All Is Fair |:| A Doctor Who Fanfiction |:|

All Is Fair |:| A Doctor Who Fanfiction Part VI |:|

There was nothing he could do in the moment: just sit and wait. She was in restorative sleep, she would wake up within 24 hours. During that time, her whole body and mind would shut down, that's why the torture didn't work—the microscopic creatures had nothing to feed off of. He would just have to wait for her to wake up.

It was extremely rare for a Time Lord to have that much telepathic power—she must've been one of the few that were inspired by the Untempered Schism. And even now, he still couldn't really sense who she was, or that she was even a Time Lord. It was by chance that her telepathic control blipped. To be able to still maintain control of such power baffled the Doctor. Whoever she was, she was truly note-worthy—even more than that: she surpassed the Doctor himself.

He wondered, perhaps if she still had control of her telepathy, it was possible that maybe he could see into her mind—just for a moment. He reached out his hands, and gently pressed his fingers against her temples. He delicately entered her mind, seeing flashes of this, seconds of that, even a brief image of the fall of Gallifrey. As he went further, he found more doors of her mind—they were all sealed off, with cast iron doors. Though, they all had keyholes, meaning she remembered, but kept them to herself. She never let anyone see those. There was no way he was going to get in; the amount of telepathic energy protecting those memories was too great for him to break.

Astounded, he let go, and fell back again, rubbing his face.

It was all a dream, right?

He was going to wake up, and Serenity was going to still be in her room, and he, he had fallen asleep in the Captain's chair again, hadn't he?

He opened his eyes again: the TARDIS. Serenity on the floor. Himself, feeling woozy. He shook his head and sighed. Kneeling down, he picked her up and took her to the room she was staying in. He laid her down, getting a cool cloth for her head. He sat on the edge of her bed, wondering...who was she? Why would she block him? She knew him—but he had not the slightest clue as to who she was.

He didn't like it. That, in itself was an understatement: he hated it. He hated not knowing things when it came to Gallifrey and the Time Lords. He waited, less than patiently, though he couldn't say he wouldn't have done the same.

The day passed, the night came, and the night left. Day came again, and still no sign of her awakening, but the psychic barrier was still there—that's all he needed to know to make sure she was alive.

Then she twitched. She moved, and writhed. Coming out of a stasis was always painful, she somewhat convulsed, and gasped, suddenly sitting upright.

“It's alright, it's alright. I've got you,” the Doctor said, grabbing her into his arms. “You're safe. You're in my TARDIS. I've got you...” he rocked her gently, comforting her—she was trembling.

“I'm getting too old for this,” she whispered.

“I know the feeling,” he whispered back. He paused, still holding her. “You're a Time Lord. Why didn't you tell me?” he asked, more like a sad little boy left out of a game.

“I didn't think you were...” she started. “Surely you know, Doctor. The side effect of using a telepathic block is that your own senses are dulled.”

He nodded. “Why block others out?”

She let go and looked at him with a sarcastic smile. “If you had my ability, you'd be doing the exact same thing, don't deny it. You hide your identity from everyone—even yourself sometimes.”

He looked away, shamefully.

“Who are you?” she asked, bringing his chin back up.

He looked into her eyes, which were starting to look familiar. “Let down your barrier down a