POLLUX • Doctor Who

Chapter Eleven, love Ophelia

Chapter Eleven, Love Ophelia
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The tips of his fingers were rough and worked out as the paper rested between them, his eyes scanning over the neatly handwritten words that were on display.

'Dear Doctor,

If you have this letter in your possession, I've succeeded with what I needed to do. I might not see you again as of who I am right now, and I might not get to travel with you. That's why I ask you to do one last thing. One last favour. And it's not going to be easy, it's going to be hard and irritating, it's going to get on your nerves because I cannot give you an explanation as to why I need you to do these things. But you have to do them, and it will all make sense in the end.

Go to Pollux, the day before the war broke out. There was a rescue plan for a child, a child believed to be able to save the universe of what is to come. But without your help the plan will fail. I need you to go to the east tower and take the baby with you to earth. There will be a family at Burnsroad in London, ready to take care of her. The large blue house with a black roof. 1999

Don't read the next parts of this letter before you've rescued her.'

He wasn't going to see her again, and the last thing she wanted him to do, was to save another person. Another being. To do something that could delete timelines completely if he changed the future. He wanted to say no, he wanted to read the letter and then burn it in anger. But he couldn't. He knew he had to follow her words.

"So...?" Amy questioned, excitedly waiting for his reaction as the memories had fallen back to her. But the man didn't say a single word.

Instead, he started the engines of the TARDIS, and they were headed off to an unsafe planet hundreds of years ago.

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Stealing a baby, a heavily guarded one at that, was against the Doctor's morals. Amy and Rory only seemed to comply and do as he wanted them to, but even as he knew who he was doing it for, carrying a sleeping daughter of the Queen felt awfully wrong. And the fact that he had to put the newly wed couple through the task of making it past the war that was breaking out, all of the gun firing and explosions, might have felt even worse. Even if it was for her sake.

The family in London, a lesbian couple who he recognised as people who worked for the rebellion against the government, had luckily been nice enough to calm him down. He had met Marie- and Louisa Stewart on a mission to prevent the war between Daleks and Cybermen many many years ago. They had been special FBI agents who then rioted against what the government did to people not only on this planet, but also out in space. Lovely women. And he definitely understood why Ophelia had trusted them with this child.

"Doctor, what is this all about?" Amy had asked as they entered the TARDIS again, watching him run back over to the note that he had left neatly folded on the control panel.

"It's the letter from Ophelia." The room went silent, air tense and uncomfortable. They wanted to ask more about what the note had said, but his expression was puzzled and pained.

His fingers hovered over the paper for a second before he opened it. Did he really want to do the dirty work for someone he wouldn't be able to see again? Did he really want to put himself through all of this, just for her? Of course he did.