The Beginning of the End (Doctor Who)

Chap. 38

You sigh, knowing the TARDIS probably told her where she brought you.

"So?" You ask, not turning around as she drops her hand.

"The TARDIS told me you spent the night in the library, reading about Gallifrey."

"Mhm." You nod.

You hear her take a deep breath. "Why?" She softly asks.

You turn around. "Interest. Boredom. You have a lot of books on it."

She nods, looking down.

"What'd you read?"

"It's not book-club time, goodnight." You sharply turn around.

"Please, sleep tonight. You can die if you don't let your brain have a rest." She calls. You don't listen.

Immediately you go right to the library, grabbing the book you hadn't finished last night. The Foundations of Gallifrey Volume II. Another one catches your eye. The Last Great Time War, Volume I. You take it.

You don't know why, but your feet don't take you back to the sofa. Instead, you find yourself standing outside of a door. On impulse, you step in. This time the scent catches you. Vanilla, with a little spice.

Not a tear falls. Not one ever has.

You take your coat off, and your boots. Laying on her Victorian sofa, you begin reading.

Hours pass, your mind is buzzing. Knowing the others will be up soon, you quickly return to your room and shower.

Dressed in your signature long coat with a crimson blouse, black trousers and her boots you stole, or permanently borrowed, you put on some deep red lipstick and head to the counsel room.

The others are all present, except for Yaz. The Doctor is under the TARDIS with a welding apron and helmet. Sparks are flying, but thankfully there are no exposed wires.

"Yaz is at her flat, the Doctor's replacing one of the artron filters." Graham says. "You're the last one up, by a few hours." He chuckles. Small talk. Clearly nervous, you can see it in his eyes.

"Mhm." You hum.

Graham is saved from a sarcastic remark as Yaz runs into the room, holding a broken watch.

"Doctor?" She asks, the blonde sitting upright and pulling her helmet up. "My gran gave this too me, and I was wondering-"

The Doctor looks at the watch, face falling to confliction.

"I know what you're asking. But family history and time travel? Very tricky." She points out.

"Just for an hour. See her from a distance." Yaz insists, "What's the point of having a mate with a time machine if you can't nip back and see your gran when she were younger?" She jumps as a shower of sparks come out from under the counsel.

"Eh." The blonde thinks. "Have you got a time or place?"

"I know she lived in Lahore in the '50s, but other than that..."

"I mean, I could, but I shouldn't." She thinks. "Unless... No, too unpredictable."

"Could what?" Ryan wonders.

"It's a risk." She considers.

"Oh, like none of our other trips have ever been risky." Graham sarcastically says.

"I have apologised for the Death Eye Turtle Army." She exclaims. "Profusely." The Doctor sighs.

"I don't think you should be the one apologising." He looks to you.