The 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...
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[TARDIS Console Room]
The Alchemist surveys the wreckage with a tight frown. Smoke curls from sparking wires overhead, and a large beam lies cracked near the coral struts. The panel flickers in distress, and the familiar low hum of the ship has turned unsteady. After this, the TARDIS will need time to rebuild—delaying the gift she'd planned to give the Doctor. That thought stings more than she would like to admit.
She strides over to the console with her husband in tow. Together, they power up the systems. Her hands fly across the controls, realigning the TARDIS's inner dimensions, stabilizing the breach. The ship groans in protest before reasserting its shape with a shudder. The foghorn bellows again, deep and resonant—unnervingly close.
[Supply Closet]
The Doctor pops his head out and looks around before waving his Bondmate forward. They slip out and find themselves in a cupboard.
She shuts the door behind her, and they sneak out into the ship's primary area after glancing out the door.
[Reception]
The main hall bursts with warmth and holiday elegance. Guests in fine Edwardian evening wear chat merrily, clinking glasses of champagne. Twinkling trees are tucked between marble pillars, and garlands hang from the ceiling, wrapped in fairy lights. A live band on the upper mezzanine plays a slow, swinging version of Jingle Bells—a detail that makes the Alchemist's lips twitch with amusement.
White-robed golden statues are scattered throughout, silent and gleaming. As she and the Doctor walk past, one shifts almost imperceptibly. The Alchemist notes it down for later but ignores it. They spot a small red-skinned alien in a dinner jacket and share a confused look. The Alchemist strides toward the wide observation window, her husband close behind.
The Doctor mumbles, "Right."
"Space Titanic, okay," she replies flatly.
The tannoy crackles overhead: "Attention all passengers. The Titanic is now in orbit above Sol Three, also known as Earth. Population: Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas."
The Time Lady turns toward the Doctor, her eyes narrowed, "This is officially our Bondmas. We can celebrate our missed Bondmas, and you can make up for your Titanic screw-up all in one go while Bluette repairs herself."
"I didn't..." he begins but falters under her glare. He clicks his tongue and sighs, "Right."
They turn and head back toward the TARDIS.
[Wardrobe]
The Alchemist enters the Wardrobe with a grin blooming across her face. Floor-to-ceiling racks surround her, full of every fashion across time and space. She never thought she'd get the chance to wear this dress. And now, she can.
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