Plans Change

The day had started so well, at least in my track record. Guards came every few hours to give me food, to take me away for experiments, then toss me back into my room.

I was dressed in white scrubs now. They were super annoying. There was some cuts made on my body which made me question the all white. Like, what if I bled? Then I would be stuck in bloody clothes. That meant Kovy would have to keep replacing the clothes every time they got bloody. Bad idea, overall.

Anyway, back to my day. I know you have probably been waiting for it. I was finished with my plate of lumpy oatmeal, a bad side of brown block, and the worst pudding cup ever (it may have been just funky milk) when two of these guards came to get me. I’ve been calling them monkeys.

Two monkeys came to me, and I was expecting more experiments. I began my teasing of the monkeys, when I realized that they weren’t the ones I had spent the past few days around. One was the Thin Gay Man from Good Man Goes to War, and the other was some random guy.

Thin Gay Man walked up to me, I smiled at him.

“You are not my monkeys.” I said, staying on the mat they gave me to sleep on.

The random guy gave me a look. They wished up, not responding back to me.

“Aww. I liked those other two.” I frown as random guy picked up my dish, Thin Gay Man kept watch of me. “They talked back.”

Thin Gay man was almost glaring at me. A part of me wanted to be bitch, just to have him talk to me. If I went a month without talking to anyone other than just Kovarian I would go insane.

“That might be why you two are here today.” I commented, adding a small smile at the end. “Kovy doesn’t like it when I make friends.”

The random guy walked toward the door, while Thin Gay Man kept his eyes on me. Once random opened the door, I felt my heart speed up in fear. I would not be left alone like this.

“How’s your husband?” I asked, wincing a bit near the end. “Short Fat Gay one?”

That got Thin Gay’s attention.

“Do not respond to the prisoner.” The random guy stated.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m trying to be friendly, make conversation. Since when is that a crime?”

The random one walked up to the still confused Thin Gay. He leaned in. “You heard what they said, she’s a trickster. She gets inside your head, that’s all.”

I snorted. “Why would I want to be in your head?”

The monkey ignored me. Thin Gay one didn’t. I smirked at him.

“But how did she know about-”

“She is the Doctor’s Queen.” The random one warned.

Thin Gay still looked worried. You know what, I had enough. “What is your name? I’ve been calling you Thin Gay in my head and it feels offensive.”

Oh, now they were both on edge.

“You look like a Greg. Is your name Greg?” I asked, leaning back on the wall. “Greg. I like it.”

Random guy pulled Thin Gay back, stuffing something into his hand. “We have our orders.”

I tried to get a peek at what was in his hand, and what I saw made me groan. “Seriously?”

Thin Gay walked up to me, scoring me the burlap sack big enough to cover my head.

“Burlap? You couldn’t stand to be a little more creative?” I scoffed. “Like, why not a pillowcase, or a sack of cloth? Does it really need to be burlap, Greg?”

Thin Gay ignored me, and just put the sack over my head.

==PC==

The two men held me back. I impatiently waited for them to guide me into the experimentation room.

The experiments weren’t so bad. Not since First Day, that hurt like a bitch. Half the time I think the experiments weren’t even for anything, that Kovarian was just a plain old bitch. She would watch the experiments with that stupid grin on her face.

There tests were painful that first time. It felt like they were tearing apart my very soul, then stuffing it back in all sloopy. They would do this a hundred more times before I passed out from the pain.

I stuck it out, I had to. This could last a month, maybe more. I had no way of knowing when it would end, or if it even would. The worst part was that not knowing like that was the tiniest bit exciting.

Then, I felt the atmosphere changed. It was like walking into a tension filled room.

It was not an experiment. This was something worse, I could feel it in my bones.

“He is not the devil.”

No. No. No, it couldn’t be. Not today. It could not have been that long already, could it? Had I passed out for longer than I thought? Were the experiments longer than a few hours?

Colonel Manton continued his speech. Based on how loud he sound in relation to the room, I assumed I was at the edge of the stairs to it. “He is not a god. He is not a goblin, or a phantom or a trickster. The Doctor is a living, breathing man, and as I look around this room I know one thing. We’re sure as hell going to fix that.”

The crowd of soldiers cheered, even the two holding me.

As he did, the random one and Greg dragged me towards the stage.

I kept myself calm, knowing that as soon as I started freaking out that the soldiers would take me away. They wouldn’t just bring me out here if they wanted me to freak out.

If they did, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

The Colonel kept talking as I was dragged onto the stage. “He will not attack. He will not seek to harm any of us.”

The shoved me onto the stage, keeping a firm grip on my arms.

“Why? Because we have his precious Queen.”

The crowd of soldiers cheered for this. The bag over my head was removed, letting my disheveled black hair fall over my face. I shook some of it off, missing my ponytail so much. This was another form of torture I swear.

