"I remember my instructor in Gallifreyan History 101," the Doctor rambled, "The old man just wouldn't shut up! He kept going on and on and on about how great Rassilon was. Now, don't get me wrong, the guy was fine, but I really don't care about how he won the Gallifreyan spelling bee when he was in sixth grade!"
"I really hated Untempered Schisms," I added, "In all honesty, my professor turned our history into songs. I remember it really well."
"I remember to much," the Doctor insisted. It's been about four months since the Doctor learned the truth about me. At first, he didn't want anything to do with me. As far as companions go, I think I'm the only one who's ever had an unspoken five feet rule with that man. After a while, however, the Doctor started warming up to me, again. Never, in my whole of existence have I ever met any being so forgiving as the Doctor. I did, after all, cause the death of almost our entire species.
I guess I should mention that I'm a Time Lord. Not just any Time Lord, though. I'm a traitor Time Lord. Back during the Last Great Time War, I'd sold myself to the Daleks. Because of me, everyone I'd ever knew, and many of those I didn't, perished at their enemies hands. Although there was a great loss on both sides, the Daleks made it out a lot better off than we did. Fortunately, the Doctor took care of them. It looks like the Time Lords win after all.
"You know what," the Doctor smirked, "Between you and me, I've always had a better face than Rassilon."
"Doctor!" I scowled, playfully slapping his hand, "You mustn't talk about him like that!"
"Admit it," the Doctor pressed, "You totally agree."
"I admit to nothing," I held up my hands.
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The Aeon of the Time Lords (Book Two - the Double Era Series)
RandomOur Doctor was so much bigger on the inside. He'd looked past the unforgivable and let Aeon start again. Like with any companion, the Doctor took her places she could only imagine... Or remember. The thing is, Aeon knows more than is safe. For her...
