Fighting Against Fire [One] (The Protector Chronicles)

The Empty Child - I

Before we get underway with this chapter I would like you to meet someone...

Introducing...

Amy Adams as the Eleventh Stone

*Evil laughs* I've had this in the plans for a LONG time, it's why we haven't had an update on the Parallel Series in a while because I had to get to this point here before I could release anything else for that because of the timelines... Sadly there is no Eleven popping up so I'm sorry about that, he's with Araya no doubt causing havoc somewhere. It's just the good old Stone.

This is something I've been looking forward to since day one of planning this fic which just shows how long it's been in the process of being made. Just a word of warning if you haven't read up to the latest fic of the Parallel Series you may get a bit confused so I recommend at least reading the interlude that rolls into this one. Without further ado, it's cross over time!

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The Protector sat in the comfort of her room, a small fireplace the TARDIS had created for her crackled now and then while the orange glow reflected on her face as she stared back into it. The light bounced off her eyes while making them shine brightly.

She'd be lying if she said she was okay after what had happened. She was unsettled and honestly ashamed of herself. Ashamed she allowed the creatures to even come into existence and even more ashamed that she allowed herself to become so petty because of the Doctor.

She let herself be pulled into his games and it put the Universe at risk, that was what she was the most annoyed at. She would never admit it to anyone but she was becoming more like him as each day went by. More careless and less caring.

It was terrifying.

The Time Lady sighed in frustration and tore her eyes away from the dancing flames to look at her chest of draws, she smiled slightly at the photo frames sitting atop it. While she had no physical photos of Gallifrey, the TARDIS used her memories to create picture frames. The Protector's eyes fell on one of a young girl who almost looked like a spitting image of her third body, smiling brightly in an Academy uniform which fitted perfectly, maybe a little too perfectly for a first-year student but then again the young girl's grandparents wouldn't have expected anything less than perfect.

It was with that thought the Protector frowned again and the shame she had felt minutes before bubbled back up inside her. She knew if not only her parents but the rest of the Time Lords could see her now they'd mock her and laugh, not just for her cowardice months ago but also the predicament she now found herself in.

It was almost karma.

The Protector hung her head after having to pull her eyes away from the photo, she was only making things worse for herself after attempting to seek comfort. Comfort she would never find, the Time Lords were gone with the only other one alive an egotistical big-eared idiot whom she despised.