Berk?!”

“I don’t want to wipe out Berk.”

“Then explain how in the hell you’re conveniently here while everyone else is gone!” His eyes grew wide as his brain connected dots. “You planted that map in Clara’s firebox…”

“Danny, stop,” Clara ordered. She left Basil’s side and went around Idris, holding her friend by his forearm. “The Doctor did not plant that map, he did not trick me into anything, and he definitely is not working with the Master.”

“Then is he the one on the run from her?” he asked. The Doctor shrugged. “Why take your feud here?”

“It was an accident,” the Doctor replied. “I doubt she even knew I was alive until recently. Crashing on Berk was an accident, meeting Clara was an accident, getting the attention of the Master was an accident, but don’t think that because it was all an accident, that I am here for the same reasons as the one your fellow villagers have foolishly sailed out to meet.”

“Then what reason are you here?!”

“I had just been planning on passing through—sleep in a cave, nick just enough to survive yet not get caught, leave under the cover of night—but if it was just that then I would have left a long time ago.”

Danny looked at the Doctor and cocked an eyebrow. “Then why risk your life to stay? You’re not…” He looked at Clara and his face fell. “How long have you known him? A few days?”

“Months,” she corrected, feeling her face grow hot. “It’s been multiple months. He was here before my dad left.”

“That long?!”

“Listen, Danny; I know it sounds nutty but you have to trust me on this one,” she insisted. “I would have thought much the same way as you if you’d told me six months ago we were being attacked by a Dragon Lord directly and suddenly another shows up in my friend’s house.” She placed a hand on Idris’s head and petted the dragon between the ears. “Idris here is the key to defeating Velda.”

“She has a proper, normal-sounding name?” he frowned.

“Most people do,” the Doctor replied. Clara and Danny both shot him a glare, which caused him to scowl.

“Hush,” Clara ordered before turning back to Danny. “If Velda comes here, then Basil and Idris can face her head-on in an environment where they can do the least amount of irreversible damage. You can rebuild a house, but you can’t rebuild a villager.”

“What makes you so worthy of taking down the Master, then?” Danny asked. The Doctor shrugged.

“She’s my kid sister.”

Danny’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. “That’s your sister?!”

“She’s tried to kill me once already, but this time, I’m the one with the element of surprise.” Danny’s jaw dropped, which caused the Doctor to bristle. “What…?”

“Do you hear yourself?” the younger man asked. “Your sister has already tried to kill you, you’ve successfully endangered an entire village with your presence, and you think that you somehow have an advantage? What could that possibly be…?”

“A dragon that won’t listen to her.”

“One dragon; great.” Danny looked the Doctor directly in the eyes and stepped forward, approaching the older man with his head held high despite his limp. “Do you see my leg?”

“Singular, yes.”

“That is what happened when that sister of yours showed up, I’ll have you know,” Danny stated. “If you have a plan that will completely avoid the risk of this happening to anyone else, I’ll listen.”

“The world doesn’t work that simply and you know it,” the Doctor replied. He narrowed his glare at Danny and Idris let out another low, rumbling growl. “Clara, tell this pudding-brain to leave us be.” He glanced over at Clara, only to see her frowning at him with her arms folded across her chest. “Clara…?”

“I’m not telling Danny to bugger off,” she said. “He has a point: what’s your plan?”

“You don’t just plan when it comes to Velda,” he claimed.

“Still,” Danny said, “you have to know what you want to do when she shows up. There has to be something.”

The Doctor pondered for a moment before nodding. “You two work on getting the children from their current cave into one in the forest. I’ll use the opportunity to take Idris off to find Velda.”

“Why that?” Danny wondered. “The cave they’re in now is behind a waterfall. Why would we go and move them now?”

“...because the Master is clever enough to recognize that as a potential place for them to hide,” the Doctor stated. “Wake up the other man there, the three of you get the children out into the forest, and stay there. I’ll try to figure out where the Master is, as well of the rest of Berk, and report back.”

“You better return,” Clara warned. “You’ll meet us out there?”

“The cave you found me in,” he affirmed. They shared a momentary look—one where they both silently told one another their intentions upon being reunited and alone—and he turned on his heel for the door. “Come on, Idris; Clara can handle it from here.”

Clara and Danny both followed the Doctor and his Dragon outside and watched as he secured himself in the saddle before taking off, vanishing into the early morning fog. There was no warning the scant guard—they were likely asleep themselves and weren’t going to do much else.

