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A Lonely Traveler, a Wandering Girl: thelonelytravelingdoctor: A Lonely

She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

After being redirected by a gradually more extroverted companion, I found myself speaking with one of the head Chefs and Caretakers, a Cuisinine by the name of Monch.

“POISONED? in MY SECTOR? I can’t believe it!” the man growled at me, furious. “Where’s the doctors report?”

“I had to treat her on my ship, it was closer and time was of the essence. I’m not looking for compensation, just help. If I can find the one responsible for this that will make everything much easier.”

“Wait here, I’m going to call the head of security.”

“That sound rather fine, thanks.”

As the four armed brute walked off I considered my options. Cuisenines were an open people at this time in their history, but they were still territorial.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a…” I realize the girl is gone. “… while.”

I wander off to find where she is and, turning a corner I spot her. From where I’m standing she seams still.

“You’ve become an ambitious little thing. I’d recommend against it, one can get into allot of trouble when travelling with me.”

She continues to shake and tremble. Her sonic is beeping like crazy in her hand. The girl can’t move. Her brown eyes turn green, then brown, then violet then brown again. The Shadow Man’s energy is here and it has her paralyzed. She can’t speak. She needs to move out of this spot before she collapses. 

~If I wasn’t so weak….This wouldn’t be so hard….~ 

Her eyes relay information to the Doctor. One word clearly seen.

Help.

Reading her eyes loud and clear, I reach out and check her pulse. The air around her forces the hairs on the back of my hand to stand on end, every follicle tickling at my nerves as the hairs extend out as far as they can.

Her pulse is quick but her muscles are tense, she’s shaking. She’s trapped. I don’t have to scan to know what’s happening, there’s an energy holding her in this place.

I look down and spot the sonic device in her hands, it’s not so different from mine, strange, how did she get it? That doesn’t matter right now, it can be of use. I quick glance at the readings on her device show me the field variance. It’s complicated, powerful.

I take out my screwdriver and aim it at her device. Adjusting mine to co-operate with hers, creating a cancellation field, hopefully.

Both devices spark and…

…. She falls to one knee, breathing heavily. She sways slightly, her head pounding. Her sonic stops bleeping and just hums softly in her pale hand. Still trembling from the energy, she nods her thanks.

I kneel down next to her and motion to put a comforting hand on her back, but I second guess it and decide not to.

“Are you feeling alright?” I put up two fingers before her. “How many fingers am I holding?

She holds up two fingers and ends up falling against him, her eyes fluttering shut briefly. She’s a bit warm.

I brush my hand through the poor things hair, first poison then this? someone wants her dead, but why? You think you know someone… except i didn’t think that.

I see a Cuisinine security officer approaching us from the other end of the hall. He sends a message over his intercom, from the sound of it he’s calling for a medic.

I pull out my psychic paper. “We’re with the Interstellar Food Quality Control Association. I need your help, my friend here has been attacked twice now.

She sighs and whimpers softly. She’s exhausted, starving, weak and her leg is acting up again. It aches horribly as does the rest of her body. All the wounds and bruises she suffered from the crash, are making themselves prominently known through pain. As the Doctor runs his fingers through her hair, she can’t help but lean into his touch. It is a nice gentle touch. She hates it when people touch her, even when they brush against her, she winces. “I’m fine.” She whispers, lying. They need to investigate this but right now she can hardly move. She hopes the pitiful lie will convince him.

“yes of course…” I say sarcastically. but I don’t elaborate, I don’t know weather or not i can trust the medical staff here. The resonance field technology was far to advanced for the Cuisinine at this time. But it isn’t far fetched to assume someone here acquired some tech in trade, or snuck past their security with superior technology.

She closes her eyes again. When she opens them, she’s being carried to the TARDIS. The girl doesn’t fight him but when they are inside she wriggles out of his arms. When the Doctor asks where she’s going she says,

“Bath.”

