The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Fight

Four more votes until we are either having a sequel or just ending at the end of this!

Don’t choke on the stuffing!

Preparations were under way. Everyone strapped on armor, sheathed swords onto the side of their belts. Children and expected mothers were instructed to remain in the cities, no matter how much they wished to join the fight.

“I’ not going to sit by the sidelines, waiting to hear if you live!” Zia yelled at her fiancé. She was tremendously angry at the suggestion, and wanted to help in the fight, which she had been trained to do for years, even before they met back at the museum in London.

“I’d rather you be here. You need to watch Sophie and Annika.” Carter tried to sound soothing to calm her, but she wasn’t buying it. All she did was fold her arms. She was She was closer to three months pregnant now, having tested closer to a month after.

“What did you say to me when you proposed?” Zia was furious now, something that any onlooker could tell. “That you’ll always follow my lead!”

Eon watched with a sigh. “I see where you get your want for a fight from…” she whispered to her cousin.

“Shut up,” Devraj mumbled in reply.

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Carter said, his voice now raising as well.

“The worst that will happen would be to lose the baby.”

Devraj froze at that sentence. Eon looked at him sympathetically.

“You… want to lose the baby?” Devraj asked Zia, his eyes wet from tears.

“Why are you concerned if I lose the baby or not, Devraj?” Zia asked, the anger still in her voice.

“My mother lost a baby when he was seven, in front of him…” Eon quickly lied, trying to sell it by rubbing her arm. “He always hated the thought of losing a child ever since.”

Zia and Carter looked at each other, then went back to their fight, Carter using Eon’s mother as an example.

“Fine!” Carter yelled, putting his hands up in heated defeat. “Do what you want!”

Devraj kept his head down as Carter stomped past. The Pharaoh wasn’t happy about Zia going to fight, and neither was Devraj, tears now endlessly streaming down his face.

“Should we tell them?” Eon whispered, rubbing Devraj’s hunched back as he cried into his hands. (A/N I don’t mean DEVRAJ is a hunched back, I mean he’s hunched over… couldn’t figure out a way to say that.)

“No…” Devraj sobbed, shaking his head. “How can we tell them that their unborn son dies before the fight ends?”

==LINE==

Kaysen woke up on a couch. Not the kind that you can find in a common house, but the Roman lounging-while-eating kind that make her uncomfortable.

She rubbed her head, sitting up. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes, scratching her back. Her hair was a red rat’s nest, having not been brushed in what felt like forever.

Food lay on a tray in front of her, covered in fruits and berries. She began to reach for one, when she heard a door close somewhere off to her right.

She looked, and with a smile she stood up. Quickly fading, she knew that it was a bad sign if both of them were here.

“Good to see you’re awake.”

Tears began to form in her eyes out of sadness, rather than happiness like they would of a few moments ago. She looked at her own feet, and covered her mouth with her hand to hide any sobbing noise.

For leaning against the TARDIS - her TARDIS - was Kyle.

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