“Alright, Adrian and the kids first, then we worry about anyone else,” Clara decided.

“Are you sure about him?” Danny asked cautiously. She saw the look on his face and knew his worry was born from the best of places.

“He’s perfectly fine, if a little rough around the edges,” she said. “I mean, he’s not talked to very many people for a number of years. You would seem a bit weird as well.”

“I still don’t know about him, but moving the kids doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” he replied. They then sprinted off towards the cave where their charges were all being held, with Adrian waiting for them by the entrance.

“What took the two of you so long?” he wondered. “I thought you were going on a walk, unless…” His eyes flit from one coworker to the other and his face scrunched in confusion. “I haven’t missed anything, have I?”

“No, but we do need to move the kids, and now,” Danny said. “The Master will recognize this cave for what it is and will seek to destroy it if she gets here before the longships return. We have to evacuate to the forest if the children are going to have a chance of surviving.”

“Where’d this come from?” Adrian asked, completely baffled. “Do you have reason to think she might return before the others?”

“Let’s just say a disturbingly-informed owl gave us some intel on the matter,” Clara said. She and Danny went into the cave and started clapping, raising their voices to make sure everyone heard them.

“Alright, team! It’s early, but it’s time to move!”

Slowly but surely, the rest of the cave’s inhabitants woke despite their lack of desire or the lack of the outside sun. They all grumbled about their teachers’ cruelty and their own irritability, whining as they packed up their possessions and younger siblings and cousins alike. There was little room for dawdling, as Clara, Danny, and Adrian all kept them going.

“It’s time to head further into the forest!” Danny announced as the children all got into a line. “The ships still aren’t back, and we don’t want this to mean that the Master is coming back to destroy everything in her path!”

“...but Mister Pink,” a student whined. “She won’t see us behind the waterfall!”

“We don’t want to take the chance that she does,” he replied gravely. “Now Mister Davies is going to lead us all towards another cave in the forest—one that is far enough away from the village where it would be a stretch to think everyone was there—and that’s where we’re going to stay until your parents come back. We’ll have breakfast when we get there.”

“What if they return and don’t find us?” a child asked.

“Your parents know better than to think that you’re anything but safe with us,” Clara said. “If they find this cave empty, of course they’ll come looking for us. They played in caves as kids too—they’ll know where to go.”

With the children temporarily placated, the three adults began to usher them past the waterfall and out into the open. The sky was beginning to brighten with the dawn, painting the clouds and sky splendidly warm colors before they were to take on their more typical grey and blue hues. They began a headcount, making sure that everyone was there, only getting partway through when they heard it:

The warning bells tolled, hurried peals emerging from the fog, telling their chilling message: Dragons were coming.

Screaming, the kids began to panic. What were they supposed to do? The adults were almost all gone—they all knew they were nearly defenseless. Some rushed back into the cave, some bolted for the woods, and others found it was too much and just collapsed right then and there. Adrian ran off in the direction of those who disappeared into the trees, hoping that they did not get too far without him. Danny tried rounding up the ones who were panicking in front of the waterfall, while Clara dashed after a young girl who ran back into Berk proper, crying for her grandfather in the guard.

“Maebh! Get back here!” she shouted. She ran after the girl, getting halfway through the village before being able to grab her. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I want to help my granddad!” the child snapped.

“You can help him by staying out of harm’s way in the forest!”

“I don’t want to! I want to help!”

“Maebh! I’m warning you!”

It was then as a burst of light illuminated the town, filling it with an unnatural warmth that Clara and Maebh knew the source of, yet did not want to see just yet. They looked to see dragons attacking the guard stations—it was useless to attempt to intervene.

“No!” Maebh gasped. She took one step towards the guard stations and squeaked as she was cut off by a large dragon slamming the entire weight of its body onto the ground in front of her. It let out a deafening roar, eyes glinting in the firelight, and set its sights on the small child in front of it. Clara acted immediately and drew her sword as she placed herself between her student and the dragon.

“Don’t you dare!” she snapped. She held her ground and gripped her sword firmly, making it clear it was not going to get Maebh without a fight. The dragon growled as it glared at Clara, wanting its prey without fuss. It swiped at her, knocking the sword from her hand, and roared in warning.

Move away from my feast.

