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The Doctor (9) (doc_fantastic) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-01-01 20:46:00

Who: Nine, Sexy, and whoever's in the TARDIS
What: Nine's arrival into Lawrence
Where: Streets of Lawrence, moves to the TARDIS
When: New Year's Day, evening.
Rating: At the moment, G-ish. Could change.

It had been one hell of a stressful battle. So many lives lost. All the people on Satellite 5 dead. Dead because of the damned Daleks. But Rose, his Rose, had been fantastic. Absorbing the Time Vortex was something that no one should do. But Rose had done it and so to save her life, he had taken it from her. He looked down at the blonde in his arms and smiled fondly. Such a fantastic girl. But, first things first. He turned to his wonderful time machine and let a slow, controlled breath out. The Time Vortex left him and he swayed after. Closing his eyes to get his bearing back, he felt a small pain ripple through his body. Another one soon erupted and he fell to his knees, doubling over in slight pain. He focused but before he could restart the regeneration cycle, he felt the energy leave him in a burst.

That's not suppose to happen...

He opened his eyes and stood up, staring in shock at his new surroundings. This wasn't Satellite 5. Had he been trans-matted somewhere? That made the most sense. At least for the moment. He frowned and listened as the people bustled about the streets. American accents from what he could discern. But as he looked around he discovered something most troubling.

The TARDIS and Rose were gone. His face grew serious and he decided to get some answers. Spotting a news stand, he wandered over and began flipping through newspapers and magazines, learning quickly where he was. Lawrence, Kansas. Interesting. There must be something here that had pulled him from the future, and without his magnificent TARDIS.

"Well, least I know Rose and my TARDIS didn't wander off," he muttered, Eying a computer store down the road, he made his way towards it, grateful he still had his psychic paper and his sonic screwdriver. Perhaps something was going on here with Earth and that was why he was needed here.

Sexy was coming to the realization that she was never going to be comfortable with the idea of sitting still. She knew her thief didn’t like it either, both of them. They just seemed better at dealing with it than the humanized TARDIS matrix. Especially lately with all the drama involving Romana and the Master. She didn’t care what the Time Lady said, the Master couldn’t be trusted, even with the drums wished away. He might fluctuate, but in the end, his true nature would always come through. She could see it as plain as day. It had nothing to do with what he’d done to her, the countless times he’d stolen her from her thief. When he turned her into a paradox machine. No. This went beyond that. Because she knew he would end up saving her thief. The wrong version of him had done the same. But this version? The version with this time line and stream? No. He would cause pain and destruction, with or without the drums.

Still, both her thieves had a plan to spy on the Master, them and Leela. It was risky and full of possibilities for messing up, but it was something at least. Though, apparently her habit of wandering when she was upset was upsetting to her thief as she had a tendency to get lost. Though to be fair, she missed Christmas because of what Romana had said and gotten lost. At least until she was found. She knew that he wanted to put a tracking device on her, but Sexy did not need a.. what did they call the things in cars? GPS? Yes. That was it. She was not a car. There was no need to put a GPS on her. So for now she had taken to wearing her thief’s jacket from his sixth form. It was bright and easy to spot. Well, and the fact that she had taken to wearing random jackets her thief had worn in the years they had travelled together, and his scarf from his fourth form. She was already patchwork in a sense, her internal organs should be failing because a humanoid body couldn’t hold her, but the Seal seemed to halt that. So why not add to the patchwork theme and use it in her clothing? She at least had stopped wearing the Victorian style dress and tended to wear more ‘normal’ clothing.

Rounding a corner, the brunette woman blinked. She had thought she had felt a familiar time stream enter this place. Her thief. Again. Earlier than either version here, fresh from the Time War and hurting. Hurting from what he had to do. Hurting because he was supposed to regenerate after saving Rose, who had taken her into her to become Bad Wolf and save the Doctor. Who changed Jack and made him a paradox and wrong....

“Thief!” Perhaps not the wisest thing to say on a street, but no matter. Most people didn’t seem to notice what had escaped the woman’s mouth, and so Sexy raced up to where her thief was and just hugged him. She had a feeling that human interaction would always be strange for her but she was getting better at it. At least she hadn’t kissed him upon sight as she had when she had first seen him after the transition from TARDIS to this shell that was too small to house her?

