A/N: first lestat fic, oh boy. Trying my hand at getting his tone right in my writing but I donβt have it fully fleshed out yet at least to my liking (but Iβm also a perfectionist). Iβve only seen the show so donβt mind any inaccuracies to timelines or things like that. I intend to read the books I just gotta buy them.
Unedited || One-Shot
Synopsis
Before Louis, before Armand, and before Nicki - there was another in Lestats life. Another from before he was ever a vampire that now haunts his immortal life. But his mortal lover is gone - and so is that version of Lestat that they once knew.
Contains
The vampire lestat spoilers (episodes 1-4), title taken from βMagic Danceβ by David Bowie, reader is dead, or are they, possibilities for sequel, typical iwtv/tvl content, reader is from the 18th century, reader is French (sorry), no use of (y/n), Gabriella mentioned (only briefly).
While Louis may have been haunted by the spirit of Lestat during the first parts of his courtship of Armand, he wasnβt the only one. During New Orleans, during France, and during his big rockstar break - there was another damned soul that was haunted.
Lestat de Lioncourt knew a few things that were certain in his life and one of them was one he could never forget no matter how hard he tried.
Not like he wanted to try, anyways. He quite liked being visited by the souls of his past. At least, those that were wanted, anyways (Magnus could gladly fuck off for all he cared).
So when he begged asked Daniel Molloy to revisit the interview to get his side of the story, Lestat wasnβt surprised to hear her name be brought up.
He was just glad his mother was in the other room for when it was.
Not like she wouldβve minded, anyways. His mother adored his mortal lover and Lestat wondered if she loved her more than he did.
But he knew that was impossible.
His lover always had this sort of charm about her. A way to lure anyone around her man and woman. She was entirely lucky to have fallen into the hands of the once naΓ―ve Lestat de Lioncourt.
Not the other way around.
βLouis mentioned that you had a fling with a Frenchman named Nicki,β Daniel Molloy began as he sat on the familiar tour bus couch. βBut I did some digging of my own, and pulled out some records on her.β
From the insides of his leather jacket, Lestat watched from over his phone screen as he pulled out some old clippings. They were miniature versions of the portraits Lestat was more than familiar with. The familiar face, hair, and body was as clear as day in the vampires mind.
βYou were engaged.β Danny said point blank.
βAnd?β Lestat asked, sinking further into the arm chair across from Daniel.
βAnd? Thatβs all you have to say Mon Cher?β Her voice asked.
Lestat desperately tried not to look at the familiar figure leaning against the arm chair Lestat found himself in. What shouldβve been the feeling of warmth at another soul beside him, all Lestat could feel was cold. But being undead, that feeling sort of came with the packaging.
βIβm wounded.β
βAccording to her obituary, she was found drowned in the pond outside her family estate. So what, did you two have this grand Hamlet and Ophelia love story?β
βAh yes, the two lovers who went mad for their desire to each other only to die from your regular basis of miscommunication.β Lestat pointed out. βOr was that Romeo and Juliet?β
βNever did like the great bard.β Her voice pulled through his ears. βBut I did enjoy when youβd read them.β
βLouis never mentioned her. Whyβs that I wonder.β Daniel began, only to be cut off.
βOh, Louis this and Louis that. He doesnβt always know everything.β Lestat said. βHeβs the one who spent 70 years with the fuck cloud Armand.β
Lestat stared as he felt the eyes of Daniel glaring at him. Sure, was Lestat being avoidant? Possibly. But thatβs what Lestat did best. Canβt blame a man for doing what he knows.
βYou were turned in 1779. But it says here little miss Frenchie died in 1775. What happened?β Daniel asked with a sigh.
Truth be cold, the cold feeling he felt wasnβt entirely from his undead soul, or the deceased figure of his mortal lover behind him. Well, mostly on that second one. He could feel the went sinking feeling of her skin against his back, crawling its way up his spine. She wore the same nightgown that haunted him as he found her deceased that cold winter night.
He often thought it was his fault that she drowned. Before Lestat was turned, he was kept up for many nights wondering if she simply didnβt want to marry him and found no other escape out except by a tragic fate worse than death.
Now heβs accepted that death is just apart of human nature.
