A girl who is not sure she wants to remember... @indigo-johnson-blog - Tumblr Blog

"Alright Doctor, I think I got this damn thing working. You're coming back to get me right?"

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He hadn’t realized this would alarm her, so he quickly flipped the paper over. “He’s, er,” He’s the only family I have left, "Indigo, the place you were taken was a city in a place called Gallifrey. It’s another planet, in another galaxy. It’s where I am from. It’s where Harold is from. The symbol on your arm is Circular Gallifreyan, our language. It’s the symbol of Rassilon, and it’s supposed to mean great power. It’s said to ward off evil, but that’s long since been seen as a myth—" He paused, finally remembering the last place he’d seen the seal.

"Indigo, the last time I saw that symbol I was in great trouble, and the one who had it was sent to save me. And the man who wore it was this ‘Harold’ but that isn’t his real name. I thought he was dead. Whatever he did—whatever intentions he had with taking you to Gallifrey, I can only assume by past experience that it could not have been as foreboding as you may think."

He stopped talking for a moment, knowing it was a lot to take in. Knowing she probably wouldn’t believe him. Knowing this, and still unable to stop. “In Gallifrey, he goes by the Master. And I go by the Doctor.” He was tempted to say that they came in peace, but it was neither the time nor place for jokes.

[ I did a bit of research on the Seal of Rassilon ]

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"So the story you are going with is Harold is... from another planet....in another Galaxy... Were people just happen to sound British? and my Tattoo is how y'all write? Yeah ok" she said with a nod. Wasn't she the one supposed to be spinning the crazy story?

"It's far more believable that you both are crazy stalkers with some freak obsession with me..." She said with a nervous laugh as she rubbed the spot on her arm where the seal was emblazoned. Indigo still kept her eyes fixed on him, if the latter was in fact true she could be in danger. She wasn't even entertaining the idea of what he said being true. "The Doctor, was it? I was kidnapped and made to forget are you honestly trying to tell me it wasn't someone with malicious intent ?"

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He continued to sip at his drink, thinking. Harold. Where had he heard that name before?

It was entirely possible that she’d gone to Arcadia, of course. She had to have, otherwise she wouldn’t have heard of it at all, let alone sputter the name out from her memory. “What do you remember about Arcadia?”

As she told him what she remembered about his physical appearance, it jolted his memory a bit. The Doctor wasn’t at all sure of this, but it would make everything clearer. Aside from motive. He slipped his hand inside his jacket, taking out his psychic paper and flipping it open. A picture of the Master would be on it when she looked at it. “Was this him?”

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She shook her head, as she tried to take her mind back. "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to remember much of anything from that time, and part of me thinks maybe that's a good thing" she admitted

She was starting to feel uneasy with the questions he was asking but when he pulled the photo all the color drained from her face. She took a step back, her eyes on John. "Why do you have a photo of the man that kidnapped me 19 years ago? " she demanded, very much considering grabbing the shot gun the owner kept behind the bar. "Who the hell are you?"

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His hearts sank. Someone kidnapped her? It didn’t make any sense. Harold. Harold wasn’t even Gallifreyan. He sighed into the cup as he took another drink, the mystery he had never expected deepening and deepening.

But why would someone bring her to Gallifrey, only to bring her back? She didn’t seem harmed. Well, she had pink hair and was working in a bar, she had to be harmed in some way. He put the drink down, looking at her strangely, “You couldn’t have gone to Arcadia when you were five. What was that, about twenty years ago for you? Arcadia was destroyed long before you were even born…it doesn’t make sense,” He continued, trying to figure it out. Time travel itself made sense. But he was the only one who knew how to travel through time at this moment, even twenty years ago. How could someone have done it, let alone Gallifrey? Surely someone would have noticed. Time travel was regulated, visitors were regulated… “Harold. Harold. Harold who?”

The question itself was rhetorical. He was searching his mind, trying to remember all the Harolds he’d ever come in contact with. “Harold,” He said again, then turned to her. “You remember what he looks like?”

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She shook her head, "Maybe it was called something else..." She said honestly sad that tiny sliver of a memory hadn't actually been right. She scratched the back of her head and looked down at the floor. "None of it makes sense" She muttered, That was probably the point, she supposed. What ever happened she wasn't supposed to figure it out, Good old Harold had done a good enough job making her forget.