It was a nice day out in Lawrence. At least that’s how Nine saw it. He heard someone yell thief but no one was running out of a store so maybe it had been a joke of some sort. But as he rounded a corner, he was suddenly confronted by a brunette wearing that seemed to be a jacket he had worn in his sixth form. And then the woman hugged him.

“Hello.” What else was he suppose to say? Besides, he didn’t know the situation here yet so not starting anything too violent would be a wise move for now. Hopefully this wasn’t some sort of Dalek trap.

But with the woman still hugging him, he decided to go ahead and return the hug. She didn’t seem threatening in any way and there was something nagging at the back of his mind that he should know this woman. His mind drifted back to his early days and some of the other people he had drafted into traveling with him. She didn’t look like any of the humans he had picked up along the way. Perhaps she was the Time Lady Romana. But a small part of him doubted that.

No, she seemed far more familiar than that, as if she was humming with familiar power. Gently as possible, he disengaged the hug and gave her a smile. “I’m the Doctor, what’s your name?”

Well, so far, so good. Apparently the hug was the correct reaction to go with. Kissing apparently was inappropriate as was biting. And well, she only reserved kicking and throwing things when she was upset. And while she was indeed upset about different things, Sexy wasn’t upset at seeing her thief. No, she would always be happy to see him, no matter what form he was in. After all, she had stolen him. He claimed otherwise, but that was the truth. She had stolen him to see the world. He was just the one crazy enough to enter an unlocked obsolete TARDIS in a museum and leave. It was them, always. His strays would come and go, his form would change, but she would be there. Well, the actual her. Who knew about this form, how long it would last, if the Seal’s powers would erode over time and she would be left dying again.

As her thief pulled away after returning the hug, Sexy merely tilted her head to the side, a slight smirk on her lips. Well, his reaction proved he had an idea on knowing her, which was more than she could say for her current thief. Though to be fair, he had been preoccupied. The blue boxes. And the biting...

“I know who you are, thief. You’re my Doctor.”

Okay, to be fair, she was avoiding the name question. Mostly because they never really had figured out what her name should be as one didn’t just go around being called TARDIS. Well, the displaced knew who she was, and whenever her thief was searching for her, he referred to her as his TARDIS he was looking for and then specified, but as for a name? That had yet to be determined. The most recent thief called her Sexy, but only when they were alone or in filters. The one before him tended to stick with Old Girl. Romana wanted her to use Fred but it didn’t sit right.

Ophelia? Cassandra? No. Those were just characters and myth that she related to in odd peculiar ways. Or because she had become Ophelia briefly and no one listened to her warnings. No, that wasn’t so. Both thieves listened. So for now, she’d leave the name question alone because it gave her a headache thinking about that.

“You’re going to ask me why I call you thief, but you are. You stole me when I was quite old already. Now you want to exclaim you merely borrowed but that means you would return me and I wouldn’t let you return me. So, Thief.” It was one of Sexy’s more coherent sentences, which she had on occasion. Usually it was just when time streams were messed up, or she was trying to express something when her words came out in riddle. Or was it just because this was her thief and she would always be better able to communicate with him, no matter his regeneration? There were many questions but there was time for that to be figured out. Annoying, linear time, but time all the same.

Nine frowned. “Your Doctor?” His brow furrowed in thought, watching her. He knew she had skipped over telling him her name, but what she said next more than made up for it. While he had stolen bits and bobs of various alien technology over the centuries, there was only one thing he had stolen that he treasured above all else, only one thing that could claim to be alive. But that wasn’t possible...

“Well I’ve never kidnapped anyone...not without returning them home or wherever they wanted to be left.” Though it was true some of his companions he had abandoned in a way so they could move on, like Sarah Jane. That hadn’t been easy to do but it had been needed. Part of his was dreading the day when he might have to do that to Rose. Not aging, always regenerating, she deserved someone who would grow old and age with her. But right, he had work to do to verify this woman’s claims.

He reached into his black leather jacket and rummaged through the pocket, pulling out his trusty sonic screwdriver. Adjusting the settings just so, he ran it briefly over the woman in the multicolored jacket. His blue eyes widened slightly in wonder, a small grin forming on his face.

“Oh that is fantastic...you are but...how?? A humanoid shell shouldn’t be able to contain your matrix yet here you are. Oh this is fantastic!” This was amazing. If everything was right, then this was his TARDIS. In a humanized form no less. He felt as giddy as a school boy with a brand new toy, and in a way he was. Now he could truly talk to his wonderful, magnificent TARDIS and (hopefully) understand her. And he had so many questions to ask her. But first, some important ones.