They were always so simply - humanity. He was so simple. Sure, she made Lestat better in some ways - but she also is apart of why heβs the person he is today. They were both as wild and uncaring as the other and her family was equally as fucked up as his.
He still remembers finding her cold body like it happened yesterday. He remembers the numb feeling heβs now grown used to as he brought her back inside, waiting for the doctor to come only to tell them what Lestat already knew.
It was all for naught.
βYouβre keeping Danny boy waiting, Mon Cher.β She called out.
βOh, you know.β Lestat waved his hand. βShe couldnβt handle the mere thought of living. Simple as that.β
βSimple, really?β Daniel asked, clearly not buying Lestats bullshit.
βSimple.β Lestat said, getting up from his seat like a cat waking up from its nap. βSimple as all things are in life. Thatβs what she was. Simple. Thereβs a reason Louis didnβt know her, Daniel. Thatβs all there is to it.β
As Lestat walked away from Daniel, he couldnβt help but think back on how very un-simple their relationship truly was. She was a spitfire of life that pulled the stuttering Lestat out of his shell. She didnβt care who she upset as long as it proved her to be in the right. She was his voice in the age where he could not find his own. She was his light at the end of the tunnel - no matter how boring that saying has become.
Lestat would never see that light. All he knew was living - if youβd even call it that.
βIβm disappointed, darling.β Her voice called sweetly though the room.
Now alone - at least to the world around him - Lestat could focus on the other things more important than Danielβs little story.
βCalling me simple. If I recall, you once called me extraordinary.β
βGo away.β
βOh, but you donβt mean that.β She pouted. βYou crave me here. Thatβs why I havenβt left. Thatβs why Iβm still a vision in your head. All this pulling around you and yet, Iβm still here. I can never die - not truly. Not while those who know my story are still around.β
βYou drowned. Thatβs simple.β Lestat said as he slinked into another chair. βEverything about this is just that- simple!β
At his outburst, Lestat was able to now see the real world around him. She was gone. Her absence of a presence reminded him of her fate that he couldnβt get out of his damned head. But somewhere deep within his undead heart, Lestat could still feel her all around him.
A/N: I promise I have other fics planned that arenβt songfics. These are just the easiest to get out of my head rn. Although, this one isnβt as much of a song fic as it is mostly just based off the lyrics.
Unedited || One-Shot
Synopsis
"I can't decide, whether you should live or die. Oh, you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry. No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, It's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, We're going for a ride."
Contains
Reader basically takes Danielβs place (theyβre not as stupid though), typical iwtv content, torture, Louis mentioned, toxic relationship (what else do you expect), Assads beauty should be a warning in itself, author has only seen the show so ignore any book inaccuracies, show spoilers, no use of (y/n)
The last few days were nothing but a hazy blur of events.
Knowing that vampires existed, and seeing immortal beings before my very eyes was something I did not expect to happen in my lifetime. I wasnβt technically looking for any trouble. I was just out wandering San Francisco, then the next thing I knew everything went black.
I thought I was dead. For a brief, sliver of a second, I felt like the world around me was nothing but atoms and dust. So when I saw the blurred figure of a man walking in front of me - I truly believed he mustβve been some kind of angel.
Some weird, beautiful, fucked up version of an angel.
But he wasnβt an angel, not really. He was a blood thirsty vampire who could kill me at any moment.
I didnβt know his name. Throughout the endless days I now spent inside the small apartment I never once heard him utter a name. There was, on occasion, a mention of someone named Louis. The dark haired beauty said something about him being out of town. Based on what little I could gather about my situation, I couldnβt help but wonder if they couldβve been lovers.
So then why was he so intent on keeping me alive when I served no purpose to him?
βI know what youβre thinking.β His voice called out from the corner of the room.
My hands and feet were bound to a simple wooden chair. I could feel the cracked, achy feeling of the blood drying on my face and my entire body felt sore. I could barely lift my head to look at the very man who cursed my presence for being here.
βWhile I appreciate the compliments,β he said, moving off from where he leaned against the kitchen counter. I watched with a glare as he pulled a spare chair in front of me. βI can still sense the anger behind them.β
βWhy am I still here? Why wonβt you just kill me already? Drain me dry for all I care.β I said through gritted teeth.
He said nothing as he forced my chin to have me look him in the eyes. His big, unnaturally red eyes bore into my own. I felt as if though he could see everything in my soul as he looked straight through me.