The girl now sits in the tub, in a steam filled bathroom. She has her knees pulled up to her chest and the bubble filled water swishes around her. Her chin rests on scarred knees. Her knees aren’t the only part of her body that is scarred. Her back has red whip marks that seem recent. They lie on top of old scars and you can faintly see the golden tattoo of the outline of a pair of wings. Her leg has a huge, white scar running up it and more scars are hidden by the way her body is contorted. The girl fiddles with her pendant and her brown eyes turn green as she thinks about the Shadow Man and why she can’t remember who she is. The girl has a vague sense of who she is, however. She knows she’s old. Very old. But feels young at the same time. She knows she’s been hurt thousands of times over for being who she is. She knows she doesn’t like to be touched and she doesn’t like to talk. She knows she hates pears but bananas are good. She knows planets, galaxies, stars, races of all kinds. Tons of information is filed in her mind, some behind doors, others in boxes and emotions are in little metaphorical bottles. The girl also knows she likes this man The Doctor. The Doctor is a kind man and he is a sad man. He’s lonely and he needs someone to remind him that he’s extraordinary, despite the things he’s seen and has done. The things she does not know, are her name, where she is from, why she exists, and why she’s a threat. The girl hears a soft knock on the door and there the Doctor stands, bearing a cup of tea. The girl turns her head so her cheek is resting on her knee. She blinks up at him with green eyes. The green eyes fade to her normal, ancient oak brown. The girl does not say anything but gives him an imperceptible nod.

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She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

After being redirected by a gradually more extroverted companion, I found myself speaking with one of the head Chefs and Caretakers, a Cuisinine by the name of Monch.

“POISONED? in MY SECTOR? I can’t believe it!” the man growled at me, furious. “Where’s the doctors report?”

“I had to treat her on my ship, it was closer and time was of the essence. I’m not looking for compensation, just help. If I can find the one responsible for this that will make everything much easier.”

“Wait here, I’m going to call the head of security.”

“That sound rather fine, thanks.”

As the four armed brute walked off I considered my options. Cuisenines were an open people at this time in their history, but they were still territorial.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a…” I realize the girl is gone. “… while.”

I wander off to find where she is and, turning a corner I spot her. From where I’m standing she seams still.

“You’ve become an ambitious little thing. I’d recommend against it, one can get into allot of trouble when travelling with me.”

She continues to shake and tremble. Her sonic is beeping like crazy in her hand. The girl can’t move. Her brown eyes turn green, then brown, then violet then brown again. The Shadow Man’s energy is here and it has her paralyzed. She can’t speak. She needs to move out of this spot before she collapses. 

~If I wasn’t so weak….This wouldn’t be so hard….~ 

Her eyes relay information to the Doctor. One word clearly seen.

Help.

Reading her eyes loud and clear, I reach out and check her pulse. The air around her forces the hairs on the back of my hand to stand on end, every follicle tickling at my nerves as the hairs extend out as far as they can.

Her pulse is quick but her muscles are tense, she’s shaking. She’s trapped. I don’t have to scan to know what’s happening, there’s an energy holding her in this place.

I look down and spot the sonic device in her hands, it’s not so different from mine, strange, how did she get it? That doesn’t matter right now, it can be of use. I quick glance at the readings on her device show me the field variance. It’s complicated, powerful.

I take out my screwdriver and aim it at her device. Adjusting mine to co-operate with hers, creating a cancellation field, hopefully.

Both devices spark and…

…. She falls to one knee, breathing heavily. She sways slightly, her head pounding. Her sonic stops bleeping and just hums softly in her pale hand. Still trembling from the energy, she nods her thanks.

I kneel down next to her and motion to put a comforting hand on her back, but I second guess it and decide not to.

“Are you feeling alright?” I put up two fingers before her. “How many fingers am I holding?

She holds up two fingers and ends up falling against him, her eyes fluttering shut briefly. She’s a bit warm.

I brush my hand through the poor things hair, first poison then this? someone wants her dead, but why? You think you know someone… except i didn’t think that.

I see a Cuisinine security officer approaching us from the other end of the hall. He sends a message over his intercom, from the sound of it he’s calling for a medic.

I pull out my psychic paper. “We’re with the Interstellar Food Quality Control Association. I need your help, my friend here has been attacked twice now.

