Dawn. 19. Female. Half British by blood, full British by heart. Sold my soul to Doctor Who in January of 2012. David Tennant is my hero, happiness, inspiration, and sunshine. He's the best friend I've never met. <3
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For those wishing to follow the “Rescue Effort” thread between iam-theinterfector, the-tenth-will-see-you-now, timelordcurse, from-human-to-timelord, reinettemadamedepompadour, and theheartofdawn, each reply has been compiled into one long chronological ordered text post below the break. It will be updated as more replies are put out, and be given a completed check once the plot for this thread has ended.
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It was a lot of effort. But he knew it wouldn’t be, in the slightest, in vain. He’d worked out every angle. Then again, when didn’t he do that. Covered all his bases, made sure to have every possible hole covered. It took a little more deftness on his end, being sure to avoid any and all humans that may have been watching. They were all so dim anyhow, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d easily been able to gather all the right and necessary elements to make this plan go off without a hitch, and as far as he could see, nothing could reverse the work he’d done. So many hours he’d spent working through this, but he knew that it would pay off in the end. It had to.
He’d been sure to send along the necessary info to one of those fool Doctors via psychic paper. Proper coordinates, date, time, all in necessary accordance for his plans to go off without a hitch. They could do nothing but play along, his fingers holding the strings to this entire game. Rightly so. It made him smile and chuckle to himself, excited to see how they would handle such a situation. It made him antsy. He decided to land his TARDIS a little ways away from the coordinates where he’d specified. Just a short walk away, nothing too tedious. But far enough away that his TARDIS would be out of sight to both Doctors.
He couldn’t say a word to Michelle nor Reinette. They would have to remain within their holding room until all… Negotiations were taken care of. It wouldn’t take too terribly long, after all. The Interfector walked out of his TARDIS, locking up tight behind him. He was sure to double check he’d had all the necessary devices and items with him snug within his pockets. Brechen, Bolest, and all three detonators. All double checks came out well. He was entirely prepared.
The Interfector made his way past all the humans on the street, the day just beginning for all of them. His mind was buzzing with how much he was going to turn this normal day into something extraordinary. It had been so long since he’d been able to cause so much disturbance, he was nearly excited at the prospect. It didn’t take him long to reach the roof of the building he’d given coordinates to, seeing that he was just a few minutes earlier than what he’d denoted. So all he had to do was wait atop this bland roof. His patience was, luckily, very high at the moment.
-The Doctor was still weak from the infection he came down with while in the medbay. It was almost completely gone thanks to Tempus but it left him weaker than he usually was. If Vale hadn’t woken him up he would have healed up and been 100% for this very moment but luck wasn’t on his side. However, he didn’t even think of that when he got the coordinates and time from the interfector. He was feeling an adrenaline high that allowed him to sprint down the corridor and towards the console room. He really hoped he was in there. Despite knowing they had time machines, he wanted to get to the location as soon as possible. He was tired of waiting. Waiting caused his daughter to regenerate. He wasn’t going to let a terrible fate happen to Reinette and Michelle.-
Doctor?! -He called out when he was nearing the console room. He slid to stop himself once he made it there. Without saying a word, he held up the psychic paper towards his parallel self. He looked towards his newborn daughter Evie. His mind was so clouded with what the interfector send that for a brief moment he forget Tenth still had his daughter. He lowered his psychic paper and pocketed it. He walked over to them and smiled at Evie. He took her from his arms and rested her against his shoulder. When he felt he had a firm grip on her, he awkwardly pulled back out the psychic paper and handed it to his parallel self. He finally spoke to explain what he thought on what the interfector said.- I know it’s probably a trap but I think we should go. This might be our only chance.
The Doctor stared at the psychic paper in a near-daze for several moments. This was wrong. The whole thing silently screamed trap in his mind. He knew the Interfector better than he ever would have liked to, and all of his previous experiences with him told him this was bad. He couldn’t just ignore his instincts here.
Exhaling a shaky breath, he finally looked up, ‘First of all, you need to stop talking out loud! We made that link for exactly this reason! I know these coordinates are a shock, but that’s precisely what he wants! To panic us first and then bait us! This is a trap! You know it, and I know it! No. We can’t just go to him. We need to think this over!’
He leaned over the console in a panicked mode of thought and looked at the device. Why wasn’t it bloody responding?! He knew for certain that the longer they waited, the more danger Michelle and Reinette would be in, but this was too damn easy, and the Interfector never did easy. Not ever.
‘I KNOW IT’S A TRAP. STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE I’M DIMWITTED!’ -He shouted back at him through the link.- ‘What do you want to do?! WAIT?! I’m tired of waiting. My daughter regenerated because we waited! I’M NOT GOING TO FAIL THEM TOO! I’m not wasting another second on your device that doesn’t even work! -He kicked the device. Not hard enough to break it but enough to let out his frustration. The sudden rush of angered emotion and noise from kicking the device caused Evie to wake up from her slumber. She started to cry in his arms, which caused him to calm. He didn’t want to upset her after all. He took a few breaths and started rocking her to soothe her.-‘I’m sorry.’
The Doctor looked up at him angrily,‘Are you suggesting that I somehow wanted this now!? Like I enjoyed sitting here waiting and watching this piece of machinery for over a week?! Not eating?! Hardly sleeping!? Going out of my mind with worry, and all while babysitting?!’he stepped closer to him, his glare not lessening.
‘I hate to be the one to give you this reality check, Doctor, but we have ALREADY failed them!! Ten days it’s been! Do you think they’ve been sitting up nicely in a bloody hotel being waited on by the Interfector!? Do you know what he did to Dawn in half the time!? Do you!? So don’t give me that crap!If we mess this up now, things could end up a whole lot worse!!! We need to use our heads!! Not panic!’
-The Doctor flared his nostrils as his parallel self spoke but otherwise stood there stone like. He wasn’t going to continue this until his daughter was out of the room. He didn’t say a word as he turned on his heel and left the room. He returned several minutes later after he gave Evie to Dawn.- ‘If we failed then then there is no other option than to cut our losses and move on.’ -His voice was eerily cold. He was numbing himself from the pain.- ‘We’ve abandoned people for less. There is no point holding out on hope when it’s not there. We need to stop fooling ourselves and get on with our lives. We have loss so many before them. Why should we think this will be any different? Davros said it best, we keep running because we dare not look back out of shame.’
-He let out a small sign of sadness but swallowed it down. He sniffed and composed himself.- Happiness was never in the cards for us. We don’t deserve it after all we’ve done in our past. -He didn’t care if he was speaking out-loud now.-
His jaw dropped in shock at the coldness of his reply. Did he just hear that right? His voice snapped him from his silence as well, and he spoke this time, “Cut our losses and move on!? Get on with our lives!? Are you kidding me!? What’s wrong with you? These are two women we care about beingtortured! How can you even think of abandoning them when they need us most!?”