Colonel Manton stood next to me, a confident look on his face. “On this day, in this place, the Doctor will fall.” Manton continued.

Greg and Random walked off the stage, leaving me with Manton. I rolled my eyes, already annoyed with him.

“The man who talks, the man who reasons, the man who lies, will meet the perfect answer.” Manton went on.

I spat at him. He looked unfazed.

“Sorry.” I apologized. “I missed.” I spat at him again. This time it hit his boot. “That’s better.”

Colonel Manton was again unfazed. I felt a twinge of disappointment that the Doctor couldn’t laugh, which would have been nice to hear.

The Colonel turned back to his soldiers. “Some of you have wondered why have we have allied ourselves with the Headless Monks.” Manton began, marching to the other side of the stage. He dragged me over there with him. “Perhaps you should have wondered why we call them Headless.”

I smirked, unable to hide my reaction at the Doctor’s plan. Yet as I looked out onto the crowd of soldiers, I was able to see Lorna Bucket. Nice to know she was able to make it.

“It’s time you knew what these guys have sacrificed for faith.” I huffed a bit, trying not to freak out over the fact I had two headless dudes behind me. “As you all know, it is a Level One Heresy, punishable by death, to lower the hood of a Headless Monk. But by the divine grant of the Papal Mainframe herself, on this one and only occasion, I can show you the truth.”

I held back the urge to flinch as Manton walked up to the first monk. He took a grip on his hood, pulling it down. “Because these guys never can be persuaded.”

There was no head. A part of me was screaming, but the other part was smacking the first part so that it would shut up.

“They never can be afraid.”

Three.

“And they can never.”

Two.

“Ever be-”

One.

“Surprised!” The Doctor cheered, tossing the hood back. “Ha, ha! Hello, everyone. Guess who.”

I snorted, leaning back to watch. This was the Doctor, I was meeting the Doctor. He looked really good, especially as Eleven. The floppy brown hair, the emerald green eyes, hell even that chin. Not gonna lie, I was checking him out.

Was that another thing this personality did? Check people out? I can’t complain to be honest.

My cheeks started to blush though, and I heard a faint buzzing in my mind. Hope that isn’t bad.

“Please, point a gun at me if it helps you relax.” The Doctor encouraged, making me grin. He always thought he was cool when he did that. Everyone prepared their weapons, including the monks. “You’re only human.”

The soldiers all aimed their guns at him. I rolled my eyes, a smirk coming onto my face. “Someone took their sweet time getting here.” I said as he walked up to my side.

The Doctor smirked at me. “Traffic was hell.”

“Oh, like I believe that.” I snorted.

The Doctor was about to answer when Manton spoke up. “Doctor, you will come with me right now.”

The two of us turned to Manton, smiling almost condescendingly at the gun he had aimed at the Doctor. “Three minutes forty seconds.” The Doctor informed.

“Three forty two.” I corrected, leaning up so it reached his ear.

The Doctor grinned at me. “Amelia Pond! Get your coat!” He shouted as the lights went out.

The Doctor grabbed my arm, dragging me away from the stage. I stayed calm and simply let him control our movements. He stopped close to a door. I hid behind one of the many boxes they had around here, just in time for the lights to come back on.

“I’m not a phantom.” The Doctor said, his voice somehow echoing everywhere in the base.

“Doctor?” Manton called out.

“I’m not a trickster.”

“Doctor?” Manton tried again.

“I’m a monk.” The Doctor said, almost sounding smug.

“Doctor, show yourself.” Manton ordered.

The Doctor lifted me to my feet, taking a firm grip on me. He buried his head into my hair, taking a deep inhale. I probably just smelled like chemicals and bleach.

I shrugged off his hug, keeping a wary eye of the monks. “Three forty two.” I reminded him.

He grinned, a smile that told me to just watch the magic.

The Monks had stopped shooting at the soldiers as Manton commanded them to. The Doctor wiped out the screwdriver, using it to unlock the door. He never stopped hugging me.

The two of us ran down a hallway. The Doctor moved with purpose, practically marching down the corridor at a fast pace. He was determined to get it all down in three minutes and forty seconds.

He kept holding me as he talked. “This must be one of your early days. You look almost seventeen, that’s something I don’t get that much anymore. Where are you? No, wait, don’t tell me.”

Suddenly, he let me go. He started looking over my body, lifting up my arms if he felt it necessary. “Are you okay? Did they do anything to hurt you? You told me that the Silence could be very violent, back in Florida. What did you call it? The Impossible Astronaut. Don’t know what was so impossible about her.” Then, the Doctor pulled off his monk outfit. He gave me a once over.

My eyes were getting widener as my breath slowed. What he was saying was catching up with the rest of me. He said Impossible Astronaut.

Apparently, he had noticed my growing unease. “Oh! Early days! Yes. I know at first the transitions are a little rough, but you got used to them.”