βI cannot see your life just by looking at you.β He said, once again reading my thoughts. βBut I did see parts of your life as I drained you earlier.β
βSo why didnβt you just kill me? You got your fulfillment. You got your food and you could have more. I donβt mean anything to you.β
βSee, thatβs where I believe you might be wrong.β He said, finally taking his palm off my face. I watched with what little strength I had as he moved to circle me like a hawk.
βI believe you have something far greater inside of you.β I found myself surprise as I felt him untying the ropes that bound me.
I could try and fight. As soon as he let me go I could make a run for it. But did I really have the strength to go up against someone I didnβt even know their full power of?
βI wouldnβt do that, if I were you.β He said, tightening his grip on me.
βI really hate when you do that.β I said, βGetting into my mind.β
βYour mind is so loud. I couldnβt stop it even if I tried.β
After untying me, I couldnβt even try and run if I wanted to. My entire body felt weak and numb as I now sat with him at the kitchen table. A basin of water was to my right as he cleaned me up from the wounds he himself made. A part of me felt as if though he was pretending as if he didnβt do any of what just occurred.
βWhy wonβt you let me go?β I asked him as I felt the damp cloth against my face.
βThere are some things far greater beyond a simple answer.β
βBasically meaning you wonβt tell me.β
He stared at me as he continued to clean some of the blood from my face. I wish I could get into his mind as easily as he did my own. I wanted to know why he bothered keeping me alive.
βIn short, yes. But, you will find out soon enough.β
βBut not by you?β
βNo. When your head is cleared, and your mind is free. It is only then when you will understand everything about what occurred here.β
There was something more about his words that I couldnβt quite place. As if there was some kind of double meaning hidden between the lines. But my mind was a million different places at once. I couldnβt decipher his words now even if I tried.
βPlease.β I said, unsure of what I was even begging for anymore.
βWhile I enjoy seeing you beg for your life, there is no need to do so.β He said, moving his palm against my cheek as the cloth now remained forgotten. βIf I wanted you dead, you wouldnβt be here.β
βSo, why keep me here.β I asked as I felt his thumb against my cheek.
It shouldβve been calming. It shouldβve been a comforting feeling one gets when sad or hurt. But coming from him, I felt a strange sense of fear deep inside my bones.
The stranger said nothing. His words had become silenced as his red eyes bore deep into mine, hand still caressing my cheek. I was curious as to where things were going. I wanted to know what his ancient mind was thinking as he debated whether my life was worthy or not.
But my mind was weak, and so was my body.
Which is why I didnβt bother to fight as I felt him pull my body into his and I felt the sharp pain of his fangs against my neck. I didnβt have the energy to fight as I could feel the blood slowly draining from my already weak body as he held me close to his tall figure.
As he released from my neck, I could see my vision slowly becoming spotty as his face came back into view. His lips were covered in my blood as something dark setting within his eyes. It was something I hadnβt seen in him before, and I didnβt want to know the meaning as I weakly stared back.
A/N: yes, itβs another songfic. I canβt help but associate this song with nine every time I listen to it. I also feel like itβs very fitting for the second episode.
Unedited || One-Shot
Synopsis
βBe still, my indelible friend. You are unbreaking. Though quaking, though crazy. That's just wasteland, babyβ
Contains
Based on 01x02 (The End Of The World), no Rose Tyler, fluff, gender neutral reader, no use of (Y/N), nine my fav underrated NewWho Doctor, Doctor who spoilers (obvi), lowercase intended, 21st century reader.
when i agreed to start traveling with the doctor, there were many things i expected to change in my life. after all, what can one expect when they begin traveling around the universe with an alien in a blue box? but the deep feeling i still get inside me at the concept of actually seeing the things iβve seen still catches me off guard.
we had managed to stop cassandra. we stoped the ship from overheating (at the cost of some friends lives) and we, once again, saved the day. though, of course, the doctor did most of the heavy lifting. i was clever in my own right, but he knew all the right ways to make sure things donβt go wrong.
looking out of the observatory into the vastness of space, i wanted desperately to turn away. i wanted to stop watching the great big ball of gas we call a sun as it expanded into a million pieces. i wanted to stop watching the life of my planet die. however, i guess one could technically consider the fact it wasnβt exactly my planet. we were billions of years in the future, who knows how much itβs changed since my time?