The Doctor went silent and just stared at him blankly for several moments, “When Rose Tyler was stuck on that Dalek ship all those years ago, did we just cut our losses and move on?! When Martha Jones was plummeting towards a sun, did we just cut our losses and move on!? I mean what are you thinking!? Just because we don’t deserve happiness doesn’t mean we should allow them to be hurt any more than they’ve already been! Please! Elaborate on your thought process, because I’m not understanding where this is coming from!”
AND NEITHER OF THOSE INCIDENTS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THEY NEVER MET US.
Tell me, how many lives we destroyed? Tell me why you are continuing to be selfish. If we continue to wait, we might save them but they will be destroyed because of us. Because you and I are selfish egotistical menaces of the universe. If we never let Martha close she wouldn’t be a soldier right now. She would be a doctor in a hospital saving lives. Rose Tyler picked up a gun because of us. Michelle and Reinette wouldn’t have walked right into the interfector’s arms if it wasn’t for us. I’m tired of being selfish. I’m tired of destroying people’s lives. The further I place them from me, the better. They don’t deserve to have their lives destroyed because of me. You ask me where this came from? It came from waking up and realizing everything is my fault.
He shook his head in disbelief, “Selfish!?And you actually believe leaving them on that TARDIS with the Interfectorisn’tselfish just because you’re feeling rubbish at the moment!? Is that what you’re telling me!? Because that’s beyond selfish and I cannot believe I’m actually hearing this right now! Maybe you’re ready to give up on them, but I’m not! You can have those pathetic feelingsafterthey’re safe, not before they’re out of harm’s way!” he shouted angrily.
The fact that his parallel self could even say something like this was beyond frustrating to him, Michelle and Reinette meant far too much to him just leave behind, and maybe that did make him selfish, but he wouldn’t change that at all if it meant getting them back safely.
Turning back to the console, he picked the psychic paper back up and began going over the coordinates again, “You know… maybe I am selfish… but I’d rather be that than callous. Any day. Maybe that’s the difference between you and I,” he replied, his voice much calmer than it had been just seconds before.
You’re connecting two different subjects together. -He shook his head in frustration.- It’s selfish to have them on board at all. Not saving them was merely an option since they are already destroyed. I am not even remotely proposing that not saving them is selfish. What was selfish was even travelling with them at all. Don’t you see it at all? We kill people even if we don’t mean it because we want to be adored and we want company. I am telling you that once they’re saved, even if they ever are, the further distance you and I put between them, the better they will be. We are like fire. No one should ever get to close to us or they will be burned.
I would rather be callus and prevent further harm than selfish and continue to travel with them. If reinette is saved, she is going back to the time in which she came and she will live out her life as she was meant to be. I’ve destroyed her life enough. I won’t be the cause of her death.
“Maybe you should have considered all of this before marrying Reinette. Hm? Before having children with her! It’s incredibly cruel to even consider doing that at this point! Why would you have ever done all those things in the first place if you were just going to end it like this?! Our lives have always been dangerous! This is not news! None of this is new! So why would you consider that now after it’s too late!?” he shook his head.
“And I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t be up to you. Not at this point in time when she’s this involved. As for Michelle, she’s not going anywhere. She’s staying with me. I’m not dropping her back on Earth so she can become some experiment for whoever that organization is that’s after her! I don’t think you’re thinking about this very clearly at all.”
I DID IT BECAUSE I WANTED A FAMILY AGAIN! I can’t have that. I will NEVER BE ABLE TO HAVE THAT.
You do what you want. I’m not going to force myself into something I know is wrong. I’m not going to continue to lie to myself and pretend I am in any way safe enough to have a family. I am not going to let the people I love be killed and destroyed. I’m saving her and our children. There is no other option.
The Doctor was silent as he began figuring out a good place to land. It needed to be somewhere close to where the Interfector had wanted, but not exactly those coordinates. He would also have to call for Dawn soon, but not quite yet.
“And you think I wouldn’t like a family?” he asked, his gaze still distracted by what he was doing, “I don’t do it because I know how dangerous it is! But even if I did ever have a family again… I certainly couldn’t bring myself to tearing that family apart. Which is exactly what you’re considering right now. I’m sorry you don’t see that..”
I never said you…-He paused, frowning. He couldn’t get those words the interfector said to him out of his head. They were right after all.- I’m not tearing it apart. I’m removing one dangerous element of it…me. It’s like a death in the family…maybe I’ll fake my death…yeah…I’ve done that before. I’ll fake my and then I’ll slip away…they’ll mourn but they’ll be safe…-He sniffed in and looked over at what his parallel self was doing.- Are we going to go?
“We don’t really have a choice… I can’t think of any other option but to go..”
He took his glasses off and moved his gaze back to his, “Fake your death? You really think that’s the best way to solve this problem? And I’m guessing you’re going to just.. expect me to play along, aren’t you? To lie to everyone? Is that basically what you’re getting at here?”
I need you to…-He paused, attempting to collect himself before he broke down.- When the interfector gave Evie back he pointed out something so true. I hurt everyone around me. I murder them…I’ve lost two other children beyond the children I lost on Gallifrey…How many more will I lose if I stick around? How many more of my loved ones will…suffer? -He paused again, holding back tears.- How do I stop them from dying and suffering if I stay?
He sighed heavily and shifted in his spot, “I don’t know… I can’t answer that…” he trailed off. There simply was no answer to give. The Doctor’s life had always been dangerous, there was no denying that. Although he didn’t agree with how he was going about this whole thing, he couldn’t deny that fact.
“Look, I can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you’re going to do, but I can’t just sit here and tell you it’s right. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I just don’t think leaving anyone is going to make them safer. If anything, it’s going to make things worse.. I don’t know. I can’t tell you what to do. I know you better than anyone seeing as I am you, and once we’re set on something, it just doesn’t change, does it? But you can’t make this decision influenced by something the Interfector said. He manipulates. That’s what he does. He’s been trying the same thing with me since day one.”
It’s just….people use them against me because they’re in my life. If I’m dead or out of their life, they wouldn’t be tools in people’s games. That’s my logic. -He sighed deeply and continued to look down. He knew he shouldn’t make such a huge decision on the interfector’s words alone.- DD….Evie’s other parent….said the same thing as the interfector. -He sucked in a breath and walked around the console.- We should go before it’s too late.