Clara stepped backwards, still keeping herself between the dragon and child, not wanting to turn her back to the creature. She could see the collar sitting on it and knew that if she was able to undo it, then she had a chance—however slim—of getting it to go away of her own accord. Maebh behind her began to cry… it wasn’t looking good.

Then, just as the dragon was about to pounce, there was a great wind, accompanied by the sound and feeling of something landing between the humans and dragon. A rumbling roar came from seemingly nowhere, though Clara knew better.

“It’s about time, Doctor!” Dragon and rider both shimmered into existence, like a mirage on the edge of the water. Maebh gasped and clutched her teacher's arm.

“Who is that?!” the girl wondered.

“That is someone who is here to help,” Clara said. She watched as the Doctor activated the flames on his sword and swung it about in an effort to intimidate the dragon. The creature lunged at him—he parried long enough for Idris to reach the enemy's neck and rip off the collar. As the dragonsblood stones came out of the creature’s neck, it howled in pain, though instead of attacking the ones before it, it rolled around in the dirt and attempted to soothe its wounds. It sat up and the dragon’s pupils were wide and alert—it was free. The dragon grunted and took off, flying away from the fray and off to skies unknown.

“It… it went away!” Maebh marveled. She shrank back when Idris looked at her, though furrowed her brow in thought when she saw the Doctor pet the dragon on the head. “Are you the one the mean lady’s looking for?”

“I am, and I’m sorry it’s caused you so much trouble,” he replied gently. He looked at the sky and squinted, attempting to see where his sister was in the mess. “There.”

“Where?” Clara asked.

“There.” After dousing his sword, the Doctor picked up a stick from the ground and threw it, the object hitting something mid-air. The Master and her dragon came into view and he grinned.

Gotcha.

“Stop this, Velda!” the Doctor bellowed. “Your fight was never with these people!” All the surrounding dragons stopped and looked at him—if his goal was attention, then he succeeded.

“Aren’t you cute,” the Master smirked. She allowed her dragon to perch itself on the edge of a roof, the other end of the building on fire. Clara caught the sight of Danny and some of the older students in her peripheral vision—she wasn’t going to be the only witness, and they were just out of the Master’s sight. “Out of all the places I thought I’d find you, I never expected it to be here.”

“I never thought I’d see you again, not after you murdered my family, fed them to your pets, and laughed the entire time! You would do the same to this village, wouldn’t you?!”

“I would, if they’d behave and let me hunt them down instead of trying to turn the tables on me,” she shrugged. “That was a very rude thing you did, not allowing me to hunt my prey.”

“They’re people, Velda! That’s what they always have been! People!”

“...and why do you fight for these people?!” the Master sneered. Her brother relit his sword in warning, light from it cutting through the fog and smoke unlike anything else.

“I have a duty of care,” he declared. “I have found peace here when before I’ve had none. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like I’ve belonged somewhere, Velda, not as though you’d understand."

“What I understand is that you could have been powerful with me—we could have reigned supreme, as is our birthright.” The Master’s dragon shivered on its perch, clearly preparing itself to jump back into action. Golden dawn light crept up the building and illuminated her figure, showing the glint in her eyes all the stronger. “We could have forged twin dynasties to last the ages! Instead you turned the prospect down and now, all these years later…” Her lip curled in disgust. “Look at us.”

“Murders and vagabonds both, but at least I’m not the one who is clinging to the very traditions that killed our people… killed my family!”

“They were weak,” the Master said plainly. “You always had a weakness for the unworthy. I was hoping you would eventually open your eyes to that… though I see not… even with all these years. The fact you are here, with these people, only proves your attraction for the undeserving. All you do is run.”

“I’m done running.”

“Then come back home and take your rightful place, brother! Gallifrey and all her dragons awaits!”

“Gallifrey has nothing for me.”

A chill went down the Doctor and Clara’s spines as the sun went behind a cloud, shrouding the Master in darkness once again as the low rumble of a storm reached their ears.

“Then it is time for you to die.”

#Whouffaldi #Clara Oswald #Twelfth Doctor #Whouffle #Twelve x Clara #Danny Pink #Doctor Who #HTTYD!AU #fan fiction #I will always feel bad for Danny #because he's just this normal dude who had the misfortune of being born in the DWverse #like the most normal person in the goddamned continuum #the man is Darren Stephens Levels of lethally normal and yet it was lethal towards him rest in peace #and I know that FFN word count algorithm is weird and innaccurate #but come on it's still kinda cool #and #because spoilers #The Master

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The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 24

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 24 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 24/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

The Doctor stormed into the TARDIS and pulled the monitor around. “She's just a girl. How can she be?”