I blinked. Well, this sucks.

The Doctor paused in his rants, looking into my eyes. “Terra?”

“They kept calling me that.” I said with a shake of my head looking down at his boots. “I love the name, but gosh, it makes me sound like a vengeful goddess or something.”

“Terra, do you recognize me?” He pleaded.

I blinked. This was Silence in the Library, for him. This must be breaking his hearts. “You’re the Doctor.” I said, lifting up my arm to reveal the Manipulator. “I’m guessing you can’t take this off.”

This was what they did on my First Day. They took put this on me. It was fine at first, felt completely normal. Then it started to burn.

He eyes looked down, seeing the black box on my arm. He glared at it with hate, and then his face turned into rage. The rage I saw on A Town Called Mercy. Something pissed him off.

“Terra, you have to tell me, this is important, how did you get here?” The Doctor asked.

I gulped. He wouldn’t like my answer. “I showed up yesterday. They seemed so happy to know I was here. I heard one of them say ‘we have his Queen’, like that Colonel said. They put this on my arm.” He took my arm, lifting up the manipulator. “They used those nanogenes to attach it to me. It’s a part of my flesh. I can’t take it off. I’m guessing I won’t be able to for a really long time, if at all.”

The Doctor had hate rolling off him in waves. I feel it start to exist in the air. It was maddening.

“Doctor, don’t get emotional.” I warned. “I know you just want to hit something, but don’t. It’s not that bad. Like you said, I’ll get used to it. It’s not that annoying. Maybe I can add some stuff to it, like paint or stickers.”

His grip tightened.

“Doc.” I said. “Doc, let me go.”

“They did that to you.” He was getting emotional. “They put that thing on you. They’re the reason-”

“Manboy let go of my arm! That hurts” I ordered.

The Doctor let go of my arm like it was on fire. I yanked back, unsure of how to behave around this Doctor. He was still angry, but was forcing himself to be calm. It put a weight on my heart when I realized he felt this way because of me.

He gave me a pitying look. The Doctor held my face in his hands. “Terra.” He breathed, as if the word was gold.

By this point, we were where the Doctor had planned for us to be.

“This base is now under our command.” I heard Strax’s voice.

The Doctor reached down, not looking at me as he pulled out this little radio set. I frowned a bit at this sudden change. I would never say this to his face, but I liked his hand on my cheek. My own hand reached up, as if trying to recreate the feeling of the Doctor’s hand. I would figure it out later.

Woah. I was checking him out again. It had taken me this long to appreciate his normal clothes. The brown tweed jacket, framing his broad shoulders. A light blue button up shirt, making him seem just adorable. That bright red bowtie was like icing on the hot cake. Don’t even get me started on his black trousers, perfectly surrounding his-

“I have a fleet out there. If Demon’s Run goes down, there’s an automatic distress call.” Manton argued.

Oh. Checking people out. This is really fun.

“Not if we knock out your communications array.” The Doctor said, perfectly hiding any trace of our conversation. “And you’ve got incoming.”

“Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor.”

“Give ‘em hell, Danny Boy.” The Doctor said, adding a little fake airplane noise at the end. Fake gunshot noises included. I couldn’t help but join in on the fun.

The base started to the shake, some pieces falling to the ground as it did so.

“Target destroyed.” The pilot informed as the base stopped quaking.

The Doctor let out a triumphant laugh. “Woohoo!” I cheered, clapping.

Even though I knew they thought they were doing the right thing, I was glad this base was going down.

==PC==

The Doctor and I were sitting in the main control room. He was in one of those spinny chairs, while I took the other one.

“Told ya.” I smirked.

The Doctor pouted at me. “Shut up.”

“I said three forty two-”

“I heard, I heard.” The Doctor grumbled. He was apparently a sore loser.

“Aw, come on.” I teased, lightly poking his arm. “Don’t be a Mister Grumpy Gills.”

The Doctor fought the smirk. “Nobody likes a showoff.”

I laughed, clapping my hands. “Says you.”

The Doctor didn’t fight his smirk that time. He purely smiled at me, I smiled back.

I was still confused as to our relationship together. I mean, what was supposed to happen now? Was there another version of me somewhere on this base? Did the Doctor need to take me back to 2005? I was ready for Rose, and ready to meet Nine and Rose. Meeting Eleven was not what I was expecting.

That sounded wrong. The Doctor was talking about my early days, so that meant I was probably one of those people who bounced along his timeline. Cause, ya know, who needs stability?

“Doctor, Terra.” Vastra spoke, breaking the moment.

That was when I realized I had been staring off into his eyes as I put it together. I got up from my chair, running up to the lizard, trying to avoid the awkward situation back there.

“All airlocks sealed.” Strax’s voice came up from down the hall. “Resistance neutralised.”

The Doctor spun in his chair. “Sorry Colonel. I lied. Three minutes forty two seconds.”