The Doctor cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets, “Yeah… see those new coordinates I wrote down right there? Take us there… It’s a little off course but I don’t want to end up landing the TARDIS right where he’s telling us. It could be some trap so.. just.. use those other coordinates, yeah?”
He scratched his head and swallowed thickly, “I’m going to go and get Dawn. We’re going to need her help watching that thing.. believe it or not, it does work. Or… it did. Not sure now, after the whole.. beating it just took.”
Ohh, yes. That’s a good idea. Going to the right location would be like handing ourselves over on a silver platter. I don’t want to be imprisoned next. -He looked at the device and raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure why now it should be used but h wasn’t going to question him.- Dawn is in the library. I gave her Evie.
He nodded, “Be right back then…” he said, turning slowly and walking at a brisk pace to go and find Dawn. This entire situation didn’t sit well with him. He was anxious, of course, to get them the hell out of there, but this wasn’t right. It was so obvious how this was going to turn out.
Every single time the Interfector appeared, The Doctor was faced with a choice. Statistically, he guessed that’s exactly what was going to happen this time. But what would the choice be this time?
He stopped just as he entered the library and looked at Dawn blankly, “Hey… can you.. can you come back with me? To the console room? I’m going to need your help..”
Dawn was all too happy for all the time she got to spend with Evie. After hearing what had happened, she was thankful that Evie was able to regenerate. Even though she wasn’t much of one for kids, she found herself enjoying watching over her. She was all too happy to do so if it meant helping in any way she could.
When the Doctor had stepped into the library, she’d just gotten Evie to fall asleep within her arms. Dawn had been quietly reading a book to keep herself occupied all the while. The Doctor’s sudden voice caught her attention right away, causing her to look up to see his blank look. She closed the book and set it aside, situating Evie farther up against her chest as she slept.
“Yeah, of course,” she said quietly as she stood, making her way over to him. “Is.. Everything okay?”
“Well.. not exactly. He told you, didn’t he? About the coordinates the Interfector sent?” The Doctor paused and stared at her for several moments before continuing, “We’re going… to go and meet him, but I’m going to need you to do something for me.”
He stepped closer to her, closing the large gap between them, “Em… I need you to come out to the console room, yeah? I know the Interfector probably parked his TARDIS somewhere where we won’t be able to find it in plain sight.. if we can distract him long enough… that’s all we need, and the device will lock onto the TARDIS’ coordinates. I need you to watch it and let me know… as soon as it does, I need you to tell me, Dawn.. Can you do that for me?”
Dawn listened carefully to what he said, giving a simple nod at his question. “Yeah, I’ll.. I’ll do whatever I can,” she said as she looked to him with a worried expression. “Just promise me you two will be careful..?”
The Doctor smiled hesitantly after a moment of silent thought, “I promise we will do everything we can to be careful.. I just.. I don’t know what’s going to happen, Dawn, but I don’t want you to worry… We’re going to do whatever we can to get them back.. and when I say that, I.. I mean it. Whatever it takes…” he trailed off, his glance avoiding hers now.
Dawn’s eyes searched his features, her smile fading now. She didn’t know what the Interfector would possibly make him do to get them back. Her knowledge of the man was limited to everything she heard about him. She couldn’t even rightly remember speaking to him. Which she was thankful for, but it still made her feel at a loss. Something about his words made him sound like he was prepared to truly do anything. It frightened her a bit.
She took a deep breath, moving closer to him and carefully placing her hand on his cheek. “Whatever happens,” she began quietly. “Don’t let it change you. And remember, it’s for Michelle and Reinette.” Dawn gave him a warm smile as she returned her hand to supporting Evie, her tone more uplifting. “Come on, then. Let’s… Just get this over with, yeah?”
The Doctor smiled at her gently and kissed her on the forehead, “Yeah…. come on,” he replied, turning on his heel and walking beside her.
He was quiet for a long while as they walked down the corridor, his thoughts were loud and jumbled within his mind, but he finally spoke, “I think… honestly.. he’s leading us into a trap. In fact, I know he is. It’s always something with him. There’s just no other option but to go.. but… we’ll think of something..” he said quietly, as they came to the end of the corridor, his gaze frozen straight on as they walked.
Dawn looked over to him as they walked, his words hitting her with worry. But she felt like she shouldn’t be worried. Two Doctors always had to be better than just one. She knew they would be able to overcome whatever it was the Interfector may have had planned. But he was right… It didn’t feel like the Interfector was just going to hand them over without some kind of trick. And that made worry gnaw at her gut even more.
“I know you two will,” she said, trying to make her tone encouraging. “Just wait around long enough until that device locks onto his TARDIS. And then… Everything will be fine.”
The Doctor glanced at her and forced a smile, “Yeah.. of course.. Anyway, I’m going to keep my mobile on. If anything goes too incredibly wrong, I am going to warn you ahead of time to leave with Evie. Have you got that? No games, Dawn. I can’t let it happen to you ag-” he stopped himself, catching his near-slip, “-against your will. We’ve all had quite enough of all that already. So..” he swallowed thickly, “Just keep your phone ready, yeah?” he finished quickly, just as they entered the console room.
Dawn took a deep breath and gave a simple nod, “Yeah, I… I understand.” She didn’t want to leave either of them if it came down to it. She couldn’t. But then again, what else would she be able to even do? She could only hope it wouldn’t come down to that.
As she saw TC near the console, she moved over to him with a small smile. She gave Evie a few light pat on her back, “Evie needs both her dads. So you come back in one piece, alright?”
-The Doctor was standing near the console waiting for Dawn and his parallel self to return. When he spotted them down the corridor, he walked forward, giving them a smile though the moment dawn spoke, the colour in his cheeks drained slightly. He let out a nervous chuckle and looked his his parallel self.- Hah…yes. -He knew that was a story for another time. He hadn’t told his parallel self he was infact the “mother” in a sense to Evie though it made it a bit more obvious when Dawn said two dads. He looked down at his daughter and leaned over, kissing her head gently. He brushed her fine hair a bit then smiled at Dawn.- I’ll do my best. -He cleared his throat, feeling rather awkward.- Evie and I….we’ve got a very special bond that formed at conception and only grew stronger as I….-He cleared his throat again.- continued to carry her….The last thing I’d want to do is break that connection she has with me and safety she has knowing I’m around. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I come back alive.
-He added that in, to try to explain why Evie had two dads while sticking to the subject of the trap the interfector placed his parallel self and him in.- You keep a good eye on the tracking device and if things go horribly wrong well, I’m sure The Doctor already explained. -He looked over at him.- I’m ready when you are, mate.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow in confusion, not exactly sure what his parallel self had meant, “Two dads? A bond that formed at conception?? I’m sorry, but wha-” he stopped himself, “you know what? Sorry.. Actually, this is probably something we should discuss afterwards. I have a feeling it’s going to take a while,” he nodded, still terribly confounded.