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She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

After being redirected by a gradually more extroverted companion, I found myself speaking with one of the head Chefs and Caretakers, a Cuisinine by the name of Monch.

“POISONED? in MY SECTOR? I can’t believe it!” the man growled at me, furious. “Where’s the doctors report?”

“I had to treat her on my ship, it was closer and time was of the essence. I’m not looking for compensation, just help. If I can find the one responsible for this that will make everything much easier.”

“Wait here, I’m going to call the head of security.”

“That sound rather fine, thanks.”

As the four armed brute walked off I considered my options. Cuisenines were an open people at this time in their history, but they were still territorial.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a…” I realize the girl is gone. “… while.”

I wander off to find where she is and, turning a corner I spot her. From where I’m standing she seams still.

“You’ve become an ambitious little thing. I’d recommend against it, one can get into allot of trouble when travelling with me.”

She continues to shake and tremble. Her sonic is beeping like crazy in her hand. The girl can’t move. Her brown eyes turn green, then brown, then violet then brown again. The Shadow Man’s energy is here and it has her paralyzed. She can’t speak. She needs to move out of this spot before she collapses. 

~If I wasn’t so weak….This wouldn’t be so hard….~ 

Her eyes relay information to the Doctor. One word clearly seen.

Help.

Reading her eyes loud and clear, I reach out and check her pulse. The air around her forces the hairs on the back of my hand to stand on end, every follicle tickling at my nerves as the hairs extend out as far as they can.

Her pulse is quick but her muscles are tense, she’s shaking. She’s trapped. I don’t have to scan to know what’s happening, there’s an energy holding her in this place.

I look down and spot the sonic device in her hands, it’s not so different from mine, strange, how did she get it? That doesn’t matter right now, it can be of use. I quick glance at the readings on her device show me the field variance. It’s complicated, powerful.

I take out my screwdriver and aim it at her device. Adjusting mine to co-operate with hers, creating a cancellation field, hopefully.

Both devices spark and…

…. She falls to one knee, breathing heavily. She sways slightly, her head pounding. Her sonic stops bleeping and just hums softly in her pale hand. Still trembling from the energy, she nods her thanks.

I kneel down next to her and motion to put a comforting hand on her back, but I second guess it and decide not to.

“Are you feeling alright?” I put up two fingers before her. “How many fingers am I holding?

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She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

After being redirected by a gradually more extroverted companion, I found myself speaking with one of the head Chefs and Caretakers, a Cuisinine by the name of Monch.

“POISONED? in MY SECTOR? I can’t believe it!” the man growled at me, furious. “Where’s the doctors report?”

“I had to treat her on my ship, it was closer and time was of the essence. I’m not looking for compensation, just help. If I can find the one responsible for this that will make everything much easier.”

“Wait here, I’m going to call the head of security.”

“That sound rather fine, thanks.”

As the four armed brute walked off I considered my options. Cuisenines were an open people at this time in their history, but they were still territorial.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a…” I realize the girl is gone. “… while.”

I wander off to find where she is and, turning a corner I spot her. From where I’m standing she seams still.

“You’ve become an ambitious little thing. I’d recommend against it, one can get into allot of trouble when travelling with me.”

She continues to shake and tremble. Her sonic is beeping like crazy in her hand. The girl can’t move. Her brown eyes turn green, then brown, then violet then brown again. The Shadow Man’s energy is here and it has her paralyzed. She can’t speak. She needs to move out of this spot before she collapses. 

~If I wasn’t so weak….This wouldn’t be so hard….~ 

Her eyes relay information to the Doctor. One word clearly seen.

Help.

Reading her eyes loud and clear, I reach out and check her pulse. The air around her forces the hairs on the back of my hand to stand on end, every follicle tickling at my nerves as the hairs extend out as far as they can.

Her pulse is quick but her muscles are tense, she’s shaking. She’s trapped. I don’t have to scan to know what’s happening, there’s an energy holding her in this place.

I look down and spot the sonic device in her hands, it’s not so different from mine, strange, how did she get it? That doesn’t matter right now, it can be of use. I quick glance at the readings on her device show me the field variance. It’s complicated, powerful.