The monitor showed them the girl from the Dalek Asylum, along with a number of different photos from the current Clara’s past.

“She can't be. She is. She can't be.” He shoved the monitor away. “She's not possible.”

“We’ll figure it out. We always do,” Elise reassured him.

They picked up Clara and set off on her first real adventure.

“So we're moving through actual time? So what's it made of, time? I mean, if you can just roll through it, it's got to be made of stuff, like jam's made of strawberries. So what's it made of?”

“Well, not strawberries. No. No, no, no. That would be unacceptable.” The Doctor straightened his bowtie.

“And we can go anywhere?”

“Within reason. Well, I say reason…” He’d ended up in a myriad of odd places.

“So, we could go backwards in time.”

“And space, yes.”

“And forwards in time.”

“And space. Totally. So, where do you want to go, eh? What do you want to see?”

“I don't know. You know when someone asks you what's your favorite book and straight away you forget every single book that you've ever read?”

“No. Totally not.”

“Well, that's a thing that happens.”

“And? Back to the question?”

“Okay. So…So…So…” Clara ran towards the doors. “So I'd like to see…I would like to see…What I would like to see is…” She spun around. “…something awesome.”

The Doctor ran around the console and then led Elise and Clara out of the TARDIS.

Clara had her eyes closed.

“Can you feel the light on your eyelids? That is the light of an alien sun. Forward a couple of steps. Okay. Are you ready?” the Doctor asked Clara.

“Yes. No. Yes.” Clara opened her eyes.

“Welcome to the Rings of Akhaten.”

The Rings of Akhaten was an asteroid belt orbiting a huge star.

“It's…”

“It is. It so completely is. But wait, there is more.”

“More what?”

“Wait, wait, wait.” The Doctor looked at his watch. “In about five, four, three, two…”

The asteroids parted to reveal a golden pyramid.

“What is it?” Clara and Elise asked.

“The Pyramid of the Rings of Akhaten. It's a holy site for the Sun Singers of Akhate.”

“The who of what?”

“Seven worlds orbiting the same star. All of them sharing a belief that life in the universe originated here, on that planet.”

“All life?”

“In the universe.”

“Did it?”

“Well…it's what they believe. It's a nice story.”

“It’s beautiful,” Elise said.

“Can we see it? Up close?” Clara asked.

The Doctor held out his hand.

Clara took it and they ran back to the TARDIS.

Elise stood there looking at the star.

Clara grabbed her hand and pulled her into the TARDIS.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They stepped out into a marketplace.

It was filled with a wide variety of alien species, some of which Elise had never encountered before.

“Where are they all from?” Clara asked.

“Oh, you know, the local system, mostly,” the Doctor said.

“What do I call them?”

The Doctor started to point out the different alien races. “Well, let's see. Ah! There go some Pan-Babylonians. A Lugarlirakush. Some Eukanians. A Hooloovoo. Ah!” The Doctor walked up an alien and started speaking a language that sounded like gibberish to Elise and Clara. “That chap's a Terraberserker of the Kodonian Belt. You don't see many of them around anymore. Oh! That's an Ultramanta! Do you know, I forget how much I like it here. We should come here more often.”

“You've been here before?” Clara asked.

“Yes, yes, yes. I came here a long time ago with my granddaughter.” He grabbed Elise’s hand and pulled her over to a stall. “I brought you and Amy once.”

Elise furrowed her brows in confusion. “Did you?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I think I would have remembered this place.”

The Doctor shrugged.

Clara caught up to them.

He picked up a basket of blue orbs. “Exotic fruit of some description.” He scanned them. “Right. Non-toxic, non-hallucinogenic. High in free radicals and low in other stuff, I shouldn't wonder.”

Clara and Elise took a bite of it.

Clara shook her head, but Elise on the other hand felt like she’d tasted it before. The Doctor said they’d been here before so maybe she ate one as a child? The memory was there. She could feel it, but she couldn’t remember it.

“Do you like it?” the Doctor asked.

Elise nodded and the Doctor handed her the basket.

“You actually like it?” Clara asked Elise.

Elise shrugged. “Alien food.” Elise pointed to herself. “Alien.”

“So, why is everyone here?” Clara asked the Doctor.