“How’d you get here from Satellite 5? Is Rose here too, do you know?”

It was always fascinating watching her thief work things out, so instead, she merely stood patiently, quirking a brow as he rambled about not stealing anyone. Well, she hadn’t been a someone when he had stolen her, that was certain. Or had she? She’d been sentient, after all. She was the TARDIS. But in a humanoid form? Not so much. So, she merely stood there, watching as he began to put two and two together. And out came the Sonic Screwdriver. Always a quick thinker her thief was. And this time she didn’t have to go into the sound she made to explain it. She could, but where was the fun in that? That had been how she had told his most current form, no, she needed to test him.

And there it was. The realization of who she was. Of the fact that she shouldn’t exist. And then the questions. Well, she certainly had never been one of the people who found the newly displaced and explained things. One, she was usually with one of her thieves, and two, she wasn’t the most understandable of residents here. Really, only her thief could ever make sense of her most the time Mental link and all that most likely.

“It shouldn’t. It doesn’t. Or does it? Here it does, the magic here. In our world, the shell is dying.” And while she didn’t know how it ended, what her thief would do, she knew he would find a way to save her. To allow her to return to her home. They’d been in her by that time, she merely had needed a console to go into. Her own. It didn’t matter if it was current or past or present. So long as it was her. “One of our adventures. In your future. Two futures? Your most current regeneration. Not the one you were about to go into when you came here.”

That explained how she came to be. Sort of. Not really. Sexy didn’t like going into what House had done to her. Tearing her from herself and shoving her into too small a form. It was as bad as the Master turning her into a paradox machine. The only difference in that she could communicate with her thief better. Mostly. Usually.

“She is. Yes. So are you. Two of you, most recent two. And Leela and the uppity Time Lady and the Master and River Song but you don’t know her yet. Spoilers. We all came here the same. The Seal. Biblical of Hell. Brought to fight an apocalypse. Demons and angels not all as it seems. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Bubble universes and wrong time lines. Very wrong. Dizzying. Worrying. The dead are not dead, time lines halted and altered. Time streams frayed and taunting, waiting. The past to come back, the present to change, alternating future all the time as people come and go and come and go.”

Well, wasn’t all that nice and confusing. But he needed to think over what his TARDIS had just said, work out the confusing bits to make sense for him. First, she had said that Rose was here. So he didn’t just abandon her on Satellite 5, that was good. Explaining to Jackie that he had left her daughter thousands of years in the future surely warranted another slap. Then he blinked. Leela? Romana? The Master? They were all here? But that was impossible. And who the blazes was River Song? Well, TARDIS had said he didn’t know her yet, probably had to do with his future. He started pacing a little as he worked out what the TARDIS had said that was more of a jumbled mess.

Two futures, most recent regeneration but not the one I was about to go into... He stopped and looked at her. “So there’s two other versions of me here? Both future. But something pulled us here, didn’t it? This...Seal you said, right?” He folded his arms over his chest. “This could be an alternate dimension of some sort if it’s not the Earth we know...”

He suddenly unfolded his arms and clapped his hands together. “Right! Things to do! I think I should go and meet myself...well selves actually.” He gave a grin at his TARDIS. “But before that, is there anything I should call you aside from TARDIS? I mean TARDIS, can’t be a normal name around these parts.” If she didn’t have a name, he’d have to think up an appropriately amazing name to call his magnificent time traveling space ship. After all, in his time, she was the only link he had left to his people after what he had had to do in the War.

Good good good, he was following along. But of everyone, her thief would always be able to follow her train of thought the easiest. They were connected, seven hundred plus years of time travel would do that. They had bonded. She took him where he needed to go. Such as that whole incident with him wanting to return Rose home twelve hours after taking her instead of twelve months. But had they not arrived when they did, he wouldn’t have been there for the Slitheen. She just knew these things even before he did. So what if he always called her unreliable at times, or beat her with a rubber mallet or got frustrated? He was where he needed to be, like it or not. She took care of him just as he took care of her. Sometimes it seemed now more than ever given her regular confusion over human emotions and the like.

