The Time Lord's Angel [1] // Doctor who

A New Life a New Look

We laid there for hours rarely talking, just enjoying each other's company and after a while I knew I had to question the random disappearance of my sister's fiancé. "Doctor?" I ask quietly staring up at the ceiling above us.
"Yes?"
"Where's Rory?" I don't get a reply for a while so I roll over onto my forearms so that I can look at him properly "Doctor?" I ask softly, seeing the emotion in his eyes.
"We had a run in with some Silurians about two weeks ago, it was all going fine and we were about to leave when one of these Silurians went to shoot me, but Rory pushed me out of the way, he died, he disappeared into the crack-"
"The crack?" I ask scared that he'd mentioned it, it was still following us?
"Yeah, we had to leave him or we would have been erased from time too."
"Does Amy remember him?" I ask quietly, already knowing that judging by the fact she didn't seem to be upset over anything but making the decision to change me into a Time Lord.
"No."
"So how do I? He's been a huge part of my life, it' not like the soldiers at the Byzantium, how do I remember him?" My eyes welling with tears, as I mourn the loss of the man I saw as my brother.
"Because you're a Time Lord now not a human." His answer was simple and clean. More emotions built up as I thought about Rory.
"I didn't even say goodbye." I whisper as I lay my head down on the Doctor's chest, feeling weak and miserable.
"No, but he said to tell you, when you wake up, that he loves you." The Doctor comforts.
"He was my best friend." I cry into his shoulder and I feel the Doctor wrap his arm around me, pulling me up against him.
"He was a brilliant person, and he deserved better, and I promise I'll find a way to get rid of this crack and then hopefully Amy might remember." He whispers to me and after a while I go quiet and we once again lie in silence.