βhow are you feeling?β the doctors voice asked as he walked into the room.
i didnβt even need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel him watching before he even spoke a single word. it was constantly as if though an invisible string was tugging us along. i could always feel whenever he was nearby.
βitβs strange. an entire planet just dying right before my eyes. and here we are watching it as if itβs just something on the telly.β
i could see him out of the corner of my eye. he was standing beside me now as we looked out at the view before us. i desperately wanted to move closer to him, yet i kept telling myself to hold back.
he was watching me. i hadnβt been on many adventures with him quite yet, but i never wanted this feeling to go away. it was a strange and magnificent feeling but also dark and dangerous. i understood why he kept doing all of this.
βwe can always go. the tardis isnβt too far away.β
βi said it was strange. i never said i wanted to leave.β
that the cloud and the cold, and those jeans you have on
βi knew i picked you out for a reason.β the doctor grinned.
βlike, thatβs my planet, yes. but itβs not really my planet, is it? itβs changed thousands of times since iβve seen it. who knows what it was like down there.β
βah, yes, but hereβs the thing: you humans always go back to your factory settings. things come and go and yet they always turn around the same way in the end. just a few patches were done along the way. billions of years in the future and some things never change.β
βno, I guess they donβt, do they?β
Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs
βall of time and space is at your disposal. how can you move past seeing so many planets and civilizations die out?β i asked him after a small pause.
the doctor sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. βtruth is, there are parts of you that donβt move on. but all you have to do is keep moving, keep looking ahead. humans are all still out there, running around. youβre living far beyond youβve ever seen and an entire universe is at your hands. you never stop growing.β
βso, what youβre saying is that itβs the little things?β
βin a way, sure.β he shrugged.
another pause grew into our conversation, yet it was a welcome feeling. it was comforting in a way i couldnβt quite explain. the doctor was here, beside me in the vastness of space as we watched the sun die before our very eyes. it should drive me away, this danger. but i couldnβt help but want to crave more.
βdo you want to go?β the doctors asked after a few minutes passed. i could tell from his voice that he truly didnβt care if we left, yet he was only asking for my sake.
βjustβ¦ letβs stay here for just a little bit longer.β i said.
below us, the sun was dying. i couldnβt help but pull myself closer to the strange alien beside me, putting my hand into his. the doctor didnβt move. he didnβt acknowledge it yet, he didnβt pull away either as i felt his hand grip my own.
A/n little bit shorter than I usually write but Iβm obsessed with this song rn. All my fics will eventually also be on ao3 but Iβm avoiding my laptop rn due to the amount of pain in my neck
unedited || one-shot
Synopsis
βAnd my resolve is sinking like a stone. What would I even say? I guess it's something that just never goes awayβ
Contains
Angst, pre-Project Hail Mary, college era Eva & Reader, no use of (Y/N), both parties are in love but the world is against them, lesbians, βmaybe in another life,β Typical 90s homophobia, possibilities for sequel maybe?
βCause I'm stupid and I'm damaged, and you're a disaster.
I know I shouldnβt be here. I know I should get up and leave but I couldnβt bring myself to do so. It was like a drug I simply couldnβt get enough of. When you know itβs bad, and you know you should stop, but you simply canβt bring yourself to do so.
The icy autumn rain was like fire against my cheeks as it pelted down. My hands were shoved into my coat pocket, buried to the very end as the wind blew around me. I could hear the rustle of the bare boned boughs above me like a sound from a symphony, drawing me near.
When I initially decided to come to college, I knew things would drastically change in my life. I just didnβt expect that change to be from a single person.
A woman who I had helplessly fallen in love with and ached whenever she was gone. A pale pulsed feeling in my heart that seemed to soar on those quiet nights when one of us would sneak into the otherβs dorm. Usually, it would be hers - Evaβs. I didnβt care if I had to run to the other side of campus every night and every morning when Iβd want to see her. I didnβt care if my roommate questioned where I went to every other night. I just wanted her.
We had called it off once before. Well⦠technically twice. Neither of us could stand the hurt of having to hide each other. Why should a world who claims to love one another be so against the simple act of two women together as more than friends? Why should we be subjected to our feelings at the cost of others? We tried to make it work. We tried to fight and keep stuff hidden, but secrets always have a way of coming to light.
