Lost In Thought

My Flower

LizBeth:

What was she doing? Come on, Gorgeous, listen to me. Slow down and let me take over... I begged my TARDIS, clinging on to the console as we tried to stop her. Gorgeous, you are my TARDIS, you listen to me!

"What the hells it doing?"

I really didn't know that and neither did my brother. "The controls not working." He got thrown about, looking at his spare hand. I spent two days decoding his genetic code next to mine, on His request. Because of me, he was trapped in that old mans body for a whole year. "I don't know where we're going, but my old hands very excited about it."

"I thought it was some freaky alien thing." Donna stared. "You telling me its yours?"

"It got cut off." Martha explained for him. "He grew a new one."

Apparently she was still surprised by our random. "You are completely impossible."

Nah, we both had the same thoughts there. "Not impossible. Just a bit unlikely." It banged and sparked, before I calmed her to landing, running out just ahead of my brother. To a junkyard a night. "Sis, why would the TARDIS bring us here?" I shrugged, wanting to speak, but the words went sour in my mouth. "You said a word."

"L... Lo. Love." I stuttered, the word tasting nicer, and I managed a half smile. "L. Love you."

"Love you too." He sighed, ruffling my stupid short hair. "I guess it's somewhere further than we were."

The other two then followed us, Martha coming to my side. I was so happy she was back... "Oh, I love this bit."

Donna gave her a sly look. "I thought you wanted to go home."

"I know, but all the same, it's that feeling you get."

"Like you swallowed a hamster." Well, that was one way to put it.

Just before they arrived, I got a sudden influx of thoughts from soldiers that ran up, pointing guns at us. "Don't move! Stay where you are! Drop your weapons!"

Instantly, my brother defended me, gloves back in the TARDIS. If more than one touched me before I was walled, I could seize. "We're unarmed. Look, no weapons. Never any weapons." Speak for yourself. "We're safe."

"Look at their hands. They're clean."

One from behind, who seemed to be the leader who was designated CLine, pushed me forward. "Alright, process them. The protected one first."

Two of them grabbed me by the shoulder, making me glad I had on my coat, as the others held back the Doctor. "Oi, oi! What's wrong with clean hands? Remember!"

"What's going on?"

My right arm go pushed inside a machine I didn't recognise and couldn't concentrate on the men long enough to get an answer. "Leave her alone, she's not well."

I was fine, my voice just didn't want to be heard. Oh, okay, something had my hand, it had my hand. "Ah!" I yelped as something ripped skin off the back of it. "Ah!"

"Get off my sister, let her go!"

"Everyone gets processed."

A moment later I was released, my brother grabbing me to look, worriedly checking the graze on my hand. "What on earth? Sister, that's just-"

No. No, no, no, no. Her thoughts. Even before the doors of the machine opened, I could hear her thoughts, loud, clear and in the same methodical pattern as mine. She was skinny, a frail looking frame, but clearly strong, with pale blonde hair, the same as mine once was, and in army combat gear. Why? Why was the universe doing this to me?