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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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Cridhe looks over to the woman and she offers a great smile. And because Amy called her over, she thinks Amy recognises her. "Orangey one!"
Well, sorry, Rory will always be the 'pretty one.'
"I never thought I would see you again! If you are here and I am here, the Doctor must be close, yes?"
Please let him be close. She is feeling much more vulnerable and lost that she is letting on.
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"Orangey one?" she parrots, not sure if she should be offended.
If anything she's a brilliant copper, thank you.
"Who are you?" she asks, not one to dance around a thing; "And how do you know the Doctor?"
So she's supposed to know her from somewhere, aye? The odd part is, she almost thinks she does. She just can't put her finger on it.
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It was a fantastic question.
"I suppose that entirely depends on when from your timeline you arrived here. What was the last adventure you had with the Doctor?"
Because that will completely colour how she answers the question.
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Okay, so this is turning out to be a little less adventure than usual. She frowns.
"The Doctor had got a distress call. He thought it was from a Time Lord, but instead we ended up on a giant rubbish heap on this asteroid outside the universe, where..." she begins.
And then she pauses.
"Where the TARDIS matrix disappeared," she continues, slowly.
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"Well, that is rather convenient. I have spent over a thousand years thinking about what the House did to me."
She comes a little closer.
"At the end of it, you asked my Pilot if he had wished really hard. This time, I was the one who 'wished really hard'."
She offers a little smile. Well, not exactly true. It took her over a thousand years to figure out how to do what the House had done, only without killing herself.
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Amy Pond-Williams: speechless. Somebody alert the authorities.
"You can't be," she gasps, shock wearing off into a half-delighted, half-nervous little laugh; "you look different than you did then!"
She gives the TARDIS a once-over, and then suddenly the colour drains from her face.
"You and the Doctor aren't...?" she asks, resorting to hand gestures to ask the question she really doesn't want to ask.
"You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."
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"I am. I look different because I created myself. The other body was weak because it was an unwilling vessel. House killed the woman to make space for me."
She has no idea what Amy is referring to. "The shock is to be expected. Even my Pilot was unsure how to respond to my presence. Though, perhaps that was because he witnessed my birth."
Because she doesn't know how else to put it.
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If she thinks she's seen shock, she hasn't seen anything yet. Amy's just trying to get her head around it.
... Until she snorts a childish laugh.
"Pilot," she parrots, as if that's the raunchiest thing in the world; "wait ... he what?"
Oh, this is going to be a story.
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She looks a little wistful. "At least something good came from the attack from The House."
She frowns a bit at Amy's laugh. "He is my Pilot. I am his TARDIS. Though, for colloquial reasons, we have chosen to call me 'Cridhe'. He witnessed my birth. I created myself, but all flesh needs to be born."
Yes, it's quite a story.
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Admitting she doesn't know all the ins and outs of how a TARDIS is both a ship and a species is a hard-won respect Cridhe has drilled into her. They didn't always get along, and Amy's not sure whether she could lock her out of the Enterprise if she took the notion.
It's best not to risk it.
"So you can be flesh an' bone, and the — well, the big blue box part won't suffer anything?" she presses.
And because she has to ask:
"How exactly were you born?"
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She shrugs. "The mechanics still work to an extent. My Doctor put them into a deep recharge cycle before we left it. I was in Hampstead Heath. It seemed safe enough..."
Well, until she ended up here. She offers a small smile at the last question.
"Do you remember meeting The Flesh? Perhaps not. You were not really with us at that point... The Flesh was programmable living matter. They travelled within me. The Flesh version of you had travelled within me. The Doctor spent a long time scanning it. And just as I had learned from House, I learned from that. I spent over a thousand years compiling the data. And once I knew how both House's method and the Flesh worked, it was fairly simple to... well... generate, this."
Being born, is the same thing.
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No matter, Cridhe has filled Amy's head with enough other thoughts that her large eyes grow even wider, then pinch up in a frown, and go altogether closed. She holds her head like the room is spinning.
Mentioning her Doctor and an adventure Amy doesn't remember just reminds her of what she said before, about it being a thousand years since the House.
"The Flesh version of me — oh, I definitely need a drink now," she mutters, shaking her head; "you're from my future. You know everything, don't you?"
