[TARDIS: Fated Pair Bathroom]
The Alchemist hums softly as warm water cascades over her, lost in the simple pleasure of her morning routine. She hears the faintest shuffle of footsteps behind her and rolls her eyes, already knowing who it is.
"Boo!" she shouts, spinning around with a dramatic flourish of her arms.
The Doctor yelps, jumping nearly a foot in the air before his feet betray him. With an undignified slip, he lands flat on his back with a groan.
"Oh, I did not mean for that to happen," she winces, stepping forward to offer a hand.
As soon as he is upright, she brushes her fingers over his back, her eyes glowing briefly as she reverses the injury.
He sighs in relief, grins, and pulls her under the rainhead with him, wrapping his arms snugly around her waist.
"Any clues about your lesson yet?"
The reminder makes her pout, "No. How am I supposed to remember what I forgot if I don't forget anything in the first place?"
The Time Lord chuckles, tilting her head back slightly as he helps rinse the conditioner from her hair, "Haven't a clue. Good luck with that."
She turns in his embrace, biting her lip before looking up at him with wide, imploring eyes.
"You... no. What do you want? No, no, no, she... we're taking her home... Amara, ugh... fine."
Beaming in victory, the Alchemist kisses him deeply before slipping from his arms. As she backs away, she begins to sing with playful exaggeration, "Boys, look at that man puttin' on that Ritz... You look at him, I can't..."
She snags two of their checkerboard towels, tossing one over her shoulder before darting out of the shower room, completely ignoring his grumbling about wanting to 'play.'
[Bedloe's Island]
The TARDIS materializes in the shadow of a white stone wall, its blue frame standing out starkly against the pale exterior. The moment the engines settle, Martha cautiously peeks her head out before stepping onto solid ground. Behind her, the two Time Lords emerge hand in hand.
"Where are we?" Martha asks, scanning her surroundings.
The Doctor takes a deep breath, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, "Ah, smell that Atlantic breeze. Nice and cold. Lovely."
"Martha, have you met my friend?" the Alchemist asks with a mischievous smile, gesturing behind her.
Martha turns—and looks up.
"Is that...? Oh, my God! That's the Statue of Liberty!" she cries, eyes wide with excitement.
"Gateway to the New World," the Alchemist declares, her voice warm with admiration, "'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!'"
"That's so brilliant. I've always wanted to go to New York. I mean the real New York, not the new, new, new, new, new one," Martha laughs.
"Well, there's the genuine article," the Doctor grins; his wife tugs him and Martha toward an overhang, sweeping an arm toward the skyline, "So good, they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. No wonder it didn't catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam."
"New Yawhk, New Yawhk!" the Alchemist calls out in an exaggerated attempt at the accent, utterly butchering it.
The others burst into laughter.
Martha steps forward, her brow furrowing, "I wonder what year it is, 'cause look, the Empire State Building's not even finished yet."
She spots a copy of The New York Record lying on a nearby bench and picks it up, scanning the front page.
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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...
