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((Trigger warnings apply here: violence, character death))

Evelyn


It wasn’t supposed to end this way. She wasn’t supposed to end this way.

It occurred to her as she lay bleeding and broken on the floor of the cell that this was rather an odd thing to think. After all, how should it end? How should a life of traveling paths across the stars, defending and protecting and helping side by side with an ancient Time Lord, end? Had she really expected to go quietly and peacefully in a bed, gently slipping into oblivion as old age claimed her?

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((Part 2 of the Christmas With the Doctor series.))

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Evelyn

In the little house in Wisteria, beneath the Christmas tree (which Evelyn has *finally* finished decorating) rests a boxed, rectangular gift neatly wrapped in holographic snowflake paper and bound with a glittery silver bow. On the tag is written in elegant scrawl: "To Theta, from Evelyn." She had stealthily picked it up for him a few months back during their travels, because it had seemed perfect for him.

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The Tenth Doctor, After Returning to Earth from the planet Midnight

indigo ink sky fades upward to black;
pin-prick stars wink as brothers
to Midnight’s diamond studded surface

the Sapphire Waterfall babbles blue
a hundred thousand feet
down a cliff’s jagged cheek

outside, such terrible beauty
blooms in X-tonic radiation’s
endless twilight glowing blue-white –
such terrible beauty that will
fry you into nothingness –

while inside a tour bus
I fight: an icy fist grip
closes around my brain

creeps into your head
and whispers


words through the deadly Sky
I peer into her, blue-eyed Sky
the passenger now filled with
the planet’s dark living shadow
moving silent all these years

excuse me, but
                        can I be
                                      you for a while?

it marionettes
my vocal chord strings
for new music lyrics not my own

and the crowding humans
watch listen piling fear-high
in the back of the bus

the
starlight
         waits
we must not
             look!
at goblin men
   allons-y      the
emptiness
       get him
out!


until the hostess
closes her arms around
the skin-wrapped shadow woman
and jumps off the bus, pulling them
both into the acid blue midnight and

I am glass beads, spilled across
the floor from a rattled cup
my own voice finally gushes out of
my inkwell throat
the colour of midnight

it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone

humans: deadlier than shadows
and the bravest one there?
I never knew her name
it evaporated outside
in acid blue Midnight
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Joan:



“These streets are not the safest place at night,” Joan said. “I should know – I live around here.”

Evelyn:

Insomnia had crept relentlessly upon Evelyn again this night.  As she had found herself in the habit of doing more and more, she had taken to the streets of her aging neighborhood, wandering half-aimlessly and waiting for her mind to relax enough to actually rest tonight.

She had seen the person approaching, illuminated by the streetlight, a tall woman with braids in her hair.  She smiled and shrugged.  “So people keep telling me.  Hasn’t stopped me yet.”


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The Doctor: 

"You're safe here."

Evelyn:

It was something small.  Innocuous.  The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back after months of a slow widening of the fissure that sliced through the layers of blockades concealing her memories, which had been allowing bits of bleedthrough here and there.



Trigger Warnings: PTSD, violence )
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Evelyn:

“What have they done to you?”

The Doctor:

The Doctor found it hard to focus. He could see Evelyn when he looked up at her from where he sat on the ground, but her outer edges looked…blurry. Her image kept shifting and changing from blurry to clear and back to blurry again. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut to try to fix it, but it was no use. And on top of it, sheets of sweat kept falling into his eyes and making them sting.

‘Eb-bel-en,” he slurred. “M’I glad t’see you.”



Trigger warning: Torture )
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The Doctor:


The door of that little curiosity shop swung open, and an equally curious gentleman strolled in, the rubber soles of his shoes padding on the floor as he went.

He was curious in a few senses of the word.

He was curious in that he was odd. He had an air of the peculiar about him, eternally out of place, like an “H” wedged into the “S” section of an otherwise meticulous alphabetization.

He was curious in that he was well-made, at least, to some means of reckoning such things. He had a handsomeness to him that, while not precisely conventional, wasn’t especially hard to see, either.

He was curious in that he was difficult to comprehend, he muttered things to himself that one might strain to hear and yet wonder what language it was when one did hear it.

And he was curious in that he was looking for answers, one could see it on his face, in the scrunch of his brow, in the way his questing fingers trailed over shelves and over objects.

As he approached the counter, he smiled gently but a little warily at the shorter, dark-haired woman who waited there.

“‘Ello,” he greeted her. “Sorry to bother– erm– looking for Evelyn Alvar? Was told I could find her here, is she about?”



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The Doctor:

The night was crisp and black; to the Doctor, it felt mildly crystalline. The stars like crushed diamonds smeared themselves across the clear sky above his head; high in the inky blackness, the moon hung as a single pale baleful eye glowing, phosphorescent.

He liked nights like this, on Earth. Other places certainly had their own nighttime charms. He thought of the last sunset he’d on Vendi IV which was absolutely glorious – a spectacular gradient of indigo fading upwards into violet and black, its deep juicy colors glimmering and coruscating off the leaves.

But he loved the clear crispness of Earth nights. Especially near rivers or lakes. The water served as a glittery, wrinkled mirror of the sky above. And tonight, he sat at the water’s edge, watching the river undulate and ripple its nighttime reflections.



He’d begun to meditate, his eyes still open, drinking in the scene around him. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise from some trees to his left, shattering him out of his reverie.

He rose from his spot in the grass and walked over to the trees to investigate.

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The Other (and Galatea):


She had bolted.

She had run hard, and run far, and had gotten further this time than ever she had expected. But even her ferocious strength had its limits, and she fell to her knees, her clothing stained red by the grass of the mountainside.

As she knelt there, hands and knees, breath seething in her lungs, pale platinum-white hair falling all around her face, obscuring the violent visions of her violet eyes…

…she realized, to her fury and her horror, that she was not alone.

Her nostrils flared, and she recognized the scent of him instantly, and she skittered back from him, knocking a stone down the side of the mountain with an echoing clatter.

Galatea, his voice echoed in her mind, as this one did not speak using words as his compatriots did.

She scowled at him, and hissed, and scrabbled for another stone to throw at him.

His face was… featureless. And he wore white. Always only white.

He crouched before her, and he did not try to touch her. But he offered her his hand to sniff, and shook his eerie expressionless head slowly.

He would do what he needed to do to help his people survive the chaos of these Dark Ages. To rise. But he knew that Rassilon, and Omega, his comrades, his brothers, he knew that despite their vision and genius and indomitable will… that they were not flawless beings, and their hearts were badly damaged. He was not like them, this… Other.

I’m sorry, his mind spoke to her mind, and she could hear it, she could hear it in his thoughts that he spoke truth, he spoke sincerity.

I'm so sorry.

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