I take out my screwdriver and aim it at her device. Adjusting mine to co-operate with hers, creating a cancellation field, hopefully.

Both devices spark and…

…. She falls to one knee, breathing heavily. She sways slightly, her head pounding. Her sonic stops bleeping and just hums softly in her pale hand. Still trembling from the energy, she nods her thanks.

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She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

After being redirected by a gradually more extroverted companion, I found myself speaking with one of the head Chefs and Caretakers, a Cuisinine by the name of Monch.

“POISONED? in MY SECTOR? I can’t believe it!” the man growled at me, furious. “Where’s the doctors report?”

“I had to treat her on my ship, it was closer and time was of the essence. I’m not looking for compensation, just help. If I can find the one responsible for this that will make everything much easier.”

“Wait here, I’m going to call the head of security.”

“That sound rather fine, thanks.”

As the four armed brute walked off I considered my options. Cuisenines were an open people at this time in their history, but they were still territorial.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a…” I realize the girl is gone. “… while.”

I wander off to find where she is and, turning a corner I spot her. From where I’m standing she seams still.

“You’ve become an ambitious little thing. I’d recommend against it, one can get into allot of trouble when travelling with me.”

She continues to shake and tremble. Her sonic is beeping like crazy in her hand. The girl can’t move. Her brown eyes turn green, then brown, then violet then brown again. The Shadow Man’s energy is here and it has her paralyzed. She can’t speak. She needs to move out of this spot before she collapses. 

~If I wasn’t so weak….This wouldn’t be so hard….~ 

Her eyes relay information to the Doctor. One word clearly seen.

Help.

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angelalgiz:

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She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

I turn around, after having spent some moments staring at and rotating the map, to find the girl dressed in my old clothing, oblivious to what else she’d obtained.

“Cool Shoes.” I say with a sly grin, knowing very well my taste in clothing is impeccable. then throwing away the map I wave around my sonic screw driver so that it looks like I’m doing something and say. “Alright, this way is where we need to go!”

And I start down the hall away from where we had been seated prior. the colour of the carpets taking on a more greenish tones in this direction.

She frowns and follows him but then, unable to let him continue to go the wrong way, grabs him by the collar and drags him to the right direction. She doesn’t say anything, just guides him gently in the right direction. When they are where they need to be, she let’s him talk to the man in charge while she scopes out the area around the table, waving her sonic around and reading information that pops up in silver writing on the side. She frowns when her sonic starts beeping. It leads her out into the hall that she had run before and to the part where the Shadow Man disappeared. The spot causes her to shiver uncontrollably.

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A…

She mouthes the word first to test it before saying it aloud. Her voice is soft and has this air to it that makes her seem older that she looks. But the way she says it reflects her excitement and relief that she’s allowed to stay aboard. “Allons-y!”

Her words ring through my ears like sweet custard dripping down fish fingers! except not because my ears are nothing like fish fingers. I snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Allons-y!”

and I dashed out the door, quickly motioning for her to follow me.

I peaked out the closet door, the coast was clear, not that it mattered. I took a quick look at the map.

“We need to find someone in charge.”

She looks down at what she’s wearing, a man’s dress shirt and boxers. She fiddles with her pendant frowning. Now this just won’t do. The girl runs off to the wardrobe room and returns in a matter of minutes. She is now wearing a black blouse, jeans, and a trench coat that resembles his tenth self’s. Her red converse peek out from under the jeans. Before going to the Doctor she stops at the console. She hits a button and then pulls a lever. A sleek, black, sonic screwdriver pops out of the console. She tests it, the purple light flickers on and off. She smiles with satisfaction and sticks it in her pocket. A pad of psychic paper comes out of a slot on the side of the console and she pockets it too. The girl nods her thanks to the console and the TARDIS hums happily. The quiet girl crosses the room and stands on the Doctor’s right side, awaiting orders it seems.

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“What I meant to say is, are you mentally unstable? or… no that’s not right…” I think a bit harder on the right words and reach for my drink. The girl puts  her hand over my cup, and I feel a bit irritated. Then I realize she’s clutching her stomach and collapsing to the ground.