“Oh, and I’m ready to get this show on the road. Have you already moved us to the designated coordinates?” he asked him.
Yes…long and awkward discussion later….Right now Reinette and Michelle should be our focus.-He turned to the console.- Yeah, we’re here. Your old girl gave me a tiny bit of a hiccup flying her. I think she was confused. Same DNA on her briode nebuliser. but I didn’t fly her the same as you. -He grabbed his coat off the jumpseat and put it on.-
“Oh! Right.. sorry about that! I suppose as long as we’ve made it, that’s all that matters!” he opened the door and looked around, there was nothing in sight but trees and a road in the distance.
He turned back to face them, “And it seems like we’re good. He wanted us there at 10 AM, yeah? Looks like it’s still early morning. Probably about 8 or 9, so we’ve got time… No Interfector in sight, but we’re in for a bit of walking, Doctor, I hope you don’t mind.”
-The Doctor walked towards the door after his parallel self and peered out from the doorframe, looking around. He was half expecting the interfector to come out somewhere or something to happen. However, it seemed as though they were far enough away that it was safe for now.-
Yeah, it was 10am. -He stepped out completely and adjusted his coat.- Well, I know I’m quite a bit older than you but I’m not that old. I think I can manage. -He gave his parallel self a warm smile to try to ease the tension. He was starting to wonder if this was a good idea but then he thought of the girls trapped for longer and he knew this was their only option.- We better get a move on. I don’t want to find out how he’ll react if we’re late.
The Doctor nodded in agreement, “Right… We’ll see you later then, Dawn.. remember what I said,” he said, glancing at her before stepping outside completely. He hated this. He hated knowing they were marching right into a trap with nothing they could do to outsmart him.
He had worked on getting the device to pick up on the signal quicker, but he wasn’t sure by how much it had improved, if at all. He guessed it cut the waiting time down a few minutes; he just hoped that would be good enough. It would have been flawless if not for all the precautions the Interfector had set in place..
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he turned and began to walk at a slow pace, allowing time for the Doctor to catch up to him.
-The Doctor waved at Dawn before he caught up with his parallel self. He knew it was a trap but he was hoping somehow they could get an upper hand on the interfector. Two great minds connected was better than one. Who better to outsmart someone than yourself? They were both the interefector in a way after all.- You know…since we have to walk a bit, I could explain Evie. -He didn’t like silence. Especially when he mind was reeling like it was. He needed some sort of distraction, even if it was awkward. He walked a bit in front of his parallel self and turned to look at him.-
Just after I stopped my regeneration I landed in a little Scottish girl’s garden. My old girl took on some damage so her engines started phasing. I hopped in her to just to fix the problem and I ended up smack in this universe; the multiverse. I don’t even know how I did. Anyway, only 10 hours after arriving here, I encountered these strange and very powerful creatures with grey faces. They altered my anatomy and impregnated me. You can imagine my shock…-He turned around so he wasn’t walking backwards anymore.- I debated removing the….abomination at the time. Do you blame me? It was beyond my comprehension of science and it almost felt like someone stuck a parasite inside of me. I was just about to when the most unlikely person in the universe convinced me not to. It was the Master. He told me that this was a gift, not a curse. He said our race has dealt with enough genocide, murder, and destruction. I shouldn’t murder an innocent gallifreyan just because I didn’t understand its existence. He said I need to embrace my new evolved body and stop being so close minded. If the master was telling me this I needed to start seriously thinking about how I thought about this whole matter. I didn’t remove the baby. I ended up naming him Jelpax after our academy mate. He’s 16 now. He’s so brilliant. He’s more clever than me. He’s going to do things I couldn’t even imagine doing and I almost killed him before he got a chance to live. -He sighed.- I have both male and female anatomy now. It truly is like evolution. I evolved in a sense to help our dwindling race. Well, sort of anyway. It’s something I’ve grown used to but it’s still something that holds a lot of shame. Change tends to make people get up in arms. They become frighten of it and therefore, judge it harshly. I have taken a lot of horrible criticism because of it and because of that, it’s something I don’t outright tell people. -He paused and stopped walking, looking at his parallel self.- Evie was planned between my partner and I. We wanted a girl so we test tubed her.
“I’ll have to remember to watch out for these grey-faced creatures from now on. Blimey, I had no idea. Well.. I suppose that fact was pretty obvious..” he started, as he walked beside him at a quick pace, “I can see why you’re so hesitant to tell anyone though, people are rather quick to judge when it comes to things like this…”
The two came up to the road finally, “But I suppose that’s how we are with all aspects of our personal lives, yeah? Secretive? With most people anyway. Never know who to trust these days.. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I mean.. I know it’s probably much easier since we’re essentially the same man, but still… We are so very different too.. you and I..”
Yeah, we are private people. I’m glad I told you. I don’t want to lie to someone I consider family. -He looked at him and smiled.- That’s what I love about parallel worlds! Same people within it, different experiences. We’re ricky and mickey. -He paused and snorted.- Well, not them but you get the point. We’re the same people but with differences. -He looked around the street.- Is it me or does it seem eerily quiet for this time?
“Weell.. may not be very busy in this area. Either that or perhaps the Interfector has scared everyone off already.. but it can’t be, we’ve still got a little ways to go before we’re there..” he replied nervously, looking behind them to make sure they weren’t being followed.
Paranoia and panic were both setting in the closer they moved to their destination. His eyes scanned the surrounding areas as thoroughly as possible, hoping he’d spot where the Interfector had hidden his TARDIS. No luck thus far.
-He nodded. He was feeling paranoid himself. He was likely just making things seem worse than they were due to this paranoia. He too was looking out for the Interfector’s TARDIS. He didn’t see it either. He let out a sigh as they got closer to the destination. In some ways, he was ready for whatever the Interfector had planned but in other ways, he wasn’t remotely ready.- Honestly, I hope he cleared the area. I don’t want any lives at risk. The only ones that should be are ourselves.
-He looked towards his parallel self but said nothing.- Whatever happens, we can’t allow ourselves to be captured. If he’s trying to crack us, if he has us in a controlled and contained environment he’ll be more successful. -He tugged on his ear.- I think death would be better than a day as his prisoner…
He shook his head, “He’s not planning on capturing us. His TARDIS may be completely different, but it would be far too risky having either of us on board. We’d be able to figure things out, we’d be able to break down the one thing he has left. No. That’s not what he’s planning, because he’s too smart to ever keep us there…. I wouldn’t complain though. Not too much. At least then I’d know if they’re okay..” he trailed off as a few buildings finally came into view.
