[TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM]
"So, errands, you say?" the Doctor asks as he closes the doors.
The Time Lady scoffs, "Actual errands... then we can play."
He grins excitedly, but it steadily drops when she holds up a finger, her emotions tinged with worry.
"When I was talking about Regeneration earlier, I felt a flicker of fear from you; what's going on?" she asks, stepping over to him.
"We're together again after so long and... I just feel happy in this body. The idea of having to Regenerate and walk away as another person again, I don't want it," he explains softly.
"You've never felt that way about Regeneration, Theta; we've always viewed it the same. Is it because we're running out of Regenerations?"
"It might be partly that," The Doctor shrugs, "I want us to be this us as long as possible and... I'm not sure I will want to change when I need to."
She pulls him close when she notes the shine in his eyes, "Regardless of what happens, when it happens, and who it happens to... we'll be by each other's side and love each other as we always have and always will. Nothing will change that, alright?"
The Doctor nods and presses his forehead into her shoulder. After a few moments, they pull back and exchange soft smiles.
"So, where are we going after stopping at UNIT?" he asks.
The Alchemist smiles, "We need to go shopping. This thing is not doing me any favors under here."
The Time Lord's eyes widen, "You never let me come, I can come?"
"I want you to. I can feel it: you want to stay close to me. So yes, you're coming."
"Where to, then?" he asks as he rushes to console.
She rolls her eyes, approaching also, "Well, I do this two different ways. If I'm in a rush, I'll just stop somewhere past the 50th century, where they have everything in every color. However, I feel like hitting the 2000s Earth right now."
"We're just going... to stay on Earth to shop?" the Doctor asks, confused.
She shakes her head. "I'm going to contact a very good friend of mine right now that you have never met, and she's going to order me everything I need and have some pieces custom-made."
"Custom?" he asks curiously.
"Some of it, yeah, she designs, among other things," the Alchemist shrugs.
He nods, curious about who they're meeting.
"The Brig first," the Doctor says and starts inputting the coordinates for UNIT.
They materialize outside his office in the Tower of London and pop their heads out the door, looking around.
[UNIT Headquarters - Outside Office]
"Hello, Lydia," the Alchemist greets the secretary, and they both walk out carrying the large wooden boxes.
"Alchemist, Doctor," Lydia greets with a smile, "He's out at the moment. How can I help?"
The Time Lord frowns at the box in his hands before looking up, "We have Major Blake and Mr. Llewellyn."
Lydia stands and nods in understanding before calling Major Dellert over the intercom to accept their remains.
"Please have the funeral arrangements funded by my salary, and if you could have their family or close friends' addresses sent to me by email, I'd appreciate it," the Time Lady says as she places the box on a table to the side.
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Eyes of Time: The Final Line ✓
FanfictionThe Alchemist knows that Time has consequences. Now having Regenerated with her Bondmate, the Doctor, both Time Lords have to confront the repercussions of Rose Tyler's actions. The question is, when will that payment fully come due? They received o...