“Goodness, were you alergic to something?” I pull out my screwdriver and scan her, Cyanide poisoning. I scan the drink. Poisoned.

I stand up and hold my arms out high, shouting to everyone in the room. All of whom are staring at us. “Someone call the doctor, This woman has been poisoned!” I look around the room at all the staring people. “Well someone!” I spy a waiter “You! NOW!”

I watch him run towards a call centre turn back to the girl.

“Come on now, I’d really like it if you don’t die on me just yet. I just met you and you’re really, really interesting.” I kneel down next to her and keep monitoring her vitals.

I scramble up even though I feel like my insides are burning. He thinks I’m crazy! Mad?! Wow. I’m not sure if I like him. I ignore his cries for me as I run in the direction of the Shadow Man. I don’t like being poisoned without introductions. I manage to make it to where the TARDIS is before collapsing.

“Ow…” I growl as I see a shadow of a man disappear by teleport. I can feel the dark closing in… my body shutting down… I pass out.

I’m surprised to see her get up and start running, even though I shouldn’t be. Her ability to bend back the lever in the TARDIS proved that she was stronger then she looked. But never the less, it took me a moment to start chasing after her.

“Where do you think you’re going!” I shouted like I hadn’t shouted since Amy and Rory and River. It felt right.

It took about five minutes of chasing before we reached the TARDIS. By that point I was so out of breath I barely noticed the distortion in the air. I quickly scanned it, but besides some strange engery readings I couldn’t make out what it was.

I came to the girls side again. and checked her vitals again.

“What was that all about?” I asked. Thinking that if I could get her into the TARDIS I could get rid of the poison most likely.

In my mind I sit and sigh. I hate it when I pass out. At least it gives me time to think. I can feel my body growing weaker and my heart beats slowing. Two hearts. Two normal hearts. The poison is effecting them badly. I can faintly hear the beat of a third. One that’s there but it’s not there. Cyanide poisoning isn’t that bad. Easy for me to get rid of. Well, it would be, if I were in good condition. Unfortunately, the crash, the walking, the stress and my injuries are preventing me from doing so. I can only wait and hope this Doctor is able to help.

Ugh. I don’t like it when people have to help me. I feel like I’m too much of a burden to them. I hate it. I can feel myself being lifted. Is he picking me up? Where is he taking me? 

I lose sense of everything happening on the outside. This isn’t good. My body is shutting down completely. No… no I don’t like the dark… no… I feel like I can’t breathe. My hearts slow even more. I’m dying.

Help.

I snap my fingers to open the TARDIS doors. I might have been amused by the act, I don’t use it to often, but right now this girl need far to much help.

I rushed into the control room and set her into the chair. reaching up and grabbing hold of the medical unit next to the chameleon circuits. Pulling it down and strapping a few syringe units to her arm and neck, their tubes trailing up to the ceiling.

“Alright baby, I need a full scan and the best possible antidote for her! herbal or medical!” I started tweaking at the monitor settings, bringing up a full body scan and a vitals monitor. heart beats, brain waves, blood pressure, the works. And an algorithm started running through possible antidotes and running them through simulations based on what had been recorded of the girls physeology so far.

“Come on, Come on, COME ON!!” As I shouted a figited the sonic screwdriver on and off and on. then the TARDIS started giving me options. I chose the fastest one, and injection of a fluid designed attract the poison and bind with it. If this could make it through her body in time it could render the poison harmless, If being the operative word.

“You, are going to be just fine.” I told her sternly, hoping that I was right. Hoping SO hard.

I can feel myself coming back. Oh good. He managed to help. The medicine courses through me and I can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable by it. I am extremely sensitive and that medicine feels weird. It’s uncomfortable.It flows through my body and binds with the poison. I fidget. I want it out of me. But I’ll have to wait until I’ve rested before I can do anything about it.

A few minutes pass and the girl responds well to the medicine. Color has come back to her cheeks. She’s still grimacing though and unconscious.

Hours later, the girl is up. She’s sitting in the jumpseat, now dressed in a man’s dress shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. The Doctor is asleep in a cot beside her. She’s sewing her dress, the needle and thread she found in the trunk where she got the dress from. She’s quiet so as not to wake him.