“Current theory, yes. Alternate dimension. Two Doctors, three now. One TARDIS. One me.” Whoever she was. Sometimes Sexy wasn’t certain. She was in the wrong shell. But she could still add power to machines of Time Lord technology. She could see time streams, follow them. True, the future was always changing but there were certain fixed points even if they didn’t make sense at the moment. Like the Master. No matter what he did now that the drums were silenced, he would end up at that place where death and destruction and pain followed. A place Romana didn’t want to see and thus closed herself off to seeing which led to the seeming feud between Time Lady and TARDIS.

“I can take you to them.” It wasn’t that hard, they stayed in the TARDIS. All of them, really. Though Rose tended to go back to the Complex. But she doubted her thief would really want to do that when there was his make shift home there. Why would he? The TARDIS, box TARDIS that is, was familiar and comforting.

“Names. TARDIS is not really... no. No names have ever been worked out. Is that the term? Worked out? I thought that meant exercising. Human languages are very complicated.” At least she had mostly worked out tenses. That was a start. Though one phrase for multiple meanings was very tiresome at times. Because Sexy would know what she wanted to say but actually saying it came out wrong. “I became Ophelia. I don’t like the pool.” And why should she? She’d tried to drown herself repeatedly for a day because of that particular Seal event. Or was it trickster event? Sexy wasn’t positive. Given it’s length of time, she was going to say Trickster.

“Romana doesn’t listen. Never listens. Not Cassandra as thief listens though.” And so went the musings about her name.

“Humans are complicated people, stupid apes at times.” He glanced around. Well they hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. So this world must not have UNIT in it. But it did have two, well now three, of him and he needed to go talk with himself. “Well, we best be off before I cause any unwanted trouble.” Never mind the fact that was one of the things he excelled in. But Nine needed to know what was going on before he could start helping to fix this. His incredible TARDIS had said that he along with the others had been pulled here to fight in some big final battle.

Hopefully it won’t be as bad as the Time War... A haunted look came over him. Margaret the Slitheen had been right. Always moving and never staying in the same spot because he dare not look back. So much death and destruction followed him. The Daleks’ name for him was accurate at times. The Oncoming Storm.

Putting the smile back on his face, he slid his screwdriver back into its usual spot. “Do you mind if I ask a question as we head for the other mes? Why are you wearing that jacket? I thought that was stored down in the clothing area of...well you. Or did you find it in this world?” There were countless possibilities. Either his TARDIS had found it here or one of his other selves had come with a TARDIS of his own and this TARDIS had gotten it from that TARDIS. That seemed to be a paradox to him, to have the same TARDISes in the same place at the same time, but the Reapers weren’t around so it must not be a time paradox.
She noticed the look and felt the urge to hug her thief again, but she held it back this time. After all, Sexy was still learning just what was normal and acceptable and the like. Still, she did nod in agreement about humans being complicated.

“Bigger on the inside, lots of emotions and feelings...very confusing.” At least, to Sexy it was. But no matter. She would learn to deal with it. And now she had three thieves to help her understand, each with a different perspective from their relative points in time. She was going to have to break it to him, that he was fictional here. But maybe she’d let one of the other hims do that. Or if it came up, because, well, Sexy really had no filter when she spoke. Whatever was on her mind was what she said, usually in a mess of words that made no sense, but no matter.

“Most recent you came with me. Box me. I’m the mad bitey me. And rambly.” Really, she should not be so flippant about that comment, but it was true. Sexy wasn’t exactly sane and she had a perchance of biting if the situation so warranted. But that was how the newest thief described her and he was right, so why fight it?

“I get lost. Wander. Things confuse me, make no sense, spinning and dancing and taunting. Need to move. And then lost so other you looks for me. Easier to spot in this.” After all, it was rainbow technicolor of ridiculous proportions. But as Sexy was rather ridiculous herself in her mannerisms and speech, it fit rather well in the end. “Don’t like standing still. Don’t like linear time.” Scrunching up her nose, Sexy just sighed. “Can’t fly away. Only to this universe’ planets. Trapped.” Like when he’d been banished to Earth all those years ago in his third form. “Things to do, yes, yes. Lots of things. Things to do, things to learn. Talk to yourself. Is it talking yourself? Same history, same memories. Different personalities.”

Mad, bitey and rambly? I had a feeling she’d be a bit like this. After all, his TARDIS was unique and amazing, at least in his mind. And they’d been together for so long, that it only made sense he’d have a feeling of how she would be if a person. “Do I want to know who you bit?” he asked with his happy-go-lucky grin.

