The Doctor

Black Widow

"I had spent seven years flying that ship," I said as I dreamily stared into the center of the T.A.R.D.I.S. I was beginning to see myself back on my ship. My hands were at the controls and I was ready to call out commands. I called the shots. I was in control of that ship.

I kept getting these flashbacks as more and more of my memory started to push past whatever wall we had set them behind. The Doctor said that he knew of an easy way to get all of my memories back in a matter of seconds but it would probably take me at least twenty-four hours to recover from the amount of information returning to me. I shook the memory away and returned to the T.A.R.D.I.S. and The Doctor. "Seven long years. I don't really know what my life is going to be like without flying. I take breaks here and there but I always go back. What am I going to do now that I will be stuck on that space station?"

I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I wanted nothing more than to run away. That was exactly what I was doing now as I grabbed onto a railing to keep from being thrown all over as The Doctor pulled on levers and pushed buttons to make us go wherever it was that we were going. I was running away from the future that I was about to start. Did I really want to go back there? Yes, I love Darius but this is not how my life was supposed to be. I lost one of the few things that made remaining at Majorka tolerable. I feel like I lost part of who I was. Can I be a decent wife if I am not complete?

The Doctor didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if that was just how he was or if that was so that I could let off some steam. Instead, he looked focused on the task at hand. Finally, we came to a halt. A smile washed across his lips as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door as if he was a toddler that was excited to show me something. He didn't open the door, though. He stood there.

"This is a whole new world. Whenever you're ready to explore, feel free to open that door," he said.

"How do you know the air is safe?" I asked.

He laughed for a moment and then shook his head. "Trust me," was all he said. Really, that was all he needed to say. I nodded my head and walked over to the door. Slowly, I pulled the door open and stood there in shock.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I had grown so used to the common colors of Earth and the bland colors of Majorka that the flamboyant colors of this world had my jaw hanging open, literally. Above me, the lightest of blues seemed to be painted across the sky. Puffs of clouds moved past in every shape you could think of. it looked as if someone was throwing cotton around in the sky. I wanted to point out everything I saw (a rabbit, a dog, a cat, a pineapple, and even a crown), but decided against it. I wasn't sure it was something that he would want to hear. The grass was the palest green. There were wild flowers in every shade of every color dotting the ground in front of me. In the distance, I could hear laughter as it floated on the gentle breeze that tickled my cheek and moved my hair. This new world was beautiful. I wanted to stay here for much longer than I would be allowed to.

"How long do we have to explore?" I asked. I could only have a couple of minutes before we needed to get back.

"As long as you would like," he replied. I turned to look at him, thinking that he was joking, and found him with a serious expression plastered to his face. I was confused. We couldn't have that much longer. Then the realization hit me.

"Time machine," I whispered. He laughed and draped his arm around my shoulders. "I forgot for a moment." We walked forward through the field of flowers. "Doctor, where are we?"

"We are on planet Zordon in the Platonium Galaxy. It's about fifty-million light years away from Majorka," he explained. He said it in such a nonchalant way that it didn't seem too frightening being that far away from home. "This is a place filled with happiness and tranquility."

"Halt! Who goes there?" someone with a deep voice asked. We found ourselves staring down the barrel of some sort of alien gun. Happiness and tranquility? I don't think so.

The Doctor pulled out some sort of badge like thing and waved it in front of the beast. This thing looked as if it was human at one point, before his face was torn to shreds. "We have some very important business to attend to," The Doctor said.

"Very well. Follow me," the being said before walking away. I looked at The Doctor, hoping that he knew what was going on. We just followed the guard.

"What's going on?" I asked. "This does not seem very happy or tranquil."

"Something horrible must have happened in the two-hundred and fifty years since I was last here," he replied. "If I'm correct, he'll be taking us to the ruler of this planet. Last time it was Maggie Marjello, beautifully riveting woman she was. She was why everyone here was so happy."

"This guard doesn't seem so happy," I responded.

"Something really bad had to have happened," he said.

"What was that thing that you showed him?" I whispered.

"Psychic paper," he whispered back. "They see what I want them to see. We are Jack Dawson and Janice Ian and we are apart of the Royal Attack Force." I stared at him for a moment, hoping to see that he was joking. He wasn't. I should have known that he was being serious.

I nodded my head, mulling his words over in my head. Then, something he has said finally registered in my head. "Doctor, how old are you?" I asked. If he was old enough to be traveling two-hundred and fifty years ago, how old would he actually be?

"I'm nine-hundred and twenty-five years old," he said.

I wanted to laugh as loud as I could. Nine-hundred and twenty-five years old? He wanted me to believe that! I knew that he had to be kidding. Surely this man who looked as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties could not be as old as he claimed.

We kept following the guard and he led us to a tunnel. The entire tunnel was made up of different gems. Jade, garnet, ruby, sapphire. It was beautiful! I couldn't believe that this could even exist somewhere. The tunnel, though dark as it was, seemed to glow just enough to light our path. I wanted to take my time walking through it but knew that that was not an option since we needed to get somewhere.

I didn't really speak again. I was too busy watching where I was going to see what this planet had to offer. The colors seemed even brighter as the sky turned a darker shade of blue. This place was spectacular. Darius would love it here!

"You may enter," the guard said as we reached our destination. He looked at me with a sad expression on his face. He had seemed so stern before but now that we were wherever this was that he had brought us, he seemed hesitant as he watched me follow The Doctor.

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"Thank you," The Doctor said as he stepped through the doorway. I followed silently behind him. I stared around us as we walked deeper into the room. The paintings on the walls were far more beautiful than the ones one Earth. I never thought that there would come a time when I was farther into the universe than the end of our galaxy. I never thought that I would find art as amazing as these pieces anywhere other than my galaxy.

"The Doctor. You are back at last," a voice said. It wasn't too high pitched or too low pitched. It was the perfect pitch of a woman's voice that I have ever heard. I looked towards the voice and watched as a woman materialized in the thrown in the center of the room. She was dressed in a gown that showed off her bosom. It was corseted and was black with deep purple hems. There was mesh down the entire thing. Her jet black hair was piled up top on her head and cascaded down in a pony-tail to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark. She reminded me of an evil queen in fairy-tales.

"What happened to you Maggie?" The Doctor whispered as he walked closer to her. The look on his face showed how horrified he was at who his friend had become.

"I became the Black Widow," she replied.