Quantum Survivor

Eleven

*Eleventh Doctor*

Time was all put back together. I was on my own and the Ponds were off doing Pond things.

As I walked through the Tardis, I suddenly felt as if I had forgotten something important. I patted my pocket, "Sonic." I patted my head, "I need to order a fez." I patted my collar, "Bow-tie..."

"Imma call you Doctor Bow-tie, if you don't mind." The girls smile was so brilliant, who was she?

The girl bounced over my 10th face and Rose to shake my hand, "Um, Hi. Name's Iris."

Iris... IRIS! How could I forget?!

"Iris!?" I ran into her room, it was completely different when I got there. And what I found even more strange, was that I had more, older yet newer memories of this room.

The chalk walls designs were more intricut then I had seen her draw in the past. The bed was gone, just as the day Syria had passed, leaving only the desk with her computer on it. And an entire wall was covered in pictures.

Many of a face I had seen a long time ago, "Syria Moors."

On the computer there was a sticky note, the one with the password. "Iris... What did you do?"

I opened the computer and once I typed the password in, a video popped up.

"This time, I really, truly am gone. And you will remember how I died, but not how I got there."

Her eyes were pink and her nose was running, "But that doesn't matter, as it was my time anyways. I am suprised you remembered me... I am sure it took a while, but better late then never."

She rubbed her eyes, "This isn't like the last video. I am not the same. My name is Missy, it is my job to be the messy, crazy troublemaker. I want you to know Doctor, that I love you. A different you. You deserve the world and everything in it, and I- I will not hold you back anymore."

"My name is Iris Grey, I am the girl that time forgot twice. My name is Missy, and I am the Time Lady lost to time. My name is Syria Moors, for I am sorry for all the pain that I caused you... And this is my story." The video closed and her journal popped up.

From day 1 written by Iris Grey, to her last day written by Syria Moors.

I close the laptop and look to the pictures on the wall. Some of them were of Nine and Syria, going through the healing. Some were of Iris and Rose. Some of Iris and I. Some of Iris and the Ponds. Some of Missy and Melody Pond. But one stood out the most, was one of Iris all alone, with the chameleon curcuit in her hand. It was titled, 'The Beginning'.

One was of Syria and nine counting, 'one through nine'

And one was of us fixing the Tardis together, 'eleven'

I went to the laptop and skimmed through what was new, but it was nothing new to me... All except for one paragraph on the last page.

Thank you for taking the time for reading my story. Thank you for giving me a home. I helped you with so many things, let me help you one last time. You are a time lord, not the lord of time. Sometimes, time is the boss and there is nothing you can do. I hope Moors was able to teach you this, for my time is coming to an end and this is truly the last page. Love you Doctor, and until we meey again.

I was crying at the end of it, I had never felt more alone.

"Doctor!"

Amy?

The Tardis whirred, "Thanks, old girl." Maybe Miss. Iris Moors was right. Maybe I wasn't ever really alone and maybe, just maybe, time isn't my responsibility.

"DOCTOR!"

"Coming!" I rushed out of the door and locked it behind me.

Missy's Museum

"How about, we go for a picnic? New York sound good?"

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The end.