“For the Festival of Offerings. Takes place every thousand years or so, when the rings align. It's quite a big thing, locally, like Pancake Tuesday.”

They kept walking and Clara ran into an alien who started snarling at her. “Oh! Er, Doctor!”

The Doctor walked up and started barking at the alien.

“What's happening? Why is it angry?” Clara asked.

“This isn't an it. It's a she. Dor'een, meet Clara and my daughter Elise. Elise, Clara, meet Dor'een.”

“Dor’een?”

“Loose translation. She sounds a bit grumpy but she's a total love actually, aren't you? Yes, you are. No, actually, she's just asking if we fancy renting a moped.”

Clara barked and the Dor’een barked back. “So, how much does it cost?” Clara asked.

“Not money. Something valuable. Sentimental value. A photograph, love letter, something like that. That's what's used for currency here. Psychometry. Objects psychically imprinted with their history. The more treasured they are, the more value they hold.”

“That's horrible.”

“Better than using bits of paper.”

“Then you pay.”

“With what?”

“You're a thousand years old. You must have something you care about.” Clara walked off.

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and shook his head, putting it back. He looped his arm threw Elise’s and they ventured back into the marketplace. The Doctor watched Elise marvel at all the wares around her.

“I always thought I loved it on Earth, but you know what? I think I like this more,” Elise told him.

“Because it reminds you of Gallifrey?”

Elise’s steps faltered for a second. Never let him see the damage. “We may look human, but we never will be.”

The Doctor patted her hand.

They kept walking until they found Clara near the TARDIS.

“What have you been doing?” the Doctor asked her.

“Exploring.”

Elise grabbed Clara’s arm and dragged her along with them.

“Where are we going now?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They entered an amphitheater that was facing the pyramid.

The ceremony had already begun, so they quickly took their seats.

“Are we even supposed to be here?” Clara asked.

The Doctor hushed her.

“But are we?”

The Doctor hushed her again.

The girl on the pedestal turned around and smiled before starting to sing.

A song was coming from the pyramid too.

The Doctor pulled out a brochure. “They're singing to the Mummy in the Temple. They call it the Old God. Sometimes Grandfather,” the Doctor explained.

“What are they singing?” Clara asked.

“The Long Song. A lullaby without end to feed the Old God. Keep him asleep. It's been going for millions of years, chorister handing over to chorister, generation after generation after generation.”

Everyone around them held out their hands.

“What are they doing?”

“These are offerings. Gifts of value. Mementos to feed the Old God.”

The offerings dissolved as everyone around them started to join in with the song, including the Doctor.

Hearing the Doctor try to sing along brought back many happy memories of him singing her to sleep. Elise set her head on her father’s shoulder.

There was a rumbling noise and the singing stopped.

An energy beam grabbed the little girl and pulled her towards the pyramid.

“Okay, what's happening? Is that supposed to happen?” Clara asked.

“Help!” the little girl screamed.

“Is somebody going to do something? Excuse me, is somebody going to help her?”

The Doctor and Elise got up, running back into the now empty marketplace.

“Why are we walking away? We can't just walk away. This is my fault! I talked her into doing this,” Clara said.

“Listen. There's one thing you need to know about traveling with us. Well, one thing apart from the blue box and the two hearts. We don't walk away.” He walked over to Dor’een and talked to her for a second, before turning to the two women. “I need something precious.”

“Well, you must have something. All the places you've seen, there must be something,” Clara said.

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. “This. And I don't want to give it away, because it comes in handy.”

“You're a thousand years ole and that's it? Your spanner?”

“Screwdriver.”

Elise rolled her eyes and took off the bracelet she was wearing, the one she never took off for anything.

The Doctor grabbed her wrist. “No.”

“We need a moped and you don’t want to give up your screwdriver, so what else do you suggest?”

“Your mother gave you that. Do you really want to give up the last thing tying you to your family?”

Before the two could argue about it even more, Clara took off one of the rings on her hand and dropped it in the box.

The two Timelords stared at her.

“It was my mum’s.”

The Doctor released Elise’s wrist and refastened the bracelet. He placed a hand on her head and kissed her temple, before Elise shoved him away from her.

She looked at the bracelet, trying to conjure up memories her parents. But she couldn’t. Nothing existed before her life with the Doctor.

There was nothing tying her to her birth family. She only wore the bracelet because it like it was a part of her.

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