“We’re getting close now… I don’t see him, do you?? I wonder what time it is…”
No. You’re right. That’s just a bit of my own fears projecting. Long story. It has to do with a zoo and imprisonment. Story for another time. -He looked around silently and pointed towards one building in particular.- The coordinates should lead us to that building. The roof maybe? If he’s anywhere, he’s probably on he roof. We should head that way.
The Doctor nodded cautiously, glancing up at the roof, “Okay… let’s go.” he replied, stepping forward with him and heading towards the building. His thoughts were incredibly distracted at the moment. So distracted, in fact, he didn’t even bother noticing what the building was at all as he continued looking around for some sign of the TARDIS.
“Blimey, I just want this entire ordeal to be over with already…”
-The Doctor was much like his parallel self in that he was too distracted with his own thoughts to pay much attention to the building itself. He just knew the coordinates lead there.- The sooner the better. -He mumbled back and walked inside. He passed by the lift and walked to the stairs. He didn’t know what the interfector was planning. He was thinking of every possible trap and the stairs seemed like a safer option.
He walked up them silently, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He didn’t say anything until he got to the top and stood in front of the doors to the roof.- Whatever happens…we stick together. -He looked over at his parallel self and gave him a nod just to confirm to him silently that he was ready. He then opened the door and stepped through them.-
As the doors to the roof had opened, the Interfector looked to the watch on his wrist, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He looked back to the Doctors as they walked closer, his head tilting up just slightly, “Right on time. Very good. A step in the right direction.” He brought his hands behind his back, the smirk still staining his lips. “Well, then,” he began, his tone mockingly pleasant. “Tell me, how are you two doing this fine morning?”
The Doctor glared daggers at him, resisting every single urge he had to attack him with his bare hands. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his right hand instinctively closing around his sonic, “No, no, no, we’re not doing the chit-chat thing. Not today. You’ve kept us waiting long enough, Interfector. Where are they!?”
-The Doctor stood back behind his younger self. He didn’t glare at the interfector. He looked at him like someone who took pity upon another. He felt this everytime he saw the interfector because he knew he was them, only given up. Despite all that this man had done, he felt that instant reaction rather than anger.
Of course, the interfector had learned his triggers and knew how to anger him. Seeing him reminded him of the words he said when he gave Evie back. He was preparing himself for the possibility of the interfector continuing the verbal attack on him. He wouldn’t allow himself to be triggered so easily if it did come down to that. Though, he knew it would likely be only business. He knew that the interfector wouldn’t just tell them where Reinette and Michelle was. The interfector, like himself, seemed to love choices. He gave him a choice to get Evie back so it made him wonder if he would repeat himself.-
What do you want in exchange for them? What are your terms this time? -He didn’t necessarily plan to cooperate with any sort of terms but he wanted to see if the interfector had any at all.-
“My, you are both incredibly rude. Here I am, trying to hold a sliver of being civil, and you two just trample all over it.” The Interfector shook his head, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth a few times. He gave a light sigh, bringing his hands out from behind him, all previous forms of amusement gone from his features. “Very well,” he said simply, walking closer to them.
“You’re beginning to understand the way I play my game,” he said as he approached TC, reaching into his jacket and producing a small remote-like device with a single silver button on it and putting it into his hand. “Very observant of you.” He then made his way over to Tenth, offering a similar device out to him. “You’ll be needing this as well. Take it, and I shall explain.”
The Doctor tore his glare away from the Interfector slowly and looked to his parallel self before taking the device. He knew it. He knew there was going to be some sort of choice involved, and no doubt much worse than what he was forced to do last time.
Would he really able to do something so horrible again? Taking that child’s life to save Dawn had nearly destroyed him last time, but there was simply no way he’d be able to refuse whatever sick, twisted plot the Interfector had in mind if it meant saving Michelle and Reinette. Even though he promised himself it would never happen again.. he was pathetic.
“What is this? Who does it kill, hm? Because that’s the plan here, right? Force us to kill, and attempt to make us more like you? Not happening again. Not with me. You’re wasting your breath with whatever it is you have to say,” he bluffed, not sure if the look on his face was matching his words at all.
-The Doctor looked down at what the interfector handed him and ran his finger across the silver button. He knew a detonator when he saw one. This made his blood boil but he attempted not to show it. He scanned the area while his parallel self spoke. He was taking in the surroundings. He also scanned his own memory of the venture to the roof.- This is the florence nightingale museum. What does a museum have to do with any of this? Why this location? Hmm? -He moved passed them and over to the edge of the building looking around. He looked down, trying to see if there were any sort of explosives attached to the building. He didn’t see anything. He spun around and pointed at the interfector.- I know a detonator when I see one. Where are the explosives? Where?! TELL ME. -He knew told himself he wouldn’t get angry but he couldn’t help himself with this realization. Would it be in this building itself? No, that wouldn’t be wise if the interfector planned to stick around.- I’m not playing this game. It stops now.
The Interfector chuckled, turning his back to both of them and walking a little ways off. “Come on,” the Interfector said before turning back to face them, his grin full of amusement. “We always were great friends with that Sherlock fellow. You’d think his skills of deduction would have rubbed off on you a little more! Would have saved me the trouble of explaining those nasty little details.”
The Interfector paused, reaching into his jacket once more to reveal a similar detonator, except this one looked to be much bigger than the ones they held. He offered it up for a better view, “Look here. I’ve got one myself. Matching sets! Mine’s much more powerful, of course. As it should be. So go on. Look about.” He did so himself, using his free hand to point over in the direction of the St. Thomas Hospital, a little ways off, “I spy with my little eye, thousands of people - patients, surgeons, and nurses - all about to die.”
He slowly lowered his arm back to his side, his smile never wavering, “That’s right. Within that very hospital, I’ve gone about and done the very tough work of setting roughly 500 gallons worth of nitroglycerin liquid throughout every inch of the hospital. Surely I needn’t explain that liquids purpose, but keep in mind that detonation of nitroglycerin generates gases that would occupy more than 1,200 times the original volume at ordinary room temperature and pressure. Very effective. My favorite. It will take the entire hospital down, and all humans within.”
The Interfector began to pace before them, tracing his finger lightly over his own button, “You two hold coordinating detonators. Self-explanatory, you must both press them in sync to make this explosion happen. Mine, is a singular detonator, also self-explanatory. Now… You want Michelle and Reinette back? Detonate the nitroglycerin. Kill thousands. Get your beloved ladies back. Refuse? You will never see them again. Refuse and try to harm me or try anything funny?” He paused bringing up his detonator with a smug grin, “Boom. Choose.”