"I was 5, I didn't think to ask for a last name" she said before pushing off of the bar and resuming her cleaning of the already spotless bar top. " He talked funny, bit like you actually" That was the first thing she had said to describe him when she had come home. "he wasn't that tall and he had short hair and a beard, like he hadn't shaved in days. He was thin and well dressed " Indigo said with a sigh, shrugging once more. It had been 19 years since it all happened it wasn't like he would look the same now any way, lord knows she didn't.

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"Arcadia?" He pushed, grinning like a mad man. "You don’t happen to possess a pocket watch, do you? One passed down in your family, possibly? It’d have a lot of circles on it, like your tattoo."

"Indigo," He nodded. It was a colour. Was it a name? Then again he went by Doctor, and that was merely a profession. It was possible. It had to be possible. Humans didn’t just go to Gallifrey. Especially not now, and she couldn’t be more than…twenty-four? Twenty-five? He laughed at her pond joke, “Fascinating, Indigo…do they call you that because of your eyes? Or did you choose that name?”

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Her ear Perked up at the name, and she nodded. yes that had to be the word, but there was nothing else linked with the memory, just like the symbol. She could draw it in her sleep but she still didn't know what it meant. She frowned at John's excitement, then shook her head once more. "No, no watches, even if there was one my mother would have sold it a long time ago if it was old and note worthy." Her mother, would milk anything she could for money or fame or both. Lord the side show that her mother had turn her disappearance into was the on that too the cake, but Indigo hardly spent time with her any more.

"Yeah, it's for my eyes, It isn't as strange now but image a little 5 year old with eyes like this. The name kinda stuck and I'm glad I was never that crazy about being a Samantha..." she said a bit defensively

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"I have a rather open mind," He said truthfully, listening as she spoke. His eyes were barely off the tattoo—of course he knew what it was. It was in the first language he ever learned, and now it was on some woman in a bar in America. America? Of all places. Though, the Face of Boe had said he wasn’t alone. Was this what he was talking about? Was she this other Gallifreyan? But if she had the symbol of Rassilon on her, she couldn’t be any good news. Still, he had to know. “You’ve been drawing it since you were a little girl?” He asked. Maybe she was related to him. “What’s your name, then? I’m John Smith.”

"Oh, loads of travel advice. Depends on where you’re traveling. I’ve been almost everywhere. Where have you been?" He asked, wondering if possibly she’d say Gallifrey. She could mark it off as a country somewhere in Asia, say something like that in order to get him to not ask questions. Even though he would. He was always asking questions. He took another sip of the daiquiri before adding, "And I’ve got a pretty good control on time, so please, take your time with your story."

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She nodded at his question, " Yeah it's one of the few things I remember from a trip I took to...." She trailed off, it had been so long since she had even tried to remember anything from then. Some thing about this man was almost bushing off the cobwebs from that part of her memory. " to...Ar... Arca-Arcad...." she murmured to herself trying to find the word that was just out of reach. She shook her head with a frown, being dragged back out of her thoughts by his second question "Every one just calls me Indigo" she said, doubting greatly that John Smith was really his name, He didn't seem like a John Smith. "I haven't traveled every much, except for a couple crazy spring breaks I spent in Cancun. And I've visited a couple other states for concerts but I've never been across the pond as y'all say"

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"Doctor, I can't believe I'm actually on another planet, that your silly box actually worked... "

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He smiled at the banana-flavoured drink, sipping from it before answering her. “It gives you personality, that’s for sure. I’m more interested in that tattoo of yours, believe it or not. What’s your story? Every woman with a tattoo has a story.”

"Oh, London’s beautiful. One of my favourite places. You should defintely make time to go. Though I’d avoid it during Christmas, if I were you." He took another sip, two, eyeballing the tattoo. He laughed, "You’ll go from drastic heat to a rain that never ends."

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She looked down at the swirling mark she had inked onto her upper arm. "It's a long story" she said truthfully with a smirk. "and you probably even believe me if I told you."

She said leaning back against he counter behind her. " But I've been drawing this thing since I was a little girl." Also true. Indigo raked her fingers through her vibrant hair then shrugged. She had a nagging feeling that his questions were more than just simple bar chatter. It was almost like he knew what the symbol actually was and that was rather unsettling. "So no Christmasing in London, Any other Travel advice?" She asked trying to take the topic off of her.

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// I have nothing to do so I just spent like an hour editing a gif so that Indigo's hair is the right color