“*ahem* I’m always right *ahem*.” I coughed. The Doctor stuck his tongue out at me. I leaned towards Vastra. “Hey, did you find my Infinity Bag?”

Vastra handed me the brown bag. It had a lot of buttons on it, every button symbolizing a place I Traveled to.

“Thank you.” I said. I held it tightly. They couldn’t have gotten passed the spell over it. The bag was enchanted so that only I could reach inside of it, if anyone else tried it would bite them. Yep, I said bite. The opening would turn into a mouth and straight up bite whoever’s hand was inside.

I opened the bag, reaching inside to search for my iPhone. The cool metal felt great against my hands. Three days without it had driven me nuts. I pulled it out, happy to see the white iPhone 5 with the raspberry pink case. My cutiemark was stamped on the back, making me smile fondly. I pressed the on button, waiting as the phone started up.

“Colonel Manton, you will give the order for your men to withdraw.” Strax instructed, keeping his gun aimed at the Colonel.

The Doctor held up his hands, a dark look hidden behind his green eyes. It put me a little on edge, making me shift in my seat. “No. Colonel Manton, I want you to tell your men to run away.”

I was concerned with the sudden change of his tone at the end. That angry lilt at the end, almost taunting. Some people recognize it as the tone the eldest kid uses when they hold the remote higher than their sibling can reach. The rest of the people in the control room noticed it too.

“You what?” Manton asked.

“Those words. Run away.” The Doctor stressed. “I want you to be famous for those exact words. Run away.”

I saw the anger in the Doctor’s... everything. A part of me knew exactly why he was like this, that it had something to do with my manipulator. Or, it could have everything to do with it. I knew too little. This was not a thing I needed to hear now. I nervously made my way to the door.

“I’m gonna help Rory find Amelia.” I offered, walking out of the room. I could feel the Doctor’s eyes on me briefly as I walked away.

==PC==

It was much more difficult to find her room than I thought.

He knows. The Doctor knows. Holy fucking shit. Biscuit eating frog turd. Great Merciful Storyline. He knows about me, about my Gift, and about my me-ness. What the fuck am I supposed to do?! How am I supposed to adapt to this shit?!

Okay. Breathe Yellow, breathe. You can do it. Maybe this was just my role. They all thought I was one of those girls who was pulled into this universe, and that today was my first ever adventure.

I could work with that, I could work with that.

I took another breath, and kept on towards Amelia’s room.

Now, if I am to take on the persona of Terra I need to figure out what she does. She feels kinda sarcastic, possibly even the tiniest bit violent. Definitely protective.

I love new personalities.

There was a nearby opened door, so I approached it cautiously. The last thing I needed was to run into a stray soldier who would blow my head off.

The room was Amelia’s, I recognized it. The Ponds were standing in the middle, fawning over little Melody. I smiled at the small baby. Something about babies always made me smile.

I stepped into the room, leaning on the door frame. It was nice to see them happy, especially when I first meet them. Did River still exist here? Could I stop this?

Well, if the timing on the show was right, then Melody was already Flesh. The only way to save her was to get to her in Florida. Saving her would be difficult, but manageable. I can do it.

Wow. Okay. I was smug. I am okay with that. I shouldn’t be, but I am.

“Oh God, I was going to be cool. I wanted to be cool. Look at me.”

“Crying is actually seen as a sign of great bravery back in the Roman times.” I informed. The Ponds turned to me. “If you were a real roman, you’d know that.”

Amelia looked so pale, more so than a Scottish person was. Her ginger hair was partially pulled back in a ponytail, but was mostly left down. She was really working those white scrubs, even though they were, well, white scrubs. She had some tears on her cheeks, happy tears if her smile was to be believed. “Terra!”

“Amelia!” I cheered, running up to her. I wrapped my arms around her, making sure to be mindful of Melody. I was meeting Amelia Pond! The hug ended and I turned to her husband. Rory looked pretty good in that Centurion costume. “Rory!” I cheered, hugging him.

Rory would have hugged me back, but he had Melody in his arms. “Terra, I just saw you a month ago.”

I tilted my head. “Meh.” I partially winced, waving my hand in a so-so motion. Then, I smiled at Melody. “She is beautiful, Ponds.”

“Thank you Terra.” Amelia smiled at me.

“And a crying Roman is cool, wouldn’t you agree?” I asked.

Amelia nodded, looking to Rory. “Yeah. Crying Roman with a baby. Definitely cool.” She grabbed Rory’s head. “Come here, you.”

The two kissed. I winced, taking a step back. It was always weird watching these two make-out, even though it was on TV.

That was when I heard the Doctor’s footsteps. “Urgh. Kissing and crying. I’ll, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Rory pulled away from his wife, glaring back at the Doctor. “Oi, you. Get in here, now.” The Doctor accepted defeat, coming down the stairs to meet Baby Pond. I pulled out my phone, taking a quick picture once he pointed at Melody. “My daughter. What do you think?”

