[Flight Deck - Six Months later]
They'd been given a tent with a mattress inside.
She rolled her eyes when he appeared—grinning—carrying collars and dog bowls, but accepted it. He's insane, after all.
The Joneses were forced to act as servants, dressed in maid and janitor uniforms. But he never hurt them, and they had a room to sleep in. She'd confirmed that with the family—and that Jack, though unchained, was kept in the cell. Rarely killed. Never tortured.
Lucy avoids her now. But she catches the girl's curious glances every time they cross paths. The bruises had started... then faded. They stopped entirely after the Alchemist warned him again.
There's one now, carefully concealed on Lucy's cheek. She'll deal with it later.
Today is another issue.
"You're not touching Japan," the Alchemist orders him in English.
He scoffs, "They went against me! Millions... burning, just like what happened before during one of their pathetic wars. I'll show them!"
"You'll show them nothing. They're terrified because this has happened before. It's like history re-living itself, but worse, it's you! You touch them, and I make you hurt more than you've ever felt before in your lives, and I've still got more to give," she informs him.
The entire deck stills. Silence grips the room. All eyes are on them.
No one stands up to him—but her.
The Doctor. The Jones family. Jack. The guards. Lucy.
They all see it now. That flicker in him. Fear. Somehow, she has something over him.
"Try me," he goads, hands clenched at his sides.
"To increase our muscle strength, he opened us up and grafted our tissues physically before injecting us in each muscle group with the Regeneration-retention compound. We were all dissected to do so... but I was the only one he did it to while conscious and without pain blockers."
The Master screams.
A chair slams against the wall, splinters flying from the wood paneling. Papers scatter. A vase shatters.
Then—crack—the Alchemist grabs a chair mid-swing and slams it down hard, snapping the metal and plastic seat in half across the floor.
She drops the broken frame.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" she orders in Old High Gallifreyan, stepping closer to her wild-eyed, furious twin.
"You're not touching Japan; you're not separating the Doctor and I. You will continue to give us somewhere to sleep because I get panic attacks if I'm without him for too long. The Joneses will have their proper beds to sleep on, and Jack will be treated with respect and not constantly tortured and killed.
"All of us will be fed high-quality, healthy food, and we will be given clean water. If I even hear about any of us being hurt, and that includes your wife, Lucy, in any way, shape, or form... as well as the guards, I will not hesitate to hurt you in return with what I've been through.
"I saw the bruise on her cheek that she tried to cover. And I clearly, very clearly have an arsenal of pain to use against you that goes on and on. Go ahead, press the fucking button, and make the order. I'll bring on worse."
The twins lock eyes. Contempt versus fury. The silence is thick enough to crush the breath from the air.
Then—he looks away.
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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...