The Doctor turned to look in the direction the Interfector had pointed and felt the color drain from his face. His hands went ice cold and his hearing seemed to suddenly leave him. He couldn’t hear anything at all for a few seconds as the Interfector spoke. It all seemed to just fade out momentarily.
He turned to face him as it came back, just he he finished speaking, allowing him to catch the last few sentences.
“No…. Please no.. I can’t.. I can’t do this. Please,” his voice spoke in a desperate whimper, “Please, just leave them be. You can’t seriously expect us to trade thousands of lives for two people!!! You can’t.. There’s got to be another way..” he trailed off, his breathing went shallow and his entire demeanor changed. He couldn’t… he just couldn’t do this…
-As the interfector spoke, the doctor looked at the detonator. His hearts sank. He knew this day was coming. He had grown used to losing people. It went from a what if to a when. Every person around him had a ticking clock and their clocks ticked loudly in his head. It was a countdown to the day he lost them. He was mentally preparing himself for it from the moment they entered his life. It was his only coping mechanism he had now. His mind was made up the second the interfector gave the options. He wouldn’t let thousands of people die for only two people. It didn’t matter how much they meant to him. He wouldn’t allow himself to be selfish enough to choose the girls over all those other lives.-
-He slowly lowered the detonator - We ourselves give people choices but it is always a choice between two options, never any more than that. Leave or die. Sometimes, when the planets are aligned and everything is right in the universe, they leave and we leave. But most of the time…-He paused and swallowed hard.-Why would the interfector be any different, Doctor? -He sighed deeply and looked down at the detonator in his hands. He just held it in the centre of the palm of his hand. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t. The thoughts of what the interfector said to him flashed in his mind. Reinette wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for him. If she dies today, it will be his fault.- Two lives or thousands? The answer is….is simple…
The Interfector looked back over to the hospital, “The answer is something you will both have to come to an agreement on. Unless one of you takes it upon himself to take both detonators to himself. That’s business between you two.”
He glanced to the side at them, the corner of his mouth tugging up, “Don’t you see why I’m doing this? I’m showing you that you care too much. You put so much worth on these two people, and I’m merely proving the burden that can cause. And this is what it reduces you to. Begging and fear. So do tell.” He turned his head to look at them both once more, “What will it be. Do not waste my time debating this much longer.”
The Doctor looked down to the ground in despair, instantly accessing the mind link he shared with his parallel self, ‘Just keep playing along with it, Doctor. The longer we distract him, the easier it’s going to be to get that lock on his TARDIS. We can still save them, and refuse this. Do you understand? It’s not over!’
However, one part was still futile no matter which way he looked at it. He knew even if they refused, the Interfector wouldn’t hesitate to kill all those people himself.. There had to be a way… a way to save everyone… but how!?
“Isn’t your entire point worthless when you’re the one forcing it on us!? None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you! Why can’t you understand that every person that’s ever traveled with us made us better!? In one way or another! Not worse!! Not ever! Why can’t you see that? You focus on the loss, but what about everything else?!”
-The Doctor looked down at the detonator given to him instead of at his parallel self- ‘I really hope you have a plan on how we’re supposed to get back to your TARDIS when the tracker does go off.’ -He finally looked at his parallel self.- Have we not gotten into these situations before? Twice with Rose Tyler. They may have made us better but what did we do to them? Hmm? I can tell you exactly what we did. We made them into weapons, we murdered them, and we destroyed their lives. Just so we could benefit from them? It’s selfish!
“At least one of you is starting to get it,” he said pointedly, looking over to TC with a fading smirk. “All they do is trample all over us. That’s all they’ve ever done. And what did we always do? We always gave back no matter what, even in the end when we came out with nothing. Nothing! When we deserve so much, we always end up with absolutely nothing!!”
The Interfector could feel his anger rising at the subject as he looked to the Tenth, “You’re lucky I’m the one showing this to you. I had to learn all my own, after so many more years of torture, anguish, and hardship, I had to learn!! The hard way!! And here I am, trying to show you the easy way out, without having to go through everything!!”
He paused, taking a deep breath and calming himself, his features returning to its former hardness. “Choose. Stop wasting unnecessary time. You will make a choice!”
He swallowed thickly, still holding out for a vibration to come from his phone, ‘Come on…. we’ve already been gone close to forty minutes!! What is taking so long!?’ he thought to himself, wondering if the device had been damaged when his parallel self kicked it, ‘please just work….. you’re their last hope..’
Finally, he turned to look at TC, ignoring the Interfector’s comments for the moment, “I can’t believe you’re talking like this now. NOW!! Of all times! I need you on my side most, and you’re agreeing with him!? What the hell is wrong with you!? Does this look like a bloody joke!? Because that’s what it’s starting to sound like!” he shouted angrily, “If you took Rose, Martha, Jack, Donna Noble before she forgot everything; if you took every single one of them aside and asked them if they’d have preferred to never meet the Doctor at all, do you know what they’d say!? Because I know you do!”
It doesn’t matter what they said! They don’t get it! They want adventure because it’s fun. Let’s run off and have adventures. Forget the fact our lives will be destroyed!
They don’t understand the destruction. Well, Martha does. Oh, she most certainly does. She knows who we are. She’s doesn’t have on those ridiculous rose coloured glasses on. She knows we’re like fire. How many more lives do you plan to destroy and murder before you get it through your thick skull that you’re the problem? So, yes, maybe I am agreeing with the interfector but I know I’m no good for anyone. I’d rather be alone where I know everyone is safe. Reinette and Michelle walked right into the interfector’s arms because of us and I’m shocked you have just casually forgotten that. They wanted to play hero and save us. Oh, that reminds me of a companion you have yet to have, Doctor but I have. His name was Rory Williams and he defined us perfectly. Do you want to know what he said? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. He told me that It’s not that we make people take risks, it’s that we make them want to impress us. We make it so they don’t want to let us down. We have no idea how dangerous we make people to themselves when we’re around. But do you know what? I do now. I know exactly what we are. You need to as well and stop being selfish! -A part of him was just bantering on to wake his younger self up but another part of him was just talking so that the tracker would finally go off. He could spend a long time on this subject after all since it was plaguing him the most.-
The Interfector, for once, was content to remain quiet with a smug look. The banter between these two were peaking into entertaining levels. One Doctor that was starting to understand and another that was much too naive and in denial to ever accept it. TC was right, every little bit of it. He loved how he’d pushed TC into this realization so easily. He supposed his older age certainly had something to do with it, but it was still so very satisfying to watch. He could spare them a little more time to decide.