The Doctor grinned. “Hello. Hello, baby.”

Amelia spoke up. “Melody.”

The Doctor and Rory looked up at her, I smiled at the baby. “Melody? Hello, Melody Pond.” The Doctor corrected himself.

“Hi Mini Pond.” I cooed, lightly tickling the baby’s stomach. She swatted at me, but I kept going. Melody was just adorable!

“Melody Williams.”

“Is a geography teacher. Melody Pond is a superhero.”

“Well yes, I suppose she does smell nice.” The Doctor commented, apparently having a chat with the baby. “Never really sniffed her. Maybe I should give it a go. Amelia Pond, come here.”

The Doctor reached over, hugging Amelia and giving her head a whiff. I laughed. She smelled like strawberries and spice. Perks of having a partial werewolf nose.

“Doctor.” Amelia questioned.

“I’m sorry we were so long.” The Doctor said in an undertone.

“It’s okay. I knew you were coming. Both of you. Our boys.” Amelia smiled at me. I smiled back, even though I had only a faint idea as to what she was talking about.

Melody cooed. The Doctor calmed her. “It’s okay. She’s still all yours. And really, you should call her mummy, not big milk thing.”

“Okay, what are you doing?” Amelia laughed.

“I speak Baby.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I speak everything, don’t I, Melody Pond.” She gurgled. “No, it’s not. It’s cool.”

“Doctor? Take a look. They’re leaving.” The four of us looked up to see Vastra leaning over the metal railing. The Doctor walked up to the window. “Demon’s Run is ours without a drop of blood spilled. My friend, you have never risen higher.”

I frowned, not needing to look at Rory’s face to know it was gonna get so much worse.

“Why are you wearing those?” Amelia asked.

I turned to her, pretending to be confused. “What?”

“Those clothes. Why are you wearing them?” Amelia asked, a bit more forceful.

I shrugged, coming up with a quick lie. “Rory was a Roman, the Doctor was the Doctor, I wanted to be a ghost. There weren’t any bedsheets so I had to improvise.”

What? I said quick, not convincing.

Amelia almost glared. “I heard you screaming. Three days ago.” She stated.

I paused, glaring at the ginger. “Yes, Amy. Thank you. I really wanted the Doctor to know that.” I said under my breath. “I was just trying to find the right time.”

“Sorry, wait, your were here how long?” The Doctor said, rushing up to me.

Before he could get too close, I marched towards the door.

“Terra?” Rory called out.

“Terra?” Amelia added. “At least tell us what number you’re on!”

I scoffed, walking out of the room. “1!”

There was silence as I marched down the hallway. Time for work.

==PC==

Instead of taking a first look at the TARDIS, I just sat really close to it and did random things on my phone. I checked my texts just to make sure it was clear, I started up a list to say what order of episodes I went in. So far all it had was this one, not too great. Then I checked my contacts to see if any had been added thanks to the TARDIS.

When there weren’t any, I looked up at the blue box with a look of almost hurt. “Really? Why you gotta play me like that?” I asked.

The box didn’t answer.

There was nothing else really for me to do, not until I could get an actual minute alone with the Doctor. I looked down at my wrist, looking over the manipulator. The nanogenes had fused it to my skin, so there was little chance of getting it off. If they did, Kovarian had a failsafe installed to make sure I would die shortly after.

Evil bitch. She was just an outerspace nun, with stupid hair.

Wow. That was childish. Am I childish now? Great.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Rory suddenly said.

I glanced up from my manipulator, watching the couple with curiosity. They knew about my traveling about his timeline. How far back could I go? Would I end up all the way back on his first adventure, back on Gallifrey? Story I hope not. That would get problematic, seeing as I hadn’t seen Classic Who at all.

Hey, you try finding those episodes! The best I could get was Netflix, and that place was shit!

“She doesn’t like the TARDIS noise.” Amelia explained.

I snorted, looking back at my manipulator. River never did.

“I asked him to turn something off, but it was all, but I don’t want to punch a hole in the space-time continuum. Shush.” Amelia tried to quiet down her baby.

Speaking of River, what did she think of me? Who was I to her? I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on her, but come on who didn’t? Was I her sister, her best friend, dare I even say her wife? I’d be happy with any of the three.

Movements caught my attention. I looked over to see Jenny walking up with Strax. Shrugging, I continued looking over my manipulator. “Rory! The Judoon have escorted the Clerics out of the quadrant. Spitfires have returned to their own time. Captain Avery and his men are going. Is she alright?”

“Okay. This thing does not have any games on it. What is the point of you?” It took a quick look from Rory to tell me I had said that last part out loud. Oops.

“Yes, she’s just crying.” Amelia said as Melody started sobbing.

