#undermyprotectxon

[bananasbadgirl]

When Megan entered her office on Gallifrey there was already someone sitting in her chair.

“Good afternoon, Chancellery Helpdesk, how may I assist you?”

Missy looked up from a virtual display and beamed at the Guardian, showing a surprisingly predatory smile. 

“Oh, it’s youuu,” she chirruped. “You’re the one in charge, not the assassin one who hates herself. I see you’ve been making yourself busy mopping up the revolutionary stragglers. How’s the leg?”

@undermyprotectxon

[wildchildofgallifrey]

“I heard you were getting reports of another rogue guard in the system. Woman who keeps disappearing and waving strange credentials. I thought I’d save you a job and turn myself in.”

Laila placed a small, round piece of metal in front of Megan. It was a Lord President’s seal, but not the one forged for Rassilon. This was an object that at this point in time had only recently been created, yet the one sitting before Guardian Samuels had aged a few hundred years. The Seal of the Doctor.

“Oh, just to be clear. That was given to me for protection. I’m not him and I’m certainly not going to be prying it from his dead hands.”

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[shadow-of-a-guardian]

Shadow stared in her glass of red wine, trying to lose herself in its depths, trying to feel something other than the grief and anger and painful numbness that had stayed with her since Santiago’s death. His funeral had been in the morning, and her eyes were still red and puffy and leaking sporadic tears. 

Shadow would have gladly just stopped living, just continually drown her sorrows until she wasted away. But that was not to be, there was still a war looming on the horizon. Eve was still out there, wreaking havoc among their allies and rallying their enemies. 

She heard a knock on the door, and it was Storm. “What is it?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse from dehydration and disuse.

[thirteenthface]

@undermyprotectxon. 

when she begins to stir in his arms, he is cautious -- perhaps a little too cautious. behind those kind eyes are two hearts beating quickly as the worry finally begins to subside as her consciousness returns to her. 

as he holds her in his lap, kneeling on the ground, his gaze is fixated on her, watching carefully, plagued with anxiety -- although he doesn’t show it as a smile begins to form on his lips and his expression softens. 

“perhaps a word of advice, better heed my warnings in the coming future.” he offers. 

[thirteenthface]

@undermyprotectxon

“Easy, easy-” Megan helps him to his feet, letting him lean heavily against her. She knew he was lying about how much strength he had left, but they really needed to get out of here. She held her sword in one hand as they stumbled towards the doorway and up the stairs. Megan warned him, “Just so you know if we have to fight I’m dropping you like a sack of potatoes, it’s your job to get yourself somewhere safe while I handle the soldiers. Okay?”

as he is pulled to his feet, his teeth wrap painfully around dry and blistered lips as he attempts to silence himself as pain rushes through his body and life returns to limbs that had since forgotten the feeling. there’s a darkening at the edges of his mind, a fog of exhaustion that is rolling in, he is hanging on to her words, dragging himself to the brink of his consciousness to do as she says. 

he shouldn’t be so weak, so vulnerable. he shouldn’t have to wrap his arm around her body and place her weight against him -- but he does. he has little energy to fight and he knows she will not listen to his argument, so he complies with her order. “ if you must, promise me you will run. ”

[thirteenthface]

@undermyprotectxon

“Put me down!” she demands, struggling against him. “If we both die because you wouldn’t let me cover your escape, I’ll kill you!” Megan continued to struggle until they reached the TARDIS, yanking herself out of his grip and stumbling to her feet. “Goddammit Doctor You are SO lucky we made it back in time!” 

he sets her down gently, albeit with a frown plastered across his expression. “ you cannot run into every battle, megan -- please. consider the preservation of your own safety before you take your blade and life in your hands with little thought. ”

[thirteenthface]

"Tough shit Doctor!" she shot back, the tears finally spilling over. "I'm the only one who gets to decide how my life is lived, or ended!"

he sucks in a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. what he intends to do is a brave plan at the very least. without faltering or allowing time for her hesitation, he quickly grasps her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and making his way to the tardis as fast as his legs will carry him. 

“ to die is not a decision I will allow, I am a selfish man, you of all should know that. ”