When we began dating Freshman year, both of us were naΓ―ve. Eva was a young student studying history while I was full of energy trying to study chemistry. We were paired together on a project for English and hit things off straight away.
The first time our relationship ended, it had only been a month.
Neither of us knew how to sort things out between us. It was a whole new world we were experimenting with and I simply was too much of a coward to make things work.
It was a constant cycle of one of us thinking we didnβt deserve each other and trying to end things.
But now, now we both knew what we wanted. We both craved each other like kindling and fire. We knew we were able to work things out and had hope to pull through until graduation a few months away.
Our love was a never ending circle that always came back to the same point. Always coming back to the same way it began, and the way it would end.
βYou shouldnβt be out here.β Evaβs familiar voice echoed from behind me. βYouβll catch a cold.β
βI just wanted to feel something.β I shrugged, looking over at the familiar redhead beside me.
When you walk into the room, oh, none of it matters
Oh, baby, I just buckle my resolution in tatters
I wanted to cave in so badly. I wanted to ignore the barren park around us and bring her face into my own. I wanted to hear the crunching of leaves beneath both of our feet walking out together. But the sound of cars driving nearby reminded me of why we chose to meet here in the first place.
The rushing water below us added to the symphony of nature as I tried to ignore the achy hurt inside of me. So many animals were known to have queer relationships. Nature didnβt care, so why should we?
But the world didnβt seem ready for it yet. They would never be ready, but we couldnβt help but try.
βWe couldβve canceled.β Eva said, taking in the weather around us.
βCould we?β I asked, knowing the truth.
We already canceled this conversation five times before we agreed. We tried to push it back as much as we could but neither of us could take the pain any longer.
βNo.β Eva said after a brief pause.
βWe canβt keep doing this anymore, Eva.β I said, my voice breaking with the wind.
βCause I know it won't work, but make it ache, make it hurt
βWeβve tried that already.β I finished.
βDoesnβt make the feeling hurt any less.β
βNo.β I breathed out. βIt doesnβt.β
βSo is this it then?β Eva asked, turning to now face me. βIs this the conversation we put off for so long?β
I'm not better than this, show me what I'm worth
βWhat else is there to say? We both know what needs to happen-β
βBut neither of us want it.β
βNo. But it seems the world is against it, us, I mean.β
βWe can fight against the world.β
βCan we? Can we take the pain both of us try to keep hidden for so long?β
I wanted to ignore the logical side of me. I wanted to sink into Evaβs embrace and ignore the reality around us. Reality was overrated, anyways. We both wanted each other desperately in ways that we simply couldnβt cope any longer. We knew this feeling would bring nothing more than pain and hurt, yet we kept coming back to it.
βNo.β Eva said, turning to face the river below us. The bridge wasnβt very high, yet it still made things feel much further.
Further from each other.
We were so close to one another, yet still stood on opposite sides. We knew what would happen if we came to close. The feeling inside of us would sink into that beautiful want and weβd both be back to square one.
Keep me a secret, choose someone else
βWhat will you do after graduation?β I asked, trying to keep Eva here a little bit longer.
βIβm not sure. I thought I did, but now I donβt know.β
Heavy silence caved in between us. Truthfully, we had ran out of things to say before either of us got here. We both tried to hang onto each other a little bit longer, but like all things they must end. Graduation was only a few months away and after that the chances of us seeing each other again were slim. We were both in completely different fields. We never shouldβve met in the first place, yet we still found ways to find each other.
Part of me hoped that would continue on after this mess was over.
I was glad for the rain continuing to fall around us. It made the fact I was crying much easier to hide, yet Eva most definitely knew. She always knew when something was wrong. Yet this time, neither of us could say anything about it.
βI have class in twenty minutes.β Eva said, breaking the silence. βI shouldβ¦ I should go.β
I'll still be here hanging off, I'm hanging off
βAlright.β I croaked, finding myself unable to say anything else.
βIβllβ¦β Eva began, only to trail off. βGoodbye.β
I couldnβt bring myself to watch. I could bring myself to turn from the scenery in front of me as she walked back in the direction she came. I wanted to scream. I wanted to call back and tell her that we could try again.