Lunch was short and exhausting, but that’s alright because I wasn’t that hungry to begin with and I’d been rather distracted by this strange girl anyways. with her strange physiology, and her species wasn’t in the TARDIS database.

And now someone was trying to kill her. As soon as I woke, I’d set the TARDIS back down EXACTLY before we left and investigate the situation farther. that way I wouldn’t waste any time.

The difficult thing about finding someone who poisoned food at this establishment though, was that the place was so big, in the space between the kitchen and your seat to many people have the opportunity to tamper with your food.

I’ll have to remember NOT to bring strange homeless girls here if the option ever comes up again.

I’m just glad she’s alright. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if she’d died.

I lift my head as my eyes open up to the familiar colours of my TARDIS.

I turn to see the strange girl working away on her dress.

“Well good morning quiet girl” I say, groggy.

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citronrobotlord:

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A…

“What I meant to say is, are you mentally unstable? or… no that’s not right…” I think a bit harder on the right words and reach for my drink. The girl puts  her hand over my cup, and I feel a bit irritated. Then I realize she’s clutching her stomach and collapsing to the ground.

“Goodness, were you alergic to something?” I pull out my screwdriver and scan her, Cyanide poisoning. I scan the drink. Poisoned.

I stand up and hold my arms out high, shouting to everyone in the room. All of whom are staring at us. “Someone call the doctor, This woman has been poisoned!” I look around the room at all the staring people. “Well someone!” I spy a waiter “You! NOW!”

I watch him run towards a call centre turn back to the girl.

“Come on now, I’d really like it if you don’t die on me just yet. I just met you and you’re really, really interesting.” I kneel down next to her and keep monitoring her vitals.

I scramble up even though I feel like my insides are burning. He thinks I’m crazy! Mad?! Wow. I’m not sure if I like him. I ignore his cries for me as I run in the direction of the Shadow Man. I don’t like being poisoned without introductions. I manage to make it to where the TARDIS is before collapsing.

“Ow…” I growl as I see a shadow of a man disappear by teleport. I can feel the dark closing in… my body shutting down… I pass out.

I’m surprised to see her get up and start running, even though I shouldn’t be. Her ability to bend back the lever in the TARDIS proved that she was stronger then she looked. But never the less, it took me a moment to start chasing after her.

“Where do you think you’re going!” I shouted like I hadn’t shouted since Amy and Rory and River. It felt right.

It took about five minutes of chasing before we reached the TARDIS. By that point I was so out of breath I barely noticed the distortion in the air. I quickly scanned it, but besides some strange engery readings I couldn’t make out what it was.

I came to the girls side again. and checked her vitals again.

“What was that all about?” I asked. Thinking that if I could get her into the TARDIS I could get rid of the poison most likely.

In my mind I sit and sigh. I hate it when I pass out. At least it gives me time to think. I can feel my body growing weaker and my heart beats slowing. Two hearts. Two normal hearts. The poison is effecting them badly. I can faintly hear the beat of a third. One that’s there but it’s not there. Cyanide poisoning isn’t that bad. Easy for me to get rid of. Well, it would be, if I were in good condition. Unfortunately, the crash, the walking, the stress and my injuries are preventing me from doing so. I can only wait and hope this Doctor is able to help.

Ugh. I don’t like it when people have to help me. I feel like I’m too much of a burden to them. I hate it. I can feel myself being lifted. Is he picking me up? Where is he taking me? 

I lose sense of everything happening on the outside. This isn’t good. My body is shutting down completely. No… no I don’t like the dark… no… I feel like I can’t breathe. My hearts slow even more. I’m dying.

Help.

I snap my fingers to open the TARDIS doors. I might have been amused by the act, I don’t use it to often, but right now this girl need far to much help.

I rushed into the control room and set her into the chair. reaching up and grabbing hold of the medical unit next to the chameleon circuits. Pulling it down and strapping a few syringe units to her arm and neck, their tubes trailing up to the ceiling.

