Forever, Always
Chapter 1
5 years B.T.W (Before the time war)
Palace of Citadel, Gallifrey
The palace bells rang, marking a new age. Gallifrey, a beautiful planet, was my home. The sun shone bright against the Arkytior. My father had the gardeners plant over 1,000 flowers (a little over the top). For me and my wife to walk through, people from all over the planet came to watch us exit the palace doors. But at that moment, all I could see and hear was her. Always her, forever and always. I finally looked away from her and waved at the people, my people. I looked at my wife, my queen, as she looked back at me, everything was perfect.
After several more minutes, we make it to a carriage where it will eventually take us to Southern Gallifrey, where She and I will spend a month, per tradition, together, in peace. As the world around us grows quieter, I look at her, “Have I told you how beautiful you look, love..?” I smile, she turns to me and gently holds my chin, “You’ve only told me 20 times already, my dear..” She gently brings me closer to her, rubbing shoulders as we travel a little under 25 miles to our destination. I take her hand softly and trace my fingers along her palm, ones caused by her experiments. “That one is new… You promised you’d be careful ####..” She looks at me and sighs, “I was… it just got a little out of hand.” She looks at you and sighs, a little annoyed about this talk on the happiest day of her life, “I’m fine, it’s fine. Now focus on my love… I want to hear the creative ways to have you tonight.. And every night for eternity..” I smile, scoffing at her scandalous talk, “Oh, you know what I like.” I smirk. Everything was perfect.
650 Years ATW (After the time war)
London, England
I kneel down and whisper a Gallifreyan prayer. 650 years ago, 649 years ago, I ran away. I ran away from my planet as a war raged through it. I didn’t make the choice, but I followed it. I let myself be led away from my people, the people I should've saved 650 years ago. I was a traitor to my kind, I was a traitor to my homeland. I gave myself my own nickname, ‘Traitor princess’. Before I was separated from my wife, 620 years ago, she told me I wasn't at fault, if anything, to blame her, the mad scientist she was. She was banished, and the Dalek came. I couldn’t live without her, and my people couldn’t live without me. If I had… *knock* I freeze as I hear the knock at my apartment door. I grumble and open it. It was Mrs. Floods, one of the only people on my street I didn't mind interrupting my solemn morning.
I look at her worried, “Mrs. Floods, is everything okay, hun?” She was an older lady, retired, mid-70s. She was always out and about, jogging at 5 am in the morning, bringing me cookies on my birthday. Which freaked me out the first time, I didn’t remember telling her that information, but maybe I had. Mrs. Flood looks softly at me, “I hope I’m not interrupting you, dear, but I couldn’t help but wonder if you say my cat. I’m afraid I thought I closed my door. Me and My Old Brain.” I smile sadly, “No, I haven't. But I can help you go look for…?” I wasn’t going to lie, I didn't know she had a cat, nor the name of said cat. Mrs. Flood doesn't keep me thinking for too long, “Whiskers, her name was Whiskers.” I nod, “Whiskers, I knew that...” I chuckle, “Give me a moment to change, and I'll go out and help look.” Mrs. Floods nod as I turn my back, and I don't notice her face changing emotions.
I quickly change and meet Mrs. Floods outside, and we start our search. I look around and click my tongue, looking for her cat. “Did he have any nicknames?” I turned to the older lady, but she only shook her head and kept looking around. As I continued walking in front of her, I didn't notice the way she looked at me. It was hard to describe, as she was a very difficult person to decipher.
After several hours of trying, we decided to call it a day, plus I could tell Mrs. Flood lacked the energy she had at the beginning of the search. “How about I try again before work tomorrow? I hope news arrives soon for you.” Mrs Flood nods, “Yes, very well. Thank you anyway, Sam.” I nod, a chill running down my spine, the way she said it reminded me of her. But I let it go, I had to, like she had let me go.
1 hour later
Home
I draw myself a bath and throw in a random bath bomb, god i needed it. Looking for a lost pet and dealing with grief, I needed alone time and hot water. I strip and step into the hot water. I lean on the ledge of the bathtub and close my eyes, letting the water lap around me. I slowly fall asleep, letting dreams wander into my mind.
“You really think you found a way ####?” My eyes go wide as i watch her rush around the lab room, mixing and pouring things into a container. “And you are 100% sure this is safe, and it isn’t going to kill me?” I ask my wife, a little skeptical. She rolls her eyes playfully, “I wouldn’t kill you dear, i only would do that if you *really* annoyed me. Plus it has to… we don’t have any other options.” I nod, and watch her put it into a syringe and walk over to the metal bed i was sitting on. “Is it going to hurt..” I look at the pointy needle. She shrugs, gently inserts it, and pushes down on the plunger, as it’s injected into my womanly parts. I whine gently, *heavily uncomfortable*. “Are you done yet..?” I peak, and i see her throwing the needle away. She nods and comes over to me, “Yes… and now we wait..” She rubs my cheek, “You’ll wait for me, right..?”
I gasp and come up from the water, i cough up the water and look around. I wipe the water from my face and pull the drainer. I stand up and grab my towel to dry off, and recollect my thoughts. It was just a dream. It was just a dream…