“Give her to me, human fool.” Strax demanded. I snorted. Ah, Strax, my favorite homicidal potato. He was in competition with Mr. Potato Head’s Angry Eyes, so it was close. “She needs changing.”

“I just changed her.” Amelia explained, gently bouncing the crying baby. “I think she might need a feed.”

“A feed, of course.” Strax held out his arm. “I’ll take care of everything.”

I snorted again, watching the scene a pleased smile. Wow, this was fun. “Er, I really don’t think you will, actually.” Rory said.

Strax was offended. “I have gene-spliced myself for all nursing duties. I can produce magnificent quantities of lactic fluid.”

“Roman’s got a sword, I wouldn’t push it.” I commented, silently pleased that I came up with something somewhat smart sounding.

I laughed loudly once Strax reached up to grab his own boob. That was just too much for me. Strax is the best.

The Doctor ran out from the TARDIS, the old cot in his hands. “She’s not hungry, she’s tired.” The Doctor put down the cot. “Sorry, Melody, they’re just not listening.” He pushed aside the mobile, making space for Melody to put placed in it.

“What’s this?” Amelia said, keeping a grip on Melody.

“Very pretty, according to your daughter.” The Doctor said, lightly brushing a finger on Melody’s cheek.

Rory was staring at the cot, apparently confused by it’s presence. “It’s a, it’s a cot.”

The Doctor blinked. “No flies on the Roman.” He held his arms out. “Give her here.”

Amelia smiled. She carefully passed Melody onto the Doctor. “Hey, there we go.” The Doctor held the small child, resting her down in the cot.

I got up from my seat, walking up to the small cot. My fingers danced along the side, feeling the old wood under my fingers. It was like it was calling out to me...it was a warm feeling, I might have to ask the Doctor about it later.

Rory turned to the Doctor. “But where would you get a cot?”

The next thing that caught my attention was the circular writing on the side. The TARDIS wouldn’t translate, but something about the circles made me smile. I traced one of the circles, careful not to make a mark. They were old

“It’s old. Really old.” Amelia tried to look at the Doctor’s eyes, but he was too focused on Melody. “Doctor, er, do you have children?”

“No.” He paused, face twisting in confusion.

“Have you ever had children?” Amelia asked, her voice soft.

The Doctor ran a hand in his hair. “No, it’s real. It’s my hair.”

I giggled again, standing up from the ground. I reached my hand inside the cradle, letting Melody grab ahold of my finger. “Nice job, Mini Pond.”

The baby smiled up at me, and then I wondered. Could I stop today? Could I tell the Doctor where Melody would be? If I told him that she was the Astronaut, he could find her and bring her home. Mels had said on the show that she turned into a newborn, so that would be kinda nice.

No. Melody was named after herself. As horrible as it sounds, there’s nothing I can do. Her fate is sealed. She’s already a flesh baby, so the only way to stop this it to stop Kovarian from leaving the base, since her’s would be the one with the real Melody inside of it.

Of course, we can’t do that now. She was probably the first to go.

I already established that I could do nothing. Why was I still thinking I could?

Because Terra doesn’t give up.

Have I really started to call myself by that name?

You know you love it. You would have chosen something like that anyway.

Arguing with myself on naming choices? Okay. I have said this before and I’ll say it again. I love new personalities.

Amelia apparently hasn’t given up. “Who slept in here?”

The Doctor and I ignored the question.

“Terra, you said this was your first day.” Rory brought up, although there was some hesitance.

I huffed, trying to hide any discomfort from that question. “Yes. It is. And?”

“Just, how do you already know so much?” Rory asked. “Like, who we are?”

Saved by the Silurian. “Doctor, we need you in the main control room.”

The Doctor stood up from the cot. I could see it in his eyes that it felt like being awakened from a daydream. “Be right there!” He shouted up at Vastra. He made his way to the staircase. “Things to do. I’ve still got to work out what this base is for. We can’t leave till we know.”

Amelia: “But this is where I was? The whole time I thought I was on the TARDIS, I was really here?”

The Doctor: “Er, Centurion, permission to hug?”

Rory: “Be aware, I do have a sword.”

The Doctor: “At all times. You were on the TARDIS, too. Your heart, your mind, your soul. But physically, yes, you were still in this place.”

Amelia: “And when I saw that face looking through the hatch, that woman looking at me.”

The Doctor: “Reality bleeding through. They must have taken you quite a while back. Just before America.”

Rory: “That’s probably enough hugging now. So her Flesh avatar was with us all that time. But that means they were projecting a control signal right into the TARDIS wherever we were in time and space.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, they’re very clever.”

Amelia: “Who are?”

Rory: “Whoever wants our baby.”

Amelia: “But why do they want her?”

The Doctor: “Exactly.”

Rory: “Is there anything you’re not telling us? You knew Amy wasn’t real. You never said.”

