[Stacks]
The Alchemist tightens her jaw, her voice sharp and low, "Professor Song... never tell my brother I said this, but... Use the damn gun."
Zombie-Dave's voice echoes, eerie and mechanical: "Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights?"
River hesitates for only a moment, then aims the gun at the wall, firing. The energy blast carves out a neat square in the towering shelves.
She turns back, her voice laced with urgency, "This way, quickly. Move!"
Behind them, Zombie-Dave's haunting refrain persists, the shadows pressing closer: "Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights?"
Without hesitation, the group moves through the makeshift escape route, the Alchemist glancing back just once, her expression grim.
[Rotunda]
The large moon casts its pale light over the desolate library rotunda as River steps through the square hole she's just blasted into the wall.
"Okay, we've got a clear spot. In, in, in!" she commands, "Right in the center. In the middle of the light, quickly. Don't let your shadows cross!" she turns to the Time Lords, "Alchemist. Doctor."
The Doctor whips out his sonic, scanning the shadows, "I'm doing it."
Not replying, the Time Lady does the same, her sonic buzzing as she scans the room.
River glances around nervously, "There's no lights here. Sunset's coming. We can't stay long. Have you found a live one?"
"Maybe," the Doctor mutters, "It's getting harder to tell," he smacks his screwdriver, "What's wrong with you?" sighing, he turns to his wife, "Alchemist, are you picking anything up?"
"They're practically surrounding us," the Alchemist replies tightly, adjusting the frequency, "And I had to block the sound—it was getting to me."
The Doctor sighs, his shoulders tightening as he briefly nods at her in understanding. The new blockers are working, but they're struggling with aligning the telepathic frequency adjusters and recently discussed having the children take a look at them as well. They won't take Donna to Causarimorvarid, though, and she doesn't want to go home for a visit just yet, so they need to wait.
River turns to her team, "We're going to need a chicken leg. Who's got a chicken leg?"
Other Dave rushes to pull his lunch pack out and hands her a piece of meat.
"Thanks, Dave," she nods and quickly flings it into a shadow; by the time it hits the ground, it's stripped clean to the bone.
"Okay," River says grimly, eyeing the floor, "Okay, we've got a hot one. Watch your feet."
"They won't attack until there's enough of them—they seem to want our forms for something," the Alchemist grumbles.
The Time Lord sighs, rubbing his head, "But they've got our scent now. They're coming."
Other Dave rounds on his team leader, "Oh, yeah? Who are they? You haven't even told us! You just expect us to trust them?"
"She's the Alchemist, and he's the Doctor," River replies curtly.
"And who is the Doctor and the Alchemist?" Lux demands.
"The only story you'll ever tell... if you survive them."
Anita steps closer, her voice uncertain, "You say they're your friends, but they don't even know who you are."
River's face tightens, "Listen, all you need to know is this—I'd trust that couple to the end of the universe. And actually, we've been."
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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...