“Alright baby, I need a full scan and the best possible antidote for her! herbal or medical!” I started tweaking at the monitor settings, bringing up a full body scan and a vitals monitor. heart beats, brain waves, blood pressure, the works. And an algorithm started running through possible antidotes and running them through simulations based on what had been recorded of the girls physeology so far.

“Come on, Come on, COME ON!!” As I shouted a figited the sonic screwdriver on and off and on. then the TARDIS started giving me options. I chose the fastest one, and injection of a fluid designed attract the poison and bind with it. If this could make it through her body in time it could render the poison harmless, If being the operative word.

“You, are going to be just fine.” I told her sternly, hoping that I was right. Hoping SO hard.

I can feel myself coming back. Oh good. He managed to help. The medicine courses through me and I can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable by it. I am extremely sensitive and that medicine feels weird. It’s uncomfortable.It flows through my body and binds with the poison. I fidget. I want it out of me. But I’ll have to wait until I’ve rested before I can do anything about it.

A few minutes pass and the girl responds well to the medicine. Color has come back to her cheeks. She’s still grimacing though and unconscious.

Hours later, the girl is up. She’s sitting in the jumpseat, now dressed in a man’s dress shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. The Doctor is asleep in a cot beside her. She’s sewing her dress, the needle and thread she found in the trunk where she got the dress from. She’s quiet so as not to wake him.

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angelalgiz:

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citronrobotlord:

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A…

“What I meant to say is, are you mentally unstable? or… no that’s not right…” I think a bit harder on the right words and reach for my drink. The girl puts  her hand over my cup, and I feel a bit irritated. Then I realize she’s clutching her stomach and collapsing to the ground.

“Goodness, were you alergic to something?” I pull out my screwdriver and scan her, Cyanide poisoning. I scan the drink. Poisoned.

I stand up and hold my arms out high, shouting to everyone in the room. All of whom are staring at us. “Someone call the doctor, This woman has been poisoned!” I look around the room at all the staring people. “Well someone!” I spy a waiter “You! NOW!”

I watch him run towards a call centre turn back to the girl.

“Come on now, I’d really like it if you don’t die on me just yet. I just met you and you’re really, really interesting.” I kneel down next to her and keep monitoring her vitals.

I scramble up even though I feel like my insides are burning. He thinks I’m crazy! Mad?! Wow. I’m not sure if I like him. I ignore his cries for me as I run in the direction of the Shadow Man. I don’t like being poisoned without introductions. I manage to make it to where the TARDIS is before collapsing.

“Ow…” I growl as I see a shadow of a man disappear by teleport. I can feel the dark closing in… my body shutting down… I pass out.

I’m surprised to see her get up and start running, even though I shouldn’t be. Her ability to bend back the lever in the TARDIS proved that she was stronger then she looked. But never the less, it took me a moment to start chasing after her.

“Where do you think you’re going!” I shouted like I hadn’t shouted since Amy and Rory and River. It felt right.

It took about five minutes of chasing before we reached the TARDIS. By that point I was so out of breath I barely noticed the distortion in the air. I quickly scanned it, but besides some strange engery readings I couldn’t make out what it was.

I came to the girls side again. and checked her vitals again.

“What was that all about?” I asked. Thinking that if I could get her into the TARDIS I could get rid of the poison most likely.

In my mind I sit and sigh. I hate it when I pass out. At least it gives me time to think. I can feel my body growing weaker and my heart beats slowing. Two hearts. Two normal hearts. The poison is effecting them badly. I can faintly hear the beat of a third. One that’s there but it’s not there. Cyanide poisoning isn’t that bad. Easy for me to get rid of. Well, it would be, if I were in good condition. Unfortunately, the crash, the walking, the stress and my injuries are preventing me from doing so. I can only wait and hope this Doctor is able to help.

Ugh. I don’t like it when people have to help me. I feel like I’m too much of a burden to them. I hate it. I can feel myself being lifted. Is he picking me up? Where is he taking me? 

I lose sense of everything happening on the outside. This isn’t good. My body is shutting down completely. No… no I don’t like the dark… no… I feel like I can’t breathe. My hearts slow even more. I’m dying.

Help.