The Doctor: “Well, I couldn’t be sure they weren’t listening.”

Amelia: “But you always hold out on us. Please, not this time. Doctor, it’s our baby. Tell us something. One little thing.”

The Doctor: “It’s mine.”

Rory: “What is?”

The Doctor: “The cot. It’s my cot. I slept in there.”

Amelia: “Oh, my God. It’s the Doctor’s first stars.”

Rory: “She’s.”

(Amy wipes Melody’s dribble with the prayer leaf.)

Strax: “Drop your weapons. State your rank and intent. I found it listening at the door.”

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Lorna: “I heard her talking. This is a trap. Why would I lie to you?”

Rory: “Well, you might want to take a look at your uniform.”

Lorna: “The only reason I joined the Clerics was so I could meet the Doctor again.”

Jenny: “You wanted to meet him, so you joined an army to fight him?”

Lorna: “Well, how else do you meet a great warrior?”

Amelia: “He’s not a warrior.”

Lorna: “Then why is he called the Doctor?”

(The lights go out.)

Lorna: “It’s starting. Please, listen to me.”

Strax: “Confirmed. No life forms registering on this base, except us and the Silurians.”

Lorna: “The Headless Monks aren’t alive. They don’t register as life forms.”

(And one is creeping up on a Silurian warrior.)

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(The Monks are on the move. A white light cone appears around the Tardis.)

Amelia: “What’s that?”

Vastra: “A force field.”

Lorna: “And those are the doors locking.”

Vastra: “Apparently we’re not leaving.”

Rory: “Is that the Monks?”

Dorium: “Oh, dear God. That’s the attack prayer.”

Rory: “Quick, come with me.”

Vastra: “Commander Strax!”

Strax: “I’m trying to seal off this area of the lighting grid.”

Vastra: “This is where we’ll make our stand. Clear lines of sight on all approaches.”

(Rory hides Amy and Melody behind some boxes.)

Amelia: “Rory, no offence to the others, but you let them all die first, okay?”

Rory: “You’re so Scottish.”

Vastra: “Centurion, you’re needed!”

Lorna: “There should be some plasma pistols somewhere. They left everything.”

Strax: “Then find them, boy!”

Vastra: “She’s definitely a girl.”

Jenny: “Oh, stop it!”

Dorium: “We don’t have to fight them. I’m friends to the Monks. They know me.”

Rory: “Yeah, and they know you just sold them out to the Doctor.”

Dorium: “Oh, they’ll understand it’s only me. Only silly old me. You understand, don’t you?”

Vastra: “Mister Maldovar, get back here!”

Strax: “Arm yourself, fool!”

Rory: “Dorium!”

(Dorium walks into the darkness, arms outstretched. There is a swish of metal, and something falls to the floor.)

Vastra: “Mister Maldovar?”

Rory: “Dorium?”

(Two Monks escort the headless Dorium back into view.)

Vastra: “The child. At all costs, protect the child!”

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The Doctor: “Amy! Amy!”

The Doctor: “Amy!”

(Melody suddenly goes splat in Amy’s arms.)

Amelia: “Rory? Rory! Rory!”

(The Doctor is behind a locked door.)

The Doctor: “Amy, she’s not real! Melody, she’s a Flesh avatar. Amy!”

(The Doctor runs in. Everything is quiet.)

The Doctor: “Amy! Amy.”

Rory: “Yeah, we know.”

(The Monks are dead, and Strax is wounded.)

Strax: “It’s strange. I have often dreamed of dying in combat. I’m not enjoying it as much as I’d hoped.”

Rory: “Come on, Strax. Don’t give up.”

Strax: “It’s all right. I’ve had a good life. I’m nearly twelve.”

Rory: “Listen to me. You’ll be back on your feet in no time. You’re a warrior.”

Strax: “Rory, I’m a nurse.”

(The Doctor goes to where Jenny is comforting Amy.)

Amelia: “So they took her anyway. All this was for nothing.”

The Doctor: “I am so sorry.”

Jenny: “Amy, it’s not his fault.”

Amelia: “I know. I know.”

Vastra: “Doctor, there’s someone who wants to speak to you. Her name is Lorna. She came to warn us.”

(Lorna is also dying.)

The Doctor: “Hey. Hello.”

Lorna: “Doctor.”

The Doctor: “You helped my friends. Thank you.”

Lorna: “I met you once, in the Gamma Forests. You don’t remember me.”

The Doctor: “Hey, of course I remember. I remember everyone. Hey, we ran, you and me. Didn’t we run, Lorna?”

(Lorna dies.)

The Doctor: “Who was she?”

Vastra: “I don’t know, but she was very brave.”

The Doctor: “They’re always brave. They’re always brave.”

Vastra: “So, what now? They’d almost certainly have taken her to Earth. Raise her in the correct environment.”

The Doctor: “Yes, they did. And it’s already too late.”