Michelle stretched as she stood from her usual spot on the bed. It’d been nearly twelve days now, and still no sign of either Doctor. Maybe it was too late… maybe they’d given up on them.. if the vision the Interfector had shown her had been any indication of the Doctor’s loyalty, there was no hope anyway…
Although, she still wasn’t certain if the vision had been true or not, it just kept seeming more and more likely that it had been. Still, she didn’t want to remain on this ship longer than she had to. With or without the Doctor. That was just a fact.
Stepping towards the door, she checked to see if it was open. It was, but that wasn’t really a shock. The Interfector sometimes left the door open for them to venture to different parts of the TARDIS, “Reinette.. I’m gonna go out to the pool.. I guess I’ll… I guess I’ll see ya a bit later, yea?” she asked her friend. The two hardly spoke anymore, so she wasn’t even sure if she’d get a response.
The pain had come early in the morning, unexpectedly and unwanted. After five children, labor pains were easy to recognize and suffer through without comment, if only for the beginning stages. As time would go on and everything advanced, preparing for delivery, masking her discomfort would become more difficult. What would she do when the child did come? The Interfector wouldn’t want an infant crying on the ship, disturbing him. For the first time, she looked down at her belly and realize the trouble that could arise with Jean’s presence. The beatings could return more frequently, the pain and fear would be raised. This was no place for a child, even in her state, she recognized that.
Reinette kept her face as impassive as possible, pretending to sleep at the Interfector’s side. After a few hours, he had brought her back to the room she shared with Michelle. There had been some reason he was leaving, she hadn’t heard his words or comments. For now, she was grateful to be alone as her mind raced to think of a way to deliver the child and remove him from the ship.
The pain started to mount within her, making it more difficult to keep her face calm. Reinette had turned towards the corner, her usual spot, a place of comfort and safety to her.
She had been focusing on her breathing when Michelle had announced her intentions. Something in the comment made her pause, reflecting carefully on what her friend had said. “You wish to swim now?” Reinette asked, furrowing her brow. “Wouldn’t it be better to wait here as he told us?”
Michelle shrugged, not really thinking much about it, “Probably. I’m just not feelin’ so well… This room is a little stuffy. I need some air outside of it,” she answered truthfully.
The room really had made her sick from time to time, and sometimes she just needed to get away from it. Places like the library and the pool didn’t include the same horrible memories that room had. Sitting around for days on end with no one but the Interfector there to keep them company was beginning to drive her more than a bit mad.
“I won’t be gone long, I promise.. just twenty minutes or so…” she finished quietly, “By the way… Are ya ok? Ya seem… unwell.”
Reinette braced the wall as she got to her feet. “I will come with you,” she said softly, her back aching with pain. It would be easier to manage if she could walk about for a bit, anything to keep her mind from the long wait ahead.
She shrugged her shoulders, “I am fine. Please don’t concern yourself.” The simple statement holding the deeper meaning behind the words. She had no desire for Michelle to fall into trouble if the Interfector should become angry at Reinette for this. Already the child was risking both of their safety. Somehow it needed to be removed from the ship.
“We could walk together?” She offered, suddenly desiring her friend’s company.
“Oh… sure, ok,” she replied with a nod, not expecting her reply at all.
Michelle stepped out into the corridor and waited for her friend to join her. She yawned and glanced down the dark halls, wondering where the Interfector had been. She didn’t think leaving the room now would get them in too much trouble anyhow. Why would he have left the door unlocked otherwise?
The answer to that was simple: He wouldn’t have. So he had to be lurking about somewhere, but still… it did seem a little bit strange considering that he specifically said to stay put.
Why would he say that at all and then leave the door unlocked? It didn’t make any sense to her, but then again, she was tired as all hell and was probably over-analyzing things again. She sometimes did this when suffering from lack of sleep.
She moved to join Michelle, slightly surprised that the Interfector would have left the door unlocked. It seemed strange when he had been so careful with them, even going to great lengths to remind them of his ever present love and desire to protect them. Why would he have left the door unlocked? It was so strange, so out of character.
Reinette stopped in her tracks. Unless this was a test of some sort? Her breath came sharply. He had distinctly told them to stay in the room. Why would he leave the door unlocked unless he trusted them not to disobey him? There had been no need to punish them of late, beyond a small quantity, his intense beatings ceasing altogether. They had stopped causing trouble, stopped disobeying him. Of course he would leave the door open. He expected them to repay his trust and generosity.
She backed away from the open door, as though teeth had emerged and threatened to devour her. Even in pain and discomfort, she couldn’t bring herself to disobey him. Her breath came rapidly, her body hyperventilating in terror of angering him, of disobeying him.
“I can’t,” she whispered, feeling close to tears as she sank to the ground, pressing closer into the corner, wishing she could disappear. Certain she looked the coward in Michelle’s eyes, Reinette said softly, “I can’t risk his anger…” her body trembling, “the baby.”
She looked at Reinette in concern and then sighed a little, “Reinette, it’s not goin’ to kill you to come out and walk a bit. He… he wouldn’t have left the door open if-” she stopped suddenly, recalling previous occurrences with her when dealing with the Interfector.
Reinette did everything possible to please him. Her paranoia when it came to his actions were beyond anything she’d ever witnessed before. Hell, they were even worse than some of Michelle’s own paranoias dating back to before she met the Doctor. And she knew all too well what those deep paranoias were like.. No… there was no convincing her.
“Never mind.. I understand, Reinette…. just rest then… until I get back, yea?”
Reinette looked up at Michelle in a mixture of relief and sorrow. How vastly different she was to the woman who faced down the Clockwork Creatures. Where had that strength and courage gone? Evaporated now like a fine mist on an early winter morning. Shame ran deep within her, yet she could not break free fully from the Interfector. The torture, the rape, the mutilations, they had played a part in conditioning her. Now there was no choice but to accept the coward that she was and the price she had to pay to survive.
“Be careful,” Reinette said softly, curling into herself against the corner.
Michelle nodded reluctantly and let the door close behind her as she stepped back into the hall. She moved forward quickly, her mind’s thoughts not having a single bit of order to them. She wasn’t even sure if the pool was where she wanted to be. All she needed was some time away from that cursed room.
That dark and depressing room that made every day feel like an eternity. She hated it, and she wanted to change the situation. For days now, she’d been searching for a way out of the TARDIS in secret, but had come up with nothing every single time. Sure, she gathered a ton of information about the differences between this TARDIS and the Doctor’s, but none of it mattered when the Interfector kept her under such close watch. She couldn’t really ever get away do to anything.
