Who: Winnifred What: Her arrival Where: Starts on Gallifrey, ends in Malvern. When: Mid afternoon, sometime in the week, pick a day, any day. Open: To Lacey, possibly others later on. Rating: PG13?
Fred was sitting in the trenches, weapon in hand, staring off into space. It wasn't smart to space out during a battle, especially in the middle of the night, but it had been quiet for hours. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes wide. It was only a few days into the actual warfare, even though it was obvious that the fight had already been going on for a while. The call to arms had been a shock, and even more so when she was forced out of the lab and into the mud of the front lines. On either side of her were two more newly appointed soldiers, just as twitchy as she. "I shouldn't be here." One of them said for what had to have been the hundredth time that night.
"Oh shut up Reader!"
"Make me Deacon!"
It was the same argument that the two had had since the calm had fallen, not that Reader wasn't right of course. He shouldn't have been there, none of them should have. Fred often found herself feeling horribly betrayed by her would be aunt, her very namesake, sending her to the front lines. "I still shouldn't be here."
"Reader, i swear if you say that one more time i will shoot you myself." Fred barely paid any attention to the heated back and forth that started between the men on either side of her. Nor did she notice another person trying to calm them down before one lunged at the other. Fred cringed when the two men started a fist fight pretty much on top of her, both of them only halting their movements when one of their punches caught her in the face. She yelped, grabbing her face as her nose began to bleed.
"Oh, Savant, oh god." Deacon started, looking at her in horror at what he had done. She just shook her head silently at him, her hands over her nose and cheek. "I'm so sorry." He said, sounding upset about having hit her.
Everyone in the trench was concentrating on her and the two men, no one saw the Daleks coming up behind them, it was an...... "Ambush." Fred whispered in fear as she looked up wide eye in shock at the three floating horrors before them. They all scrambled for the weapons, but the invaders had them at a disadvantage. Because unlike the Time Lords, the Daleks already had their weapons. Fred gasped, her breath shaky as one trained it's sights one her. "Mummy." Was the last thing she breathed before the light of the shots filled the trenches, followed closely by the Time Lord's screams.
The next thing Fred knew she was sitting on the ground in the middle of the day, her arm still raised, shielding herself from the shot that never came. It took her a moment before she realized that there was nothing to shield herself from, dropping her shaking arm from in front of her bleeding and dirty face. Her breathing was shaky and confused, where the hell was she? And more importantly, when was she?