The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who

Gallifrey Pt. 1

It's been weeks after the incident with Annika.

February's at the forefront for the moment, still bitterly cold, and love in the air in some spots.

Love for heaters and hot chocolate, no doubt.

No answer what Annika done to Kira, that much apparent, and Jimmy wanted them gone from his destroyed house. He swore he'd kill them on sight if he caught them around London ever again, so that's what they get helping someone like him, but alas, Kira's right, if they didn't help him, worse things would've happened.

London would've become deadlocked with gang wars trying to take over his territories and more blood spilt than if they helped him.

Lila hoped Kira found her place in the world, preferably away from the likes of Jimmy, finding love and whatever hokey thing's in vogue these days, and it tempted her more than once wanting to check through the TARDIS database what became Kira after that night.

It couldn't be easy, having someone you thought cared about you turning out to be no better than the person you knew was terrible from the start.

The fact Kira willingly went with Annika in hopes of saving Jimmy, of all people, and the fact that he didn't find that at all honorable, just business.

Theodore raised Lila's spirits by reminding her that while they couldn't interfere any further after stopping Annika, they did help Kira in small ways.

If Annika successfully killed Jimmy, she wouldn't let Kira leave, continuing the abusive cycle, with her experiments.

Whatever Annika did to her, they still don't know, and Al insisted they don't pry too deeply. Things happened for a reason and they already prevented a massive gang war from erupting. They shouldn't risk it nosing around where they're not needed.

While Lila disagreed, Theodore compelled her not to think too deeply into it, she's only setting herself up for disappointment if she finds out things didn't go the way she hoped.

Lila's forced to concede, but the aloof giant kept her smiling despite her reservations.

The days came and went, a blur, between working in the library and surviving adventures, that it's impossible to tell what day of the week it is, until now.

The dreaded day came, one Theodore feared since the moment he realized the horrible state the TARDIS' in since it kidnapped him that night.

It took mental fortitude for him from drinking straight liquor, trying to alleviate the dread that crept through him since he decided that he couldn't keep putting it off, he needed to return to Gallifrey.

A decision not made lightly, but Theodore's unable to fix the TARDIS with what he had lying around and he couldn't find anything around London that would've worked long-term.

He even rummaged through every scrapyard he's able to find in a directory, but it's not enough, it only bought them a few hours at a time.

Forcing him to face his fears of returning to Gallifrey after many years after his last trip with his family.

Without his uncle, the Council and everyone else wouldn't hesitate to show their true colours to him, without any regard they'll hammer him with every insult they've withheld because of his uncle being there.

Though, some say they're merely words, it's not just the insults Theodore's worried about, without his uncle acting as president, he's at the whim of their laws.

Complicated, twisted beyond recognition, enough to make human politics look like child's play.

Filled to the brim with laws and regulations that gives credence for anyone with a chip in their shoulder enough to separate Theodore from the TARDIS if they felt like digging up past slights incurred by his late father.