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.
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A/N: Feels like I'm balancing on the edge of getting into burnout. With autism that's actually a lot easier than without. *sigh* But I got two weeks off of work and it already helps to have my head filled with something else for a bit. Nature and abandoned places and other cool stuff. So don't expect any regular updates right now. ;D I do have some chapters ready, though. And one in particular you'll certainly enjoy *giggle*
But for now we have more angst and more Donna!
Enjoy! :)
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Everyone had different stories to tell when we met back at our camp. We sat around the fire, preparing food and sharing bottles of water.
Bor had found a room that was almost fully preserved, full with cabinets with jewellery that he had taken along. He put one of the necklaces - one made out of delicate silvery links - around Meyla's neck, trying to be playful about it, but when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, he visibly blushed and went silent for a while.
Meyla and Donna had found a room that could be responsible for the central heating and maybe even the energy supply for this building. They had no clue how exactly anything worked, but Donna assured that there were lots of things moving and making noises.
And Darwil had found what might be a map of the building and had followed a few paths to make sure it was accurate. The Doctor had been with him and now they had their heads over the map, discussing several interesting routes.
"This says library!" he suddenly exclaimed, stabbing a finger at the old paper. It was a miracle that it hadn't crumbled already. "Let's check that out tomorrow. Might still have some interesting stuff."
"The corridors here," Darwil pointed at a few places, "are blocked, though. We need to find a way around. Can your sonic device help?"
"Mhm... yeah. Can scan for empty spaces nearby, holes in the walls and all that."
"But don't forget the shadows," tossed Donna in, sounding concerned. "I've seen some of'em again. Everytime you shine a light in a dark corner there's at least one. Creepy things, those. Wonder what they are."
"Mhm, I hope to find a clue in the library," answered the Doctor. "Someone probably left some info about them."
"If they didn't wipe out everyone in a single night," whispered Bor, shuddering lightly at his own words.
"What do you think are those lights for, boy?" grumbled the Master. He was poking a stick around in the fire, sitting far away from me. "They knew about them for quite a while. Long enough to install defences."
"He's right." The Doctor nodded. "They don't look as if they were built spontaneously. I'd rather say they're quite intricately included into the architecture around. So they knew."
"But why would anyone in their right mind build a place somewhere where there are such horrendous creepy ghost things!" exclaimed Donna. "Must have been mad! The whole bunch of'em. 'N if not mad then certainly suicidal."