But hearing how she said she wandered and needed to move, he could more than relate to that. “Well, the jacket certainly suits you well.” Part of him was a bit disappointed to learn that the box TARDIS could only fly in this universe. Still, could be worse after all. “Well, we might be trapped in this universe, but at least we have two versions of you. That’s still fantastic that I finally get to properly meet you.”

He scratched at his ear and made a slight face for barely a second. He hated this form’s ears. Rickey, Mickey, whatever his name was, always calling him Dumbo. “Something I’ve always wanted to know though. Why do you keep dropping me off at wrong points at times? Like when I tried to take Rose back home after twelve hours after taking her. You brought us back after twelve months.” It was something that pricked at him at times and he tried to puzzle it out when it happened. Part of him thought it had to be a reason (the TARDIS was living after all) while another part thought it was a mechanical issue.

If only I could have six pilots like the TARDIS is suppose to have. No matter, I manage. Though Nine did feel bad for having to whack the TARDIS with the rubber mallet and such. No doubt she often threw him off course just to get back at him for the whacking.

“Newest you. Biting is excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner. Didn’t know I was a biter until Uncle said I was...strange, that.” The last bit was trailed off as Sexy’s mind went back to that whole thing. Having herself ripped from her true shell into this had been horrible. The dying. The race against time. But it was her and her thief as always. So really, she knew they’d survive. They had to.

“Talking is very confusing. Too many words.” But still, she did agree. She finally got to say hello to her thief. True, she had yet to do so. Not really. Or had she? Sexy’s head was spinning trying to keep track of things. What she wanted to do, what she had done, especially here. “Two mes. Three yous. Three companions. One....” Sexy didn’t know how to describe the Master, so she merely shook her head at that one. And then the question on why she dropped him off at the wrong times. To which Sexy merely rolled her eyes.

“Always thinking about your wants. I took you where you needed to go.”

Really, it was as if she was having the same conversation she had had when she first met her thief. Well. Not exactly first. This part had come when they’d been bickering in her sisters’ graveyard. Pausing momentarily, Sexy closed her eyes at the memory of all of her sisters, raped and killed by House. What he tried to do to her. What the Master had done to her in his own way when he turned her into that horrid paradox machine. But right. Walking. Walking to the TARDIS, the other her. To her other thieves. Well, she knew the most recent would most likely be there. The other one was doing his own thing so who knew. Maybe out with Rose. Maybe exploring.

“This way, thief.”

Nine knew that look on his TARDIS’s face well. He knew it well. He wore it himself at times. The haunted look that came with losing things that you cared deeply about. Hoping that he wouldn’t get bitten, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever it is you lost, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

At hearing her direct the way, he nodded. “Right.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and followed after her. “Well...suppose I should say thanks for taking me where I was most needed. I’ll try to keep that in mind from this point on.” At least now he understood why she’d take him so off course at times.

Though as they walked, he puzzled over what she meant by one. One what? Though that might be her referring to the Master. The Master was hard to describe. He definitely wasn’t a friend. Not a willing friend at least. And while he knew it was a risk of knowing about his future, he was curious as to how many regenerations he had had since his ninth form. So, he asked.

“Exactly what regeneration am I on now? I know I have a tenth, but is the other one here my eleventh of twelfth?” He hated regenerating. It was like a part of him died. Hence why he preferred avoiding such drastic life and death situations when he could. No sense in constantly changing. Then he’d have no sense of himself. And that simply would not do. He might go insane like the Master.

Feeling the hand on her shoulder, Sexy merely nodded. At the time, her thief had been determined to figure out a way to save Pretty and the Orangey Girl, he hadn’t thought about what that junkyard had been to her, though she had let him know in his own ways and then he had gotten it. But he had been right. They needed to save the two, and her proper form. She was dying, safe was relative. Still, seeing all of her deceased sisters... It hadn’t been easy.

The comment about keeping in mind what she had told her gave the humanized TARDIS a wane smile. He wouldn’t remember this adventure. They would go back to their proper timelines as if nothing had happened. Some people came back and remembered but her thief wouldn’t. Because she knew his future. She had to tell him this same thing in his eleventh form. Though it was interesting to see her thief not thrilled by the regeneration aspect. True, he never was. But after the Time War, he had been seeking death it seemed, until Rose showed up. Bad Wolf. Then again, death and regeneration were different, really, so who knew.

