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I stole a Time Lord and I ran away (Ten Forward - OTA)
Jack had finally convinced the Doctor that they needed as much rest as she did. So they had left her alone in the room she was supposed to be sleeping in. The Doctor had given her the ring of his first wife. For a man who has tried to forget so much of Gallifrey, he really was a sentimental idiot. It was a black ring with silver Gallifreyan script written on it. The ring held a special power, he had said. It was something to keep her safe. But she had not been able to remove it. That was all right, she supposed. She trusted him, so if this was for her good, she would wear it. It was slightly too big to wear on her right ring finger, so she wore it on the middle finger of that hand instead.
She had accomplished so much - over a thousand years of running the calculations - and she was once again in flesh form. This time she was much more stable than she had been when the House had forced her into Idris' body. And she intended to remain this way as long as possible. It was with that thought she fell asleep.
She wakes with a gasp. When she looks around, she realises she is no longer in the bedroom Jack had provided for her. In fact, she can tell this place was in motion. It only takes her one look out the window to realise... she has no idea where she is. That is terrifying for her. She is used to being able to control the whole of Time and Space. And she can't tell much of anything. It's almost like this isn't her universe, but how is that even possible? Maybe this is just a nightmare. Jack and the Doctor had both mentioned they were fairly common. All she needs to do is wake herself up. She closes her eyes and then opens them again. "It is not working!"
Her voice has a melodic quality to it. Almost as if she were singing, if she were speaking another language. Now, she was starting to panic properly. She cries out, "Doctor? Jack?"
She looks around again. The place where she is looks like a place for socialising, only there are very few people around. She closes her eyes again, trying to calm herself. She can tell it is the period for a majority of humans to be sleeping. Well that explains the lack of others. She needed to find the Doctor and Jack. If she was here, perhaps they were as well. If she could not understand, perhaps it was something specific to flesh that they could explain to her.
To anyone who is around she will ask: "Excuse me, have you seen the Doctor or Jack?"
[ooc: I'm happy to backtag to this until I can post to the sickbay entry. I have something entirely different planned for that.]
She had accomplished so much - over a thousand years of running the calculations - and she was once again in flesh form. This time she was much more stable than she had been when the House had forced her into Idris' body. And she intended to remain this way as long as possible. It was with that thought she fell asleep.
She wakes with a gasp. When she looks around, she realises she is no longer in the bedroom Jack had provided for her. In fact, she can tell this place was in motion. It only takes her one look out the window to realise... she has no idea where she is. That is terrifying for her. She is used to being able to control the whole of Time and Space. And she can't tell much of anything. It's almost like this isn't her universe, but how is that even possible? Maybe this is just a nightmare. Jack and the Doctor had both mentioned they were fairly common. All she needs to do is wake herself up. She closes her eyes and then opens them again. "It is not working!"
Her voice has a melodic quality to it. Almost as if she were singing, if she were speaking another language. Now, she was starting to panic properly. She cries out, "Doctor? Jack?"
She looks around again. The place where she is looks like a place for socialising, only there are very few people around. She closes her eyes again, trying to calm herself. She can tell it is the period for a majority of humans to be sleeping. Well that explains the lack of others. She needed to find the Doctor and Jack. If she was here, perhaps they were as well. If she could not understand, perhaps it was something specific to flesh that they could explain to her.
To anyone who is around she will ask: "Excuse me, have you seen the Doctor or Jack?"
[ooc: I'm happy to backtag to this until I can post to the sickbay entry. I have something entirely different planned for that.]
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She shrugs.
"He sometimes is overprotective when he doesn't understand something. But, I don't think he ever thought I'd end up here. I'm as stuck as my earlier selves."
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Kitt understands his feelings of protectiveness towards her, but surely she knew her capabilities and limits better than the Doctor?
"That I do understand, of course. But I believe you are the best judge of your abilities, Cridhe."
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He's just not great at dealing with species more advanced than himself.
"Thank you, Kitt. I do believe we can be the best judge of our abilities. However we are sometimes blind to the abilities of others."
Meaning if others were to discover she was a TARDIS, it could be quite dangerous for everyone.
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A small joke, though it was interesting to think of species more advanced than the Doctor, though he supposed this 'Q' might very well apply. That, of course, made him start to wonder if the Doctor had any theories on the Q - but that was a question for another time.
"Ah. That point is very true. I suppose I'm guilty of that as well, as regards my own driver. I do tend to be overprotective when I know full well he's capable of taking care of himself."
His next question? Dangerous for whom? Those on this ship?
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She's trying for tactful. After all, pretty much everyone is beneath her. Even the Doctor. She grins at his analogy.
"Ah! Then you do understand! It is like that between myself and my pilot."
Husband and wife to the end. Even if neither admits it.
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"I'm pleased to know that you consider me nearly sentient. And that I qualify for my own species. I feel both flattered and honored." He's communicated enough with the boxy TARDIS to know that she is aeons beyond anything he can imagine being capable of. She isn't just part of the universe; in many ways, she is the whole of it.
"It makes more sense now, yes. I'm not quite sure the understanding is completely in place yet." But he smiles anyway, because it's something he can sense just from speaking to her, that curious and complex relationship she has with her Doctors.
But there is a question he needs to ask of her.
"Do you remember me, when we were in the cargo bay together, box and car?"
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"Time travel can be a curious thing. Even for me. When an event like this happens and then things are set right again, typically only those at the centre of the storm remember."
It had been that way at the end of the Year That Wasn't, when she and the Doctor rebooted the universe, and when the Doctor had changed how he ended the Time War. They were at the heart of those events, so they remember both time lines.
Bleah, I've had strep. Sorry!
Fortunately for Kitt, he had only one time line to keep track of.
No worries! :)
"Cridhe. And the pleasure is mine."
She takes a look around them again.
"If you had to tell someone one thing about this place, just one. What would you tell them?"
It's a bit early to do the 'one-word test' that Vastra sometimes uses, but this is a good start.
:D
"Somehow, I don't think so." He smiled charmingly at her before releasing her hand.
"The Doctor is here." That was an easy enough answer, one he didn't even have to think twice about.
The one-word test. For someone who liked to talk as much as Kitt did, that might be a difficult thing.
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Mostly because after so many years together, she's run out of ideas for how to help the Doctor. Maybe Kitt will give her some new ones.
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It was an impassioned speech for an AI.
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"You must never tell him that so plainly. It is unlikely that he would believe it. But show it to him, remind him of it. Because you are right, we all need the reminder of hope."
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He gazed at her solemnly, his voice turning wistful. "I will do what I can, Cridhe. In my own way, I care for him too."
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Okay, he usually forgets himself, but she tries to be optimistic.
"He will get us out of this. But we might have to wait until enough hims have shown up."
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"Oh? Why is that? And are you expecting more?"
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"Are you saying he's showing up here deliberately? Or that Q is determined to find him across all of space-time? And then what, if he does?"
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Kitt's questions are more complex than he realises, but she does what she can to answer them.
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"Q can pluck the Doctor from his timelines, keep him captive here... but you seem to imply that, together, the Doctors may be able to find a way to put an end to Q's shenanigans. Surely Q himself must realize that also, so. Could it be that he will relish the challenge?"
It's a question he doesn't really expect Cridhe to answer, but it's one that will worry at him now.
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But her tone suggests, there might be other ways. Between the Doctors and herself, they might be able to find a solution.
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And if anyone could find a solution, he trusted that it would be them. All of them. Together.
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She sounds far too casual, given the seriousness of the state,net she just uttered.
"The are creatures on other planes of existence who are now cautious of him."
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