ten_fwd | I stole a Time Lord and I ran away (Ten Forward

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.]

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"Thank you. He puts so much faith in everyone else. He sometimes forgets himself."

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."

"I understand how that can be." Maybe not on the cosmic scale on which the Doctor worked, but again, in his own little way, as demonstrated by the people around him.

"Oh? Why is that? And are you expecting more?"

She chuckles softly. "Something like this going on? The Doctor can't stay away. It wouldn't surprise me if all the hims showed up."

It was funny, how one answer seemed to lead to more questions, and some questions were sidestepped.

"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?"

"I cannot say for certain. But, I would suspect a combination of both. The Doctor makes ripples and sometimes tidal waves. He doesn't go entirely unnoticed."

Kitt's questions are more complex than he realises, but she does what she can to answer them.

"No, I suppose not." Kitt stops and thinks for a long minute on what she's said; even for his processor, some concepts are difficult to fully grasp.

"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.

"I do not know. All I can say is that the ending of the Time War was not only a Fixed Point in time, but it was also Time Locked, and the Doctor managed to find a way to change the ending and save his people. Q might know this which is why the mes in the boxy form are inaccessible."

But her tone suggests, there might be other ways. Between the Doctors and herself, they might be able to find a solution.

"The Doctor is absolutely amazing. Perhaps one of the most amazing people I've ever met. If what you're saying is true, about why the boxes are inaccessible, could it be that Q is perhaps... afraid of the Doctor?" Kitt would not discount this idea, not in the slightest.

And if anyone could find a solution, he trusted that it would be them. All of them. Together.

"I would be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind. There are plenty of creatures who are afraid of the Doctor."

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."

That thought struck Kitt suddenly, like a electrical jolt. It was a reminder that behind the Doctor's friendly openness, there was a formidable foe that would be unleashed if given reason. Kitt shivered a little, wondering what it would be like to make an enemy of the Doctor. He didn't want to know. He could only imagine the faces of the Doctors he knew changing, becoming hard. It was all too easy, unfortunately.

"I don't doubt it."

She had, in the space of one sentence, given him a lifetime's worth of questions to think about.

She sees the shift in Kitt's demeanor. She smiles softly and takes pity on him.

"It is difficult to get on his bad side. You have to work at it. If you play the role of the monster, then he will play his role as the man who stops the monsters."

She shrugs.

"He doesn't like to play that role, but he always will do what is needed."

"I was only ever a monster when someone hacked into me and reprogrammed me." Those few times hadn't been his fault, surely?

But he's still staring at Cridhe, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"It didn't seem like the man - men - I know. I can see it within them, now that you mention it, but it doesn't seem to suit."

She nods slowly.

"You are not the first to be confused by the Doctor. During The War, there was a saying about him: 'The first thing you notice about the Doctor of War is that he is unarmed. For many it is also the last.'"

She shrugs.

"Though, I suppose the same can be said of me."

"That must be why there are so many faces on him. He's too big to be contained in one body."

He was thinking carefully over everything she said, his processor working overtime, trying to come to some sort of terms with the conflicting information he was receiving.

"Oh?" Now he looked surprised. He hadn't thought of Cridhe - the TARDIS - as much more than an ancient, sentient storage container for the knowledge she and the Doctor had assimilated throughout the centuries of their time together.

Don't worry, Kitt, everyone seems to do that with her.

"He has so many bodies because he is careless and dies often."

She might sound the slightest bit bitter about that. But it's more that she worries about him.

She tosses him a look at his surprised reply to her comment about herself.

"I have just as much blood on my hands as the Doctor does."

In some ways, more. The Doctor doesn't know as much about her history as he thinks she does.

"How many different faces can he have?" It occurred to him that he didn't know the lifespan of the man he'd grown to think of as a friend, but he'd seen at least three faces on the Doctor in his time here. Cridhe's worry was probably well-founded.

He crinkled up his face, looking confused. How could she have blood on her hands? What could she have done?

"I'm afraid I don't understand how that's possible."

She considers how to answer his first question.

"Typically, a Time Lord can have thirteen faces. But... a thing happened.... And we do not rightly know how many he can have."

It could be infinite. He might outlive her. She wouldn't wish that upon him, though. Her voice goes soft at his last observation.

"Most people don't. Even the Doctor forgets the parts I've played in the blood he has on his hands..."

I stole a Time Lord and I ran away (Ten Forward - OTA)

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