But I knew it would be all worth nothing as the world around us seemed to shift in a way I tried to avoid for so long.
The buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt
Buckle on your belt
Eva Stratt may now be just a haunting melody of a distant past, but it would be one Iβd find myself singing for a very long time.
A/N: this is my first time posting so please enjoy. I couldnβt get this idea out of my head and finally caved
Unedited || One-shot
Synopsis
After crashing the Tardis into the Hail Mary, reader now finds themself aboard a ship with an eridian and a human who doesnβt know how he got there. Unable to depart due to the state of their Tardis, reader spends some time aboard the Hail Mary to assist the astrophage problem between the two while slowly falling in love with the blonde haired scientist in the process.
Contains
Minor phm spoilers, doctor who spoilers (mostly about the Time War), time travel, fluff, regeneration (reader), author is an English major who doesnβt know science, cuteness, rocky mention, author has only watched movie so sorry for book inaccuracies, no use of (Y/N), gender neutral reader.
Trying to get used to having Rocky on board was certainly a challenge. For a creature so small youβd think heβd have some sense of personal space, yet it feels like heβs everywhere. The man (?) canβt even get out of his enclosure for Christβs sake! The cockpit was one of the few spaces I found myself when I needed a little bit of me time while aboard the ship.
Did I spend years in space alone trying to get to Tau-Ceti before stumbling across Rocky? Sure.
Was it great to finally not be alone in this big empty space? Also sure.
But there are some things you start to miss you didnβt realize were so precious before.
There were days during our flight to Tau-Ceti that went by slower than others. There wasnβt much to do other than try and figure out the parts of myself that were missing and simply waiting. Iβd never been quite good at waiting despite being a science teacher. Youβd think Iβd be better at it.
βBlip A Detectedβ
βYeah, I knowβ I said to Mary after shoving some more ramen into my mouth. βRockyβs in the other room.β
βBlip A Detectedβ
βWhat is blip A, question?β Rockyβs voice called out.
βSecondary life form.β I called out. βLike you.β
βBut Rocky is already on ship, statement.β
βThatβs what makes me curious.β
βBlip A Detectedβ
βAlright!β I said, putting my food to the side. βWhatβs for you so worked up now?β
Navigating the same way upon meeting Rocky, I was quite surprised to see another blip onboard the Hail Mary. Except, unlike last time, they were already on board.
βOh.β
βOh, what question? Why Grace say Oh?β
I furrowed my brows. βIt seems weβve got company.β
Readers POV
Smoke.
Everything around me was a great big ball of smoke.
The Tardis was a complete disaster as wires hung from the ceiling, parts of the wall hung off in all directions and different parts lingered in places they shouldnβt be.
The Time War was nothing short of an escapee. Being able to snag one of the spare Tardisβ just before the whole planet went to dust was certainly a spot of luck.
But grabbing a Tardis from the repair deck was probably not the best idea.
Coughing, I stumbled towards the doors of the once white interior. I could feel my regeneration process beginning - and it was something I tried to avoid until I got somewhere safe. I wasnβt sure how long it was being held back, but I knew I couldnβt prevent it for much longer.
Not unless I wanted to die.
Opening the doors of the Tardis, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself on board what seemed to be another ship. The doors closed behind me, disguising itself as just another storage closet on board as I looked around my new surroundings.
Space.
Certainly space. It was an easy feeling to guess as I felt the ship moving beneath my feet. The air around me felt lighter despite the gravity working as it would on earth.
And by earth standards, it certainly looked like a 21st century vessel.
Hearing a sound coming from the tunnel to my right, I found myself even more right at the sight of a human coming into view. What did confuse me, however, was the sight of an Eridian beside him in a ball like enclosure.
It makes sense, of course. Eridians canβt survive in oxygen based atmospheres. Itβs curious they were even able to connect in the first place.
The human was tall, and I found myself thinking he was lucky to not be banging his head everywhere on the ship. He wore a knit fox cardigan along with some basic science shirt matching with a pair of jeans. His glasses were hanging off his face and his blonde hair was messy on top his head.
βUh, hello?β He said, looking at me weirdly. βYou donβt- you donβt look alien?β
I furrowed my brows. βDonβt look alien? What do you mean by that?β
A surge overcame me, knocking out my breath as the effects from escaping the Time War finally began to kick in. I grabbed onto the wall beside me as I tried to catch my breath.
