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...
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When I woke up the next time it was because I heard the door opening. In came one of the smaller children, wearing a tray with a concentrated face. Behind him was the Doctor, watching and making sure nothing would be spilled.
Groggily I sat up in bed, tossing a quick glance behind me. Of course I was alone. I should be getting used to it.
"Doctor said I can bring you the soup!" the small boy chirped. "And I promised to get it here without a drop lost. See?"
He carefully placed the tray on my blanket over my feet and quickly stepped back with a wide smile. There was a bowl of soup, the smell waking some appetite in me for the first time in seemingly a long while. There also was a glass with juice and a spoon.
I nodded my thanks to the child and glanced up at the Doctor, who ruffled the boy's hair. "Yup, I thought he might have fun. Although I'm pretty sure you can stomach some more than soup... but tell that to the Master." He rubbed a hand over his eyes and sighed. "I swear I would have never expected him to... to... uh..." Suddenly he stopped and watched my curious expression. The Doctor stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and started to rock on his heels. "He... cares. Spent hours in the lab. And now he's even making you food."
I blinked down at the bowl and dipped the spoon inside. Small clumps of meat and maybe potato were in it, small enough to be eaten without effort. I raised an eyebrow, pointing at the dish.
"Yeah, not kidding you. It's not from the fabricators. And no, it's also not poisoned, I checked, don't worry."
I let out a snort and started to eat. The soup was quite tasty, not too heavy and still satiated my hunger. It made me think of how that might have ended had the Doctor tried to make that. I couldn't imagine he was able to use a kitchen without burning anything.
He ruffled the child's hair again and sent him outside before grabbing a chair and sitting in front of the bed.
"Your dragon is fine," he told with a smile. "It's sleeping a lot. But when it's awake it looks around quite curiously. Can't walk. Not yet. Seems like it wasn't ready to hatch, yet. Maybe." He held up his hands to signal I wouldn't have to worry. "We don't know if they are always born like that. Most lizard-like creatures are more or less fully developed when they hatch. Meaning they can walk or slither. Might be closer related to aerial species, though. Who knows. I found a bunch of planets to check for sources. Few might have a book or two."
I simply nodded and continued to eat. As long as the dragon was well I wasn't worried too much. I still looked up and gave him a questioning look, nodding to the door and holding my hand out and above the ground as if to symbolize a small person.
