For this week’s menagerie post, Louise wrote a Doctor Who fanfiction story for prompt two. I’ve shared it below, but you can go to the original post and Louise’s site here.
The Gallifreyan Tearheart Chapter 1 – A Doctor Who Fanfiction Piece by Louise Findlay
The silly old fool. Did he really believe I was dead? I was far too careful for that. I wasn’t a madman like him. The last TARDIS in existence (in this universe) materialised before me. What the Rassilion was Theta’s Type 40 TARDIS doing here? I clicked my fingers and strode in. The door opened for me as it would for any Time Lord or Lady unless specified by the designated pilot. I would’ve really thought he’d block me but then again he did think I was dead.
No, he didn’t. He’d gone off in a huff again and left a Last Will and Testament to boot. I tried to get the TARDIS to lock onto him but she wasn’t budging. He’d probably ordered her not to find him. I couldn’t override the pilot’s orders. I’d better get that snivelling companion, Clara instead. She may know his regular haunts. Regeneration did change a person and I wasn’t that well acquainted with his 12th self yet.
At least the controls weren’t locked to me. You think he would’ve learned from last time when I cannibalised it. Not that I would turn it into a paradox machine again. Oh no. The drums were gone now. My female regeneration locked my psychosis in and now I was permanently mad. What can I say? I revel in a little chaos. I wasn’t totally mad per se but more mentally challenged. I still had the overwhelming urge to destroy but I could tone it down a little. The mind-shattered drums were no more and now I could be even lucid for a short period of time. I could control myself and my madness. A lot like River Song and her 3rd life. She gained the mental fortitude to stave off her psychopathy and I was just beginning to regain control. As I said before, regeneration changes a person.
“How on earth are you here? You died? What on earth have you done?” Clara asked.
Oh those incessant questions. Just why I hated humans. I never did get why Theta loved them so much. We were much smarter than them and they had that annoying lifespan. They died before we ever reached the end of our first life.
“This is a confession dial. The TARDIS and it came to me as I’m his dearest friend alive. It’s a record of all your sins and confessions. The things you would never say unless you were close to the end. It’s the Doctor’s Last Will and Testament” I said.
“Dearest friend? You tried to kill him. What does it say?” Clara asked.
“He’s tried to kill me. It’s a meeting of minds. A challenge of our mental fortitude. I don’t know. I can’t open it. Only his Vlamore can” I answered.
Only the true match of a Time Lord/Lady could open their confession dial. It prevented Gallifreyans from rival houses to learn all of your despicable deeds.
“Vla… Vla what?” Clara struggled to pronounce.
“Vlamore. It’s Gallifreyan for partner heart. It can only be opened by the Time Lord or Lady his twin hearts truly beat for” I said.
I knew it instantly when I saw him with her on some video footage. They were vlamore. A perfect Time Lord and Lady match. The way he looked at her like she was his entire world and the way she would systematically look at every exit in an attempt to protect him in every way she possibly could. How she would kill every enemy and just as the last one dropped dead on the floor ask if he was unharmed. They were vlamore.
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