She wonders ...
Could she know how they get out of this place?
Or is she from another Future, far away from Amy's?
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"I am connected to the whole of time and space. I am your past, present and future."
Though, she has some control over 'spoilers' this go around. Being yanked from her home and forced into an unwilling human body was shocking to say the least. She's much more stable.
But she shudders as she closes her eyes.
"Except for here. This universe is foreign to me. I cannot feel or see any timelines here. Everything is just 'the present.'"
How terrifying. How would she protect the Doctors or his companions if she doesn't know everything?
"Now, perhaps I could use 'a drink'."
Not really, it's just a euphemism, right?
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"It really is you, isn't it," she says.
Not because she had any real reason to doubt her story, but because that kind of answer is just so typical.
But she doesn't know anything about this ship, like every other Doctor Amy has spoken to, and every other dead-end she's tried. That's her luck.
"So that's why you can't find the Doctor," she muses; "which means the Doctor doesn't know you're here. 'as he been keeping you from me? Oh!"
There are secrets he hasn't told her yet, she knows. She just wishes he would tell her what's so big in her future she can't know about it.
"Come on, then, you're comin' with me," she says, holding out her hand; "We are havin' a drink, and then the Doctor is going to answer both our questions."
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That's an honest answer, because the TARDIS is just herself. She knew having a different encasing would mean people might treat her differently, but of course, she hadn't expected to end up in a strange Universe with a bunch of people from her Past.
"I have only been here a very short while. I have not been able to search for my Pilot. But if he is here, and I am here, then together we can make everything right."
Or so she steadfastly believes. But once she knows the truth, well... it won't be as easy as all of that.
She holds out her gloved hand at the invitation. Mostly because it is her Orangey charge. But as one of the Doctor's companions, Cridhe doesn't really want to ignore her offers.
"I have only had tea so far. It had sweet things and thickener in it."
She means milk and sugar, but she's never had to worry about feeding a body before, so while she has encyclopaedic knowledge, practical application of such knowledge is somewhat lacking. This is especially true since she no longer has the lenses of the mechanics and programming to use as a portal to view her world.
"If anyone can get him to answer questions, it would be you."
She's not even sure that version of him would accept her. Sure he had accepted her when she was in Idris' body. But that was different. He was in crisis mode. Now? Well, it was hardly her fault the calculations had taken over a thousand years to compile, but that doesn't mean the Doctor would accept her like this.
ooc: gah, I'm so sorry for the slowness, RL clobbered me ;~;
She's been waiting a long time to be able to communicate with the TARDIS the way the Doctor can.
"Well, then I have some surprises for you," she says, more to Cridhe's second remark than to any of the others, but it probably holds for all of them.
Two crystal blue drinks are set in front of them, small green cubes floating inside. Could be ice, but who's to say? Amy's embracing the unknown.
"Thing is, there isn't just one Doctor here," she starts out, doing her best to be gentle; "there's three that I know of. They all showed up at different times, and some of them in different TARDISes."
She knows that's not supposed to be possible, but perhaps Cridhe will understand more of how this could happen than Amy does.
"You know me, which means you know my Doctor ... but is he the same a thousand years from now?" she asks.
(Even though there's some part of her that's not sure she wants to know the answer. She doesn't want him to be anyone else.)
No worries! This month was rough for me too :S
"Different incarnations of the Doctor being present at the same time is not that unusual. Of course, it always holds one thing in common: trouble."
She frowns at the mention of different TARDISes.
"I am here more than once? In my box-shape. I am here..."
That clearly troubles her beyond belief. And with good reason - the possibility of a Time Ram is nothing to muck with. But Amy's already moved on to her real question.
"Technically speaking, a thousand years from when you know him, he is still the same man. A little older, but the same man."
That doesn't mean he's the same as Cridhe knows him now.
~hugs~ Bad month! I hope it gets better <3
For now.
"Really?" she asks, chewing on a green cube.
(Definitely ice.)
"The Doctor was always so doom an' gloom about it, though I suppose he was more worried about havin' you in more than one place at a time," she adds, just before going quiet.
Cridhe didn't seem to like the sounds of that either.