“Eleven yous.” It wasn’t so much a spoiler. After all, Time Lords had thirteen incarnations. It was a known fact that he would have them. She just didn’t tell him what had happened. He could watch that on television if he ever felt like it. Not that it ever went well for people who followed their fictionalized lives, so who knew. Then again, with River or Melody sacrificing her remaining regenerations to save her thief, even Sexy didn’t know if that meant he still had two regenerations left, or if the ones used to save his life had been added to his regeneration cycle.

Nine was a bit stunned to learn he had eleven forms. Eleven different variations of himself. But odder things had happened. Would happen. He began to wonder how different his two new selves were. Were they similar to him? Were they different? Was he finally ginger? He couldn’t wait to see. It was safe to assume that his personalities would be different than it was now. And what all adventures had he gone on?

At least the Daleks are gone. Finally. After all the death and destruction they had brought to him and his people, it was about time they were finished off for good. If he never saw a Dalek again it would be too soon.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence after a few minutes of walking. “Part of me is curious to know if I managed to regenerate as a ginger.” He glanced down at the TARDIS. He needed a name to call her. But he needed a proper name for her. She was incredible after all and he felt she needed an incredible name. He couldn’t very well just keep calling her TARDIS. Especially if the ship form was still around. That would just get confusing and from what he had seen so far, his humanized TARDIS was easily confused and frustrated. So a name for him to call her would be good.

But what name could truly capture the magnificence of my phenomenal time ship? It was definitely safe to say that that Nine dearly loved his TARDIS. Perhaps one of his other selves had an appropriate name that suited the TARDIS. It was a hope at least.

“So are the other mes in the box you?”

Poor naive thief, thinking the Daleks were defeated for good. If only that were so. But it wasn’t as they had a way of showing up. So long as the Seal didn’t decide to bring them here though, Sexy wasn’t going to worry about that. She was already worried about what the Master had planned. She knew enough that it was from the past. Their past. But that still left any number of enemies that had been faced in all the time traveling her thief had done. Any number of enemies to cause pain and destruction here.

Oh yes, she was easily confused and frustrated being like this. So many emotions, so much knowledge and stuck in this form. It was why her thief had taken her vortex into him to save Rose. Because it had been killing her. Seeing and knowing everything. The pain. It was why Donna’s memory had to be erased after she became a Time Lady. Doctor Donna. Because to remember, to know... it would destroy her. There was no logical way for her to exist like this. It was why House had put her in this form. To destroy her without causing himself damage. The Seal just made it so that she was stuck like this, never getting worse. But the pain was there. Usually managed unless she was highly agitated. Or after the tortured bit. That hadn’t been fun. No. Sometimes she still felt strange when she saw Sam or Sam’s face twin. Because the wrong Sam had hurt her. Just like the wrong Thief had broke her heart in wanting to rewrite their history because she wouldn’t help him.

“Not ginger. Not a plant.” Again, words with numerous meanings. How was Sexy supposed to realize that being a ginger meant red hair? She never had understood her thief’s desire to be a plant as she saw it. Not very exciting, that life. But then he was asking about the box her and she nodded.

“Newest you, yes. Other you might be. Not sure. Romana maybe, Leela. River maybe, Rose maybe.” Really, with everything going on, it was hard to keep track of those from their own universe, let alone all the other people here. Too many time lines interweaving and being broken.

Nine was going to have to explain that ginger didn’t mean plant, but redhead. But he’d see soon enough what his other selves looked like. Hearing of who all would be in the box TARDIS, he nodded some. So he’d be seeing Romana and Leela again. And Rose. The one girl that had prevented him from killing the Dalek in van Statten’s collection. Then again that Dalek killed itself in the end but still, Nine would do anything to keep Rose safe. Though Rose had proven more wily than he thought by opening the TARDIS and looking in to see the Time Vortex to save him. Not just him, the universe.

“Well, mustn’t keep them waiting.” He grinned a bit and continued on. It felt odd being in America. Usually his adventures were localised in England for the most part when he was on Earth. After some more walking (and making sure his human TARDIS was doing okay), he spotted a rather familiar looking blue police call box. The grin widened and he fished the key out of his pocket.

Approaching the door, he slid the key in and opened it before stepping inside. He looked around, noticing it was different than how he currently had it. I’ve redecorated. Returning the key to his pocket, he walked up the ramp.

“Honey I’m home!” he called out.