Roka was invisible to everyone until the Master took her life and made her real. She decides to run with him and leave the Doctor and Amy behind. But time gets scrambled, the past starts to repeat and old bonds strengthen, as they have to face enemi...
A/N: So, this is what the apocalypse looks like... people hoarding toilet paper, the old folks crowding cities and parks as if they were suicidal... We might get a curfew in the next few days. Some cities already have them...
And it's not even friggin zombies!
At least I'd know how to deal with those. ¬︿¬
Anyway. Stay safe out there! And enjoy this chapter while hiding from the world.
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The soft crackling of fire eased its way through the silence and the blackness of unconscious dreams, promising warmth and safety. It was indeed warm, and a soft touch on her head helped her back to the waking world, played gently with her short hair, until she got aware of other sounds. Soft rustling of cloth, a quiet cough here and there, and a voice.
A voice that told of the ancient, of the dark, of a schism that let one look into time itself, and of a race that once held the key to such a tear in the fabric of everything. Not the Time Lords, but...
"Beings as big as the structures these ruins are made of," the voice told. "With thick, smooth skin and leathery wings, their appearance so strange not even we could quite grasp it."
Roka listened. She knew that story, had been there to experience it herself, after all. She listened as the Master told of how he had connected himself to her mind, had been able to hear her thoughts and experience everything she did, because as a human she had been the only one perceptible to the mind tricks this ancient species was playing on them. Only through her could they open doors that were locked with mechanisms closed by madness that only affected her senses.
But he altered the story. Told how they had stolen the key and sold it for a galaxy in return, where, in reality, the ancient gods of this place had bitten themselves into Roka's mind, and therefore into the Master's, had overwhelmed them both with terrifying nightmares they had not been able to escape on their own. The Doctor had helped, had told her how to rip the connection to the Master, and had then guided her out of the nightmares himself.
She liked the Master's version a lot better, smiled to herself in her half sleeping state and only then wondered, whom he was telling this anyway.
"There you are!" River's voice called out surprised from somewhere that sounded a few meters away. "Geeze, I thought you were rampaging who knows where and then you're here... telling stories to children."
The Master chuckled and remarked snidely, "Yeah, a bit hilarious, isn't it? You hear the woman, get lost, y'all!"
The rustling of cloth and many blabbering voices followed, scattering and fading after a time. Roka had to hold back a laugh as she grasped the situation. But she didn't want to move, didn't want to be fully awake and be forced to leave the lap she was sleeping on. She remembered how he had tried to keep her away from him, recently. Now he did the exact opposite.