Vastra: “You’re giving up? You never do that.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, and don’t you sometimes wish I did?”

There was a bright flash.

“Hello soldier, how goes the day?”

I squealed. “River Song!”

Yep. There she was. In all her awesomeness. I ran up to her, fangirling against my will. “Hi.”

River grinned. “Hello.”

I let out a squeal. “Oh my gosh. I’m fangirling. Don’t know how to stop. I love this. You are amazing.” I cheered.

River gave me her signature smile. “So are you.”

My jaw dropped. I kept smiling. “River Song just called me amazing. I love today. I met the Doctor, Amelia Pond, Rory Pond, the Doctor, Madame Vastra, Jenny, Strax, the Doctor, River Song, the TARDIS, and the Doctor in one day!”

River laughed. “You said the Doctor four times.”

“I did.” I nodded.

“Where were you?” The Doctor snapped, marching up to River. “Every time you have asked of me I was there. Every time you’ve asked, I have been there. Where the hell were you today?”

River: “I couldn’t have prevented this.”

The Doctor: “You could have tried!”

River: “And so, my love, could you. I know you’re not alright. But hold tight, Amy, because you’re going to be.” River took my hand. “And Terra, I know you’re frightened, and confused, but everything’s going to be okay.”

I nodded. “Okay.” I said. “If you say so, then I believe you. My life is in your hands, River Song.” I warned.

River smiled, though it was held back.

The Doctor: “You think I wanted this? I didn’t do this. This, this wasn’t me!”

River: “This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid. When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you’d become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. Doctor. The word for healer and wise man throughout the universe. We get that word from you, you know. But if you carry on the way you are, what might that word come to mean? To the people of the Gamma Forests, the word Doctor means mighty warrior. How far you’ve come. And now they’ve taken a child, the child of your best friends, and they’re going to turn her into a weapon just to bring you down. And all this, my love, in fear of you.”

The Doctor: “Who are you?”

River: “Oh look, your cot. Haven’t seen that in a very long while.”

The Doctor: “No, no, you tell me. Tell me who you are.”

River: “I am telling you. Can’t you read?”

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The Doctor: “Hello.”

River: “Hello.”

The Doctor: “But but that means-”

River: “I’m afraid it does.”

The Doctor: “Ooo. But you and I, we, we, we, er.” (kiss kiss)

River: “Yes.”

(The Doctor is getting all excited with anticipation.) The Doctor: “How do I look?”

River: “Amazing.”

The Doctor: “I’d better be.”

River: “Yes, you’d better be.”

The Doctor: “Vastra and Jenny, till the next time. Rory and Amy, I know where to find your daughter, and on my life, she will be safe. River, get them all home.”

Rory: “Doctor!”

Amelia: “No! Where are you going?”

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“It’s smaller on the outside.” I said. The Doctor gave me a flat look.

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“I’m...just gonna go...change.” I murmured, walking off towards...anywhere.

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Analyze.

The Doctor knows I am a Traveler. He knows this is all a TV show.

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Deduce.

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Conclusion?

I’m screwed.

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Now, I was wearing a better outfit. It had long faded jeans, with a brown belt and brown worker boots. I had a rose pink shirt on, with a jean jacket over it. Around my neck I had a white writer’s scarf.

My Infinity Bag was added to the look. So happy I brought it with me. It was isomorphic, so only I could access the Infinity-ness, others just ended up with a bag.

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I walked out, holding the strap to my bag nervously.

“So...” I shuffled my boot on the TARDIS floor nervously. “Hi.”

The Doctor looked over at me. This, heartbreaking look on his face. I hated it. It was a face I had a seen a hundred times while watching Doctor Who, and it made my what to get rid of it as fast as I could. “Hello.”

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

He gave me a smirk. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

I frowned. I walked up to him, despite my body saying not too. Once I reached him, I put my hands on the side of his face.

“Okay. Stop that.” I snapped. “Don’t you dare go all emotional on me. I’m gonna guess by the way you’re acting that I didn’t tell you a damn thing about where I started. I have a good reason, Manboy. Believe it or not.”

“What reason would that be?” The Doctor snapped. “You were tortured here! I could have saved you from it!”

“Maybe I’m being tortured right now!”

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“In two minutes, you managed to destroy any sort of sanity I had.” I told him. “Do you know how hard I have to work to keep my identity a secret from you lot? How much Planning I have to do so that my knowledge doesn’t look suspicious?” I was almost shouting. “And you come sauntering in, telling me you know it all. You know about the show, you know about me, you know that I came here to fix stuff.”

I pulled at my hair. “It’s...it’s the fastest any plan of mine’s fallen apart! My mind can’t handle it!”

The Doctor looked stunned.

“Yeah, maybe Future Me trusts you enough to tell you.” I shrugged. “But I don’t. And after this whole fiasco? I know it won’t be any time soon.”

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