"You know what I mean," she says, though now her bluster is a bit more subdued; "bow tie, fez, tweed — or purple frock?"
That's a new one, but it is how he showed up here.
You too! :)
She gives a nod. "I am from about as far along in his future as I can be. I know all of his faces, so far as he's experienced them."
She takes another sip - might be more like a gulp - it's pretty good, now that she thinks about it.
"Purple frock - Edwardian. That was his eight incarnation. Ears-And-Nose was ninth, Spiky hair was tenth, Chin-boy was his eleventh, Eyebrows is twelfth. That's the one I'm with now."
No point in mentioning the rest, unless they show up. But she will, if asked.
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She's so delighted to have the answer that she doesn't think about the pout he'd be wearing if he knew she advertised his strongest feature to the entire room. It's like pub trivia.
The victory is short-lived, though. Some of Cridhe's descriptions hit home, others don't, but they all confirm what Amy didn't want to admit.
That there's another Doctor after her Raggedy Man.
That, at some point, it's no longer just them. Their adventure ends, and another one begins.
(She wonders if she's there to see it happen.)
Dipping her gaze to hide her disappointment, she swivels back to the bar and her drink.
"You may not be in from the same time then," she says, running her thumb through the sweat on her glass; "I haven't met any Doctors who remember me, other than The Chin. They're all from his past."
She pauses.
"We're not in danger, are we? Havin' all these Doctors and all these ... well, yous in one place at once?" she asks.
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"The Doctor can sometimes last for several hundred years in one body. For as long-lived as you humans think you are... well. The one with the eyebrows will remember you, if he ever shows up. I promise."
Out of all the names he forgot when he was recovering from his regeneration, Amy's name had come to him easily.
But then there's the question about danger. How does she answer that.
"Well, there is always danger to have more than one incarnation of the Doctor around at a time. But mostly, that is why more than one of him shows up. More than one of me is a great deal more troubling. I can control and manipulate the whole of Time and Space. For a TARDIS to be in the same place at the same time, would cause a Time Ram. It could rip a whole in the fabric of reality. So, something very powerful is holding the mes here. Unfortunately, I dare not find myself. No clue what a flesh version of me touching a box version of me would do..."
Though, a part of her is very curious.
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Still, as long as the Doctor may live Amy will never stretch on that long. She doesn't think, anyway. Maybe? Who knows?
But the 'twelfth' order of him will remember her, the TARDIS says so, and that ... that at least means something.
Her eyes widen. "A Time Ram?"
Not a phrase she's heard the Doctor use before, but it's not hard figuring it out.
"They're kept in a cargo hold on a different deck, the other TARDISes," she offers Cridhe, though her mind is already wheeling; "that somethin' powerful would be Q, the alien who brought us all here."
She scoffs, disappointed.
"I knew he was strong, but I was hopin' the Doctor would still be able to get the better of 'im. Maybe that's why all of you are here. Maybe you're the only way to stop Q."
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"Well, best to keep me away from myself. No saying what would happen..."
She smiles a bit sadly when Amy expresses her utter belief and trust in the Doctor and the TARDIS.
"Maybe. But, if Q is powerful enough to bring me here like this? And to hold the entire paradox in place without reality being ripped apart? Amy. It usually took a TARDIS to do that. And not just any TARDIS, it would have to be old enough and experienced enough. And only a very few functional Paradox Machines have been created."
She looks out the windows to the stars going by.
"We might have to wait for this Q to return us home. I'm not saying I won't try. But, this is unlike anything I have ever experienced before."
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Cridhe's uncertainty is a little disheartening, but Amy has never been one to feel easily cowed. She does trust the Doctor, and the TARDIS. She's never seen anyone get the better of them.
"But we 'ave three TARDISes now," she points out; "and four Doctors. That must mean somethin'."
Together, they must have more power than just one Q, right? She grabs Cridhe's arm with a determined look in her eyes.
"You an' the Doctor, all of us, have been travelling so long that we've experienced a lot of things, but at one time they were brand new, weren't they?" she adds.
"Maybe this is just the next adventure."
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"Well, it is certainly an adventure."
She looks at Amy and just looks at her a bit. Because. She's missed her.