βGrace, what wrong!β The Eridian asked, panicked at my state. βWill they die!β
βNo.β I said, strained. βNot die, no. Justβ¦ a bit of a change is all. Oh, thatβs never a fun feeling.β
βWait- whatβs going on?β The man - Grace asked.
βRegeneration.β I breathed out, clutching my side.
βWhat? Regeneration for what?β
βWhat is Regeneration, question?β Rocky asked.
βItβs sort of like dying, except I just get a new face. Like er, a starfish. Itβs usually a simple process but Iβve been holding it in for much too long now.β
βYou mean, you just get a whole new body?β Grace asked.
βPretty much. Iβd suggest you both look away unless you wish to go blind.β
βRocky canβt go blind, statement.β
I didnβt give the Eridian time for me to reply before I felt a great burst of energy surge through me. Being on the younger side of time lords - I had only gone through the regeneration process two other times. If it werenβt for the Time War, I likely wouldnβt have gone through it at all at this point in time.
Everything inside me felt weird. Feeling a whole new process of limbs and cells changing inside you was never something that was easy to get over. I felt my features shrink and grow as my new body appeared, healing all the wounds on me. But it was only the exterior wounds. The one buried deep inside were never enough to fade away with the new face. Because all that was locked inside your brain. And my brain was the one thing that could never change.
As the process ended, I felt a great big rush of energy course through me as I felt my new skin, excited for what adventures this face would bring.
βHello!β I grinned at the two, hearing the sound of my new voice echo around the room.
βNow, if youβll excuse me.β I said before the world went dark.
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It had now been a few weeks of traveling aboard the Hail Mary. Grace and Rocky had both filled me in on their mission of trying to get to Tau Ceti-E. I knew about the astrophage problem. I had read about it when I was in the academy, but for the life of me I couldnβt remember how they managed to fix it. The knowledge of all and time and space yet its completely wasted due to simply how much of it there is.
I managed to explain to the duo about myself. Grace was quite perplexed at how I look so human despite clearly changing my entire face in front of him. I had to explain to him all the tricky details of Time Lord biology to which he didnβt believe me until he felt my two hearts.
Rocky was equally excited to speak to another intelligent life form. He liked to poke fun at Grace at how we were so much more smarter, yet I couldnβt help but admire Graces brilliance while we were aboard the space craft.
He could barely remember anything about himself yet heβs navigated an entire space mission alone. Humans always needed somebody else. It was simply apart of who they were. But Grace spent so much time alone even if it was in a coma. Itβs a wonder heβs even held on with having two aliens now on board.
Due to the disaster my Tardis has gone through, the healing time for her has increased significantly. She can of course fix herself up if she get hurt too much, but this was a whole other level of damage. Iβve been wanting to help Grace and Rocky with their astrophage problem but I also need to fix my Tardis to get wellβ¦
Somewhere.
I couldnβt exactly go home, could I? It was all gone now. I tried not to think of it much while on board the Hail Mary, but there were moments where the grief got to me. I couldnβt feel anyone in my head. As far as I could tell, everyone had died in the time war. A part of me hoped that perhaps there was still someone else, but I knew the chances of that were low.
I eventually managed to distract myself by working on the underside of the console for my Tardis. I would need to eventually make my way out once this was all over. But the short amount of time Iβve spent with Grace and Rocky certainly made it hard to want to leave.
It was even harder knowing I didnβt have anyone else to escape to.
βKnock, knock.β Grace said, knocking on the side of the Tardis doors.
Showing Grace and Rocky the destructed interior of my ship was certainly a journey. Rocky couldnβt help but complain about how much of a mess it was - to which I agreed. Itβs certainly gotten better as she begins to heal herself, but there was still a lot of progress to be done.
Meanwhile, Grace was amazed at the Tardis and the way she worked. Despite most of the mechanics like the communication module being broken. When I found out, I was even more amazed at Graces brilliance when he explained how he managed to communicate with Rocky.
There were so many things about this simple human I couldnβt help but admire.
But there were also feelings I tried desperately to push down the longer I spent on the Hail Mary.
