The woman within the wolf

Untitled Part 4

Yes I Know I'm a terrible author. But I once said I would never abandon a story and I won't.

I'm just terrible at managing my time.

Hope you enjoy the chapter just two or three left before the next one.

It takes Elizabeth a few minutes to compose herself. The queen of England had never been in a room with someone who out ranked her before. It was the odd little human, Clara that placated her, pointing out that even though I am a goddess, I am not one to stand on ceremony never have been.

Time travel will always amuse me, so far this child knows me better than I know myself. I suppose someone has too.

[Zygon control room]

The queen shepherds us to another part of the tower, telling us to keep quiet. As she explains why the Zygons are invading. Their own planet having burnt in the first days of the Time War.

"So, they want this planet." Clara interrupts her.

"Not yet."

"Let me guess, too primitive." I ask leaning against the wall.

She nods along with my question, "The Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort."

One of the Zygon soldiers spot us chatting on the upper level, marching over to ask, the queen why. She dismisses him so easily. Telling him it is time for him to be translated, whatever that means. Turning to the three doctors she says,

"Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating." She grins at them.

The Zygon puts his hand on a glass cube with dents in the corners, then vanishes. Appearing in the picture to the side of them.

"That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now. From the under gallery." Clara exclaims smacking the Doctor's arm bouncing on her toes, looking between the picture and device.

"It's not a picture, it's a stasis cube. Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as" The warrior explains only to be cut off by the 10th.

"Suspended animation. Oh, that's very good. The Zygon's all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come."

"You see, Clara, they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups. Except you add time, if you can picture that. Nobody could picture that. Forget I said cup-a-soups" The 11th finishes.

Their words make Clara and I angry, they are invading the future from the past, only willing to take the world once it's worth conquering. I will never understand why such creatures are allowed to live.

The 10th Doctor turns on the queen. "And do you know why I know that you're a fake? Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse. It's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth, would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?"

I stand up straighter, why the words my Elizabeth, ring in my ears I'm unsure, but they make me unhappy none the less. I want him away from that woman. The queen crosses her arms at his impertinence. Telling them that she is indeed the real Elizabeth.

The 11th Doctor elbows Clara sending her stumbling into me, "Doctor really." She says glaring at him. "I'm so sorry, he acts like such a child sometimes."

I can't fight the grin that makes its way across my face as she speaks, this girl is a treasure. I don't remember the last time I laughed. As we are laughing between ourselves the 10th Doctor is trying is best to back track. The queen waving him of, tells them how she killed her zygon doppelganger in the forest.