The Aeon of the Time Lords (Book Two - the Double Era Series)

Chapter Seven

"Of all the food in the universe," he shook his head in bewilderment, "You choose Ramen?"

"It's the closest thing I can find to thyanthals," I shrugged, shoving another forkful of noodles into my mouth.

"To what?" he blinked.

"Thyanthals," I repeated, "It was a Ramen like food made on the moon of poosh. My parents used to always impor..." I trailed off from there, my features growing sober, rather quickly. The Doctor noticed the tears pricking at the corner of my eyes, even though I tried to hide them with a cough. He sighed and rose from his chair and replacing himself in a chair beside me. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder and tried to soothe me with his words.

"Hey," he murmured, quietly, "There's no use being upset about it anymore... Listen to me, Aeon. You can't change what's happened. We both know that. You've already been forgiven by the remaining Time Lord race... What else could possibly make it better?" he gave a little smile at this. Of course, when he said the remaining Time Lord race, he meant himself.

"I just... I miss them so very much, Doctor," I murmured, hiding my face in my hands, "And I know I have no right to... Sometimes, I wish it would just be as simple as to wipe it clear from my memory, but I know if I did that, I'd have to erase the Time War completely... Maybe even the fact that I wasn't human. I'd be no better than a human... A human with two hearts and a devilishly clever mind."

"You are brilliant, Aeon," the Doctor assured, getting a weak smile in return, "I needn't tell you that."

"But I'm the stupid kind of brilliant, Doctor," I added, pushing the bowl of Ramen away and getting to my feet to head out the door, "The kind that causes more trouble than she's worth keeping around."