Remembering the reason my thoughts trailed in the first place, I pushed myself out from under the console to see the face of Grace walking up to me. I pulled myself up on my elbows, watching with curiosity as he stepped into my Tardis.
βUh, Rocky thought we should check on you. Youβve been in here for quite a while.β Grace said, scratching the back of his neck.
βHave I? How long has it been?β
βAccording to Earth?β Grace asked, making me nod.
That was a whole different conversation with Rocky we had to have with Grace.
βTwo days.β
I raised my brow in surprise. βTwo days, really? Certainly doesnβt feel like it. How long until we reach Tau Ceti-E?β
βThanks.β I said, standing up to lean against the now golden console. βSheβs getting there. Before long sheβll be ready to leave whenever.β
βSo itβs like, a truly working Time Machine? Like Back to The Future kind of stuff?β
I hummed. βPretty much. Can go anywhere and everywhere I need her to go. Of course, right now I canβt do much with her. She was already in quite a state of disrepair when I ahem, stole her.β
βYou stole a ship?β Grace asked in surprise.
βWelllll. More like temporarily displaced. Althoughβ¦ thereβs not much left for her to return to.β I winced.
βWha- what do you mean not much left?β
I sighed. Throughout all my explanations to Grace and Rocky about my Time Lord side, I desperately tried to avoid the mention of what happened to Gallifrey. If I could ignore it, I could pretend for just a moment it would still be there when I left.
But I knew the truth.
βMy planetβ¦ itβs well, gone.β I shrugged, avoiding eye contact.
βGone?β
βYup.β I said, popping the βP.β βGone. Nada. Doesnβt exist. Erased. Kaput.β
βWhat will you do then? when you leave, I mean.β
I paused. That was another thing I had tried to avoid thinking about.
βIβm not sure yet.β
βYou couldβ¦β Grace stumbled on his words. βYou could always stay with us, I mean. This mission was supposed to have a scientist, engineer, and pilot and well, we have me, Rocky, and if you wantβ¦ you.β
I returned my focus to Grace. It had been a long time since someone needed me for something that wasnβt just fighting. To Time Lords, you werenβt much to them unless you had something to offer. There were stories of Time Lords who tried to get out of their grasp only to be exiled in the process. I tried desperately to not let that happen to me.
My breath hitched, looking at Grace with eyes full of emotions. There were moments when Iβd escape from my Tardis and onto the Hail Mary where Iβd find him and Rocky in the lab. I always enjoyed the moments of laughter I would get from him. It was nice to not be alone for once.
βYeah?β I asked, suddenly feeling warm.
βYeah.β He nodded, also turning nervous as he shook his fingers through his hair.
I could feel my hearts beats growing rapidly. What was this I was feeling? Iβve experienced so much in my long life, yet this feeling of nervousness was something new growing inside me like a pesticide. But unlike with pesticides, I didnβt want it to go away.
I noticed myself feeling this way about a week ago when Iβd be around Grace. I kept noticing the little habits of his, watching his movements out of the corner of my eye. I kept telling myself it was to make sure he didnβt end up hurting himself. But maybe there was another reason why I kept being drawn to him.
βYouβre always welcome aboard the Hail Mary. Even if you er, did stumble in by mistake.β Grace said.
βYou know,β I began. βSometimes I think the Tardis takes you to places where you are meant to be in. Not the places you want to go.β
βWhat do you mean by that?β Grace asked, furrowing his brows.
βJustβ¦ Maybe I was meant to come on board the Hail Mary.β
βWhat, like fate?β
βSome weird, twisted version of it, sure.β I shrugged.
I looked up at Grace, not noticing how we seemed to have slowly moved towards each other during our conversation. It always seemed to be like this. Despite being stuck on a ship where personal space didnβt exist, it seemed like it was a different step between Grace and I. Arms always brushed up against each other despite there being plenty of room in the lab. Always seemed to be in the same places even if I spent days inside my Tardis. It was as if though we were two ends of a magnet constantly being pulled towards each other.
βSoβ¦ does this mean youβll stay?β Grace asked, looking deep into my eyes.
βIf youβll have me.β I said.
βAlways.β
Grace and I still had so much to learn before we could become what we both seemed to want, but this was a start. And despite our journey still being no where close to done, I knew that something new was beginning to brew.
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