Companion of Death - A Doctor Who Fanfiction (Thasmin)

Chapter 3: The Timeless Children

I'm on the fence whether I like the Timeless Child thing. The video above is why I don't like it, but then there's also this article (https://screenrant.com/doctor-who-theory-the-doctor-had-the-timeless-childs-memories-all-along/) that proves that the Doctor is actually older than we are led to believe and may actually be the Timeless Child. This chapter kind of twists it a very different way than how the show presents it. Still not sure what I think of it. But bear with me.

Something exploded just outside the TARDIS, shaking the ground. We were in a warzone again. It seemed to me that traveling with the Doctor amounted to getting caught in wars all across the universe. All of time and space at our reach, and we were resolving conflicts.

There were four knocks on the TARDIS door and both Time Ladies cursed in their mother tongue. Though I did not know why they were so worried, it was obvious that somebody outside wanted us. Friend or foe, I had no idea. That was why I armed myself with my pocket knife and two grenades – one frag and one flash-bang – before opening the door.

The person outside was young and presumably female, given the way her black leather catsuit and flexible body armor hugged her curves. She wore fingerless leather gauntlets on her hands and steel-toed combat boots that reached her knees. A black balaclava covered her head, revealing only a pair of angry hazel eyes. A quiver full of arrows was just over her right shoulder, and a small gun was holstered at her hip. In her left hand she held a strung recurve bow. She looked like a battle-hardened soldier.

I was no match for her. The black skull bandanna that I had tied around my face, planning on taking it out for a spin, matched the tee I was wearing under my leather jacket. Paired with my ripped jeans and combat boots, I looked tough – but not in comparison to this girl.

"Are you the Doctor's newest plaything?" the girl asked suspiciously. Her voice was slightly muffled through her balaclava. "I'd watch out, if I were you. He does tend to discard his companions when he tires of them. Come find me when he gets rid of you."

Before I could wonder about the girl calling the Doctor a 'he', or what she meant by her discarding her companions, I was shoved out of the way as the Time Lady embraced her.

"Me!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I thought I recognized the voice!"

I briefly wondered if the Doctor was calling the girl 'Me'. It was a peculiar title.

(AN: She's back, too!)

The girl stepped out of the hug and removed the balaclava from her head. "Yes, it's Me," she said coldly. "And don't bother pretending that we're friends." She dropped her balaclava to draw her gun, which she pointed right at the Doctor's chest.

Ever the police officer, Yaz drew her own gun and pointed it at the girl. "Drop the gun," she ordered.

I pulled the pin from the flash-bang and dropped the grenade at the girl's feet. It went off loudly, creating a blinding light that distracted the girl. Yaz deftly plucked the gun from her hand and brought her over to the console, slipping handcuffs around the bar that ran beneath it and snapping them around the girl's wrists. I removed the bow from her grip and unstrung it, discarding it beside her quiver. If she had other weapons on her person, she could not reach them with her hands cuffed behind her back.

"What do you want from me?" the girl asked.

"You do not kill, or even attempt to kill, the Doctor," Yaz said furiously.

I would tease her for being overprotective, but it was not the time.

"Why did you come here?" I demanded, my bandanna muffling my voice.