She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *breathes out* Fighting scenes are so damn hard to write! Q_Q
So... I hope you enjoy this chapter. It almost broke me! AHhhhhhhhhh! xDDD
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There was time to prepare, time to rest, to eat. The Doctor vanished as soon as we returned, wanting to have nothing to do with the slaughter of such a probably ancient creature. But Ivar was right. Either the dragon or the whole settlement had to perish. The choice was easy. For them.
For me...
"I'm still curious, Roka." Ivar sat next to me, watching the stars. Soon we would venture out. "Why do you risk your life for us?"
I sighed, not taking my eyes off the sky. "'m not," I mumbled and my thumb slid over my wrist. "Once I made a decision. It feels like months have passed already, but it's actually only a few days."
Ivar took my hand and looked at the scar. His eyebrow shot up questioningly, but I had a hunch he knew where it came from.
"That healed fast. Why..." He interrupted himself and shook his head. "Sorry. That's none of my business."
"I'm fighting for a selfish reason. I can't stand it. Being lonely all the time."
"Wouldn't that be a good reason to stay?" He nudged me with his shoulder and smiled warmly.
"Yeah..." I smiled back, leaning against him a little. "But Ivar... It seems that I am cursed. It has to be. One way or the other."
"Why do you think that?"
Cold evidence. Even when looking at it from an objective view, even when I sat aside all emotions, the facts still stayed the same.
"Without a single exception, people always leave me. No matter how often they tell me how much they love me, how much they value our friendship, or whatever else they say. Sooner or later they leave me behind. Even when I do my best to be a good friend or a good partner, even when I give more than I get back. One day or the other people just... vanish, stop speaking to me, turn their back or even get hostile, even if nothing has changed."
Ivar hummed thoughtfully." And you think I will leave you too." It was a statement, not a question.
"It appears to be inevitable." I glared at the stars, eyes filled with tears. They stung, but wouldn't flow, so I blinked them away. "I can't fight. I probably won't survive the dragon. But it's an honourable death. That's ought to be worth something, shouldn't it? And should I survive nonetheless... Maybe that's a good sign, who knows..." I peeked at Ivar. "You're not trying to stop me. Why is that?"
There it was again, this warm smile. It made my heart ache. Ivar leaned to me, took my chin between his fingers and breathed a small kiss to my lips. "No man, nor spirit, nor god has the right to deny you your choices," he spoke softly.