And even if she could, would she? She was terrified of being found out… but if the Doctor wasn’t going to ever show… the only person she could count on was herself.. Maybe she needed to stop waiting and take matters into her own hands. Even if that meant it would end up costing her life.
Because what was life if it was spent here? She wasn’t even sure how long that would be. Part Time Lord. How long did they even live? How long did regular Time Lords live? Hundreds of years? Thousands? Yea…. not happening. Death would be better in her opinion than staying here even a fraction of that time.
Michelle stopped suddenly as she was pulled from her thoughts. The control room? She… was in the control room? But how? She was heading to the pool. At least, she thought she was.
She remembered the Interfector explaining how his TARDIS would help anyone find what room they were looking for. It worked that way through a sort of psychic connection if she remembered correctly, but… she wasn’t even thinking about the control room, so how did she end up there?
‘Meh… whatever. I’ll just have to..’ her thoughts trailed to a halt as she spotted the Interfector’s huon particle ring on the console. She stared at it for several moments and quickly looked around. Why? Why would he leave his ring here!? Ok. Now she knew for certain something was up. The door, and now this!? Was this a trap of some kind!?
She remembered very clearly what this ring did. He was able to call the TARDIS right to him. Why would he just leave it here? Was he even here at the moment? There was no way of knowing.
Nervously, she stepped forward towards the console, picking the ring up quickly and examining it. Yes… there was no doubt in her mind. This was the huon particle ring. Without even thinking about it, she placed it quickly into her pocket. Oh God… what was she thinking!? If he caught her taking such a precious possession- No, it’s not like he’d know she had it. Though… it wouldn’t really help her at all in the end, would it? What would she even do with it? Destroy it? He was probably capable of making another…
She sighed to herself and glanced around the room again, noting his jacket that had been tossed carelessly into one of the seats. She swallowed hard and looked around the room again before approaching it cautiously.
She watched as the door shut, closing her eyes against the feeling of cowardice in betrayal swimming within her. It was wrong for her not to have followed Michelle, to not have stretched her legs and walked. To even move though, it was too much for Reinette to contemplate. Her body was frozen, curled against the corner as she trembled in the cold. If he returned and found her walking about, he could do far worse to hear than giving birth to a child.
It was the right move in the end, in Reinette’s eyes. If only to keep trouble away.
Michelle picked up his coat frantically, hoping she’d be lucky enough to stumble upon something that would be able to help. A cell phone maybe? Hell, the Interfector had confiscated enough of them for her to know it wasn’t a completely hopeless idea.
Shaking, she searched the left and right pockets as quickly as she could, disappointed to find nothing inside either of them. No cell after all.. Of course not.. She felt her hearts sink with disappointment and frustration.
Her thoughts trailed back to the ring in her pocket. Maybe she should put it back… there was really no point at all in taking it now. She didn’t know what she was thinking.. All it would accomplish would be getting Reinette and herself in trouble later on. There was really no one else around to blame for its disappearance, was there?
She moved to turn back towards the console to return the ring, stopping suddenly as a golden gleam from the seat caught her eye. A truly magnificent sight. Her sonic screwdriver. She stared at it in disbelief before moving forward to pick it up. It must have fallen from the Interfector’s jacket onto the seat!
Michelle dropped his coat to the floor carelessly, giving her full attention to the golden device in her hands. This had been the last physical reminder of the Doctor she had left before the Interfector had ripped it away from her. Just holding it again filled her with hope, and it made her feel closer to him again somehow.
And then she remembered why. Why he’d made it for her in the first place. He’d spent a good amount of time crafting this sonic for her so that she’d be able to protect herself.
The visions the Interfector had shown her of a man just leaving her to die by the hands of a group of thugs… how could that vision be true? The Doctor she knew wanted her to be protected, and this was a clear reminder of that. It was a reminder that he never would have given up on her when she was in this much danger, and that went for Reinette as well.
This was a clear sign from somewhere. This was a sign to do something. To act. Day after day she’d gathered information silently, not acting against this TARDIS. ‘This is the moment to strike,’ she decided.
Even if it ended up getting her killed, she would completely destroy this ship’s defenses. This may be her only opportunity, and she wasn’t going to waste it. Michelle also knew the laser settings would be able to completely destroy his precious huon particle ring, so she would keep it for now as insurance when she was found out.
She knew she would be. Even if he wasn’t currently in the TARDIS, he would know when the damage was done, but that was ok. This is what she came here to do in the first place.
Smirking to herself, her grip tightened around her sonic as she stepped back towards the console itself. Just how hard would it be to get into these systems? Too hard, she guessed. She probably wouldn’t be able to anything from here. She knew the main controls could only be accessed through the Interfector’s or the Doctor’s DNA.
But… what was this? Her eyes stared at the screen before her. She’d gotten into the system!? How!? She paused for a moment in thought. Maybe he’d changed the settings or… no. That hadn’t made any sense. He wouldn’t change the settings.
Then again, she never thought he’d leave behind his huon particle ring either. Just what the hell was going on today?
And then she made a sudden realization. Back when she’d first met the Doctor, her body had absorbed his regeneration energy. Is that why she was able to access these controls?
She kicked herself mentally, ‘Ok, stop hesitatin’ and get to bloody work. Ya can think about all this later! ….Hopefully.’ she thought to herself quickly, as she began her work on damaging the TARDIS. She had no idea how much time she’d have. She needed to work fast.
Dawn was beginning to get worried. It felt like it had been days since both the Doctors left to meet up with the Interfector. She knew it hadn’t been nearly as long, but… Each minute felt like an hour. Evie continued to sleep peacefully within her arms, which helped a bit. Her steady breathing kept her sane, at the very least. She would have been pacing about if not for Evie. Just sitting here, holding Evie while sitting in the jump seat of the TARDIS, watching the device for any locking on… It was beginning to eat away at her. How would she even know if things were going well? Could the Doctor even be able to send her a warning signal that things had gone wrong? What if they were already going wrong? What if they were being tortured? Hurt? It made her go sick with worry, all these questions in her mind.
Dawn took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind for the umpteenth time. It felt like this waiting would never end. But it had to, right? Of course it did. Almost as if it were in answer to her unspoken question, the device began beeping erratically, lighting up in several different ways. She couldn’t understand what exactly it was doing, but it had to be good. It was responding! It had to be locking on then! As quickly as she could, she reached into her pocket with one hand, bringing out her phone and opening it. She found the Doctor’s number, punched in a text, and sent it to him quicker than she’d ever sent anything in her life. She couldn’t help but smile as the text went out, her eyes moving back up to the device that danced with life.
“This is good, Evie. This is really good,” she spoke quietly to Evie, placing a small kiss on the top of the infant’s head with a smile.