Eventually there was a knock at the door and Amy walks in after I call for her to enter. I move my head to look at Amy and I can't help but smile at the blatantly obvious grin stretched across her face at the sight of the Doctor and I together. When I look to see the Doctor's reaction I see that his eyes are shut and his breathing is levelled. I smile slightly, knowing that he rarely sleeps and I look to Amy, indicating her to be quiet as I climb out of the bed and lead Amy out of the room. "I wanted to apologise properly, Kenz." Amy tells me quietly.
"Amy, stop, I'm not upset or cross, it was just a lot to take in, I don't blame you for anything that's happened, and I don't want you regretting your decision, you chose to keep me alive, I'm thankful." I tell her, her smile wavers as she pulls me into a tight hug and I hear her breakdown.
"I was so scared, Kenz, I didn't want you to die, I didn't want you to die hating me because I was flirting with the man you loved, I'm so sorry." I hug her back tightly.
"Aims, I didn't hate you, sure I was annoyed, but you were just worried about the wedding, I get it, and I love you, ok, sis." I tell her letting her cry into my shoulder. Eventually she stops and we walk into the console room "I can't believe you two are finally together!." Amy celebrates giddily as she skips over to the console.
"Oh my god, Amy." I laugh slightly embarrassed.
I spend the next one or two hours talking with Amy, and she filled me in on what's been happening, which hasn't been much other than crazy parasitic dream things making them choose between two lives, a life that they dreamed of living and a life with the Doctor and then the Silurian adventure, missing out the fact that Rory had actually been with the Doctor and Amy the entire time. The mention of the adventure dampened my mood but I was determined for Amy not to see so I carried on enjoying her stories. It was nice catching up with her; the Doctor had told me that there would be a decent number of holes in my memory which he explained to me after I'd said I hadn't remembered who Rory and Amy were at first. After a while the Doctor trudged in tiredly, his clothes ruffled and I couldn't help but smirk at the scruffily dressed man.
"If I do remember you correctly Doctor, I'm pretty sure you told me that Time Lords don't sleep." I taunt aimlessly just trying to start up some kind of conversation after a few moments of silence.
"No, no, I told you Time Lords rarely sleep, and I haven't slept in a long time." He defends himself, obviously not liking the idea of having fallen asleep whilst everyone else was awake. His reaction just makes me laugh as I approach him, taking his hand in mine and wrapping my other arm around his, enjoying the comfort of it. I look to see Amy gushing.
"So is this official? Are you finally together?" She asks excitedly.
"Amy..." I blush hiding my face into the Doctor's shoulder, knowing that it made it obvious that I talked about the Doctor a lot to Amy. Amy giggles, whilst the Doctor squeezes my hand. "So where are we off to now?" I ask moving the conversation on swiftly.
"Us, not you I'm afraid, you need to relax and not get wound up about anything, we don't know how you're actually alive." The Doctor says and I pout at him.
"What do you mean?" Amy asks.
"Aims, the likelihood of me actually becoming a Time Lord is practically impossible, it's all too complicated to just happen, the fact there were no complications means something weird happened." I tell her, accepting the fact that I just knew that.
"Which means, we don't know your limits, hence why you are staying in the Tardis." The Doctor tells me kissing me on the head before going to the console and messing around, pulling levers and switches here and there.
"So where are you going?" I ask.
"Oh you know, nowhere." The Doctor says, hesitantly turning to face me before facing the console again as the familiar whirring sounds.
"Yeah, right." I say sarcastically. "I totally believe that." I say sitting at the pilot's seat. There's a rush of technical noises that translate to words in my head from the Tardis. "You're going to see Van Gogh? The Van Gogh, one of my all time favourite artists, arguably my favourite?" I ask, suddenly taking in the fact that I heard the Tardis' voice when normally it's only a hum that feels like she's talking. I stare at the console amazed. "Woah."
"How'd you figure that out?" Amy asks, amazed. I look to them both slowly before directly turning to the Doctor, ignoring all previous comments.
"Can you ever hear her?" I asks.
"Who?"
"The Tardis?" I ask a little freaked out. The Doctor's eyebrows furrow together leading me to believe that that wasn't a normal occurrence.
"The Tardis told you that we're going to meet Van Gogh?" As if to make sure I wasn't going crazy.
"Is that not normal for a Time Lord?" I ask worriedly.
"No." He replies thoughtfully.
"You can't hear her talk?" I question chasing the Doctor around the console and he faces me, he looks deeply into my eyes before taking out his screwdriver and scanning me with it he brings the screwdriver to his face to look at the result and his reaction proves that something is wrong.
"There's nothing extraordinary about these results."
"So why the worried look?" I ask, feeling slightly relieved.
"Because there's nothing to explain why the Tardis can directly talk to you." He tells me seeming to get more and more frustrated.
"Is it really that bad, it's not like the Tardis is evil or something, I feel fine, the only difference between us Doctor, is the fact that I can hear the Tardis." I try to reason with him.
"Yes, ok, fine you're right, try to relax while we're gone Mackenzie and don't do anything I would do." He accepts, kissing my head walking to the Tardis doors.
"Hey!" I yell making him turn to face me taken by surprise. "Don't you think that I've forgotten where you're going without me." I tell him, pointing my finger at him threatening.
"I promise, I'll take you to meet him at another time." He says gesturing for Amy to follow a small smile on his lips.
"Sure, go, shoo." I say sending them off feeling very lonely once they'd left. I slump back into my seat suddenly very bored. "So what's the deal?" I ask after a while sitting in the silence, but I don't get any hum as a reply. "So now you don't talk?" I ask a little annoyed by the lack of response. "What am I supposed to do if you don't talk to me?" I pout. Then the familiar hum sounds and her response makes me grin widely. "You can do that?" I ask excitedly. Another hum. "You can teach me to fly you?" I squeal another hum. "Oh my God let's do this!" I bounce up to the console. "So how does this work?" I don't get any response only an intense head rush. I start to lose balance and I grasp onto the console trying not to fall over. As I open my eyes everything goes extremely bright and as if everything goes into hyper exposure on a camera. The next thing I'm aware of is the repetitive throbbing in my head as I lie against the grate. I stumble to my feet shaking my head as if it would clear it of the constant ache. As I look to the console looking at all the different controls I'm surprised to find that they all make sense to me. "Woah." I chuckle out grinning wildly. "Where should we go?" I ask her excitedly, before an idea pops into my head. "I could save him." I say quietly but the Tardis gives me a disapproving hum telling me to think about how bad of an idea that is and I sigh knowing that she's right. The thought dampened my mood once again and I groan as I sit back down putting my head in my hands. Eventually I stand up abruptly taking a deep breath to hold back the tears in my eyes, I walk back to my room, wanting to change and shower realising that I was still in my clothes that I'd worn to Venis and I felt very unhygienic. I take a long hot shower in my en-suite washing my hair over and over, letting a few stray tears merge with the water from the shower. As I finally step out of the shower I'm wrapped in a layer of cold air as I quickly throw myself into a fluffy towel. I plod my way quietly into my room and over to my closet picking out some lazy Sunday-type clothes and as I look at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but be annoyed by how I look: like nothing's changed and nothing ever will. I couldn't help but hate my outfit, how normal it was so I pull them off and start again, back at the closet. I stand there for a few moments searching for something before finally finding the perfect outfit. I pull on a pair of leather jeans along with a blue top and a leather jacket, finally I pull on a pair of patent combat boots before looking at myself in the mirror feeling almost completely satisfied; the one thing ruining my satisfaction being my hair. It was all a tangled mess on the top of my head from not being brushed after my shower. I wanted a change, so much had changed whilst I slept and there I stood with the same hair as always and it really rubbed me up the wrong way, so off I stormed to the console room, and making a note of the date and time at the current moment before I set my destination for the present time and by pressing a few buttons and switches and leaving the blue suspenders off the homely whirring sounds as the Tardis flies off.