Tricky Marks [Valeyard]

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DESINATION; EARTH, LOCATION; ROME, DATE; 79AD

The dust took a while to clear. John hated this part. It was boring, really, but you couldn’t perform a conn like this and get out of this part. He’d tried, on many different occasions, and that had never worked out right. Crossing your own timeline just to skip out on a bit of waiting was a bad thing. In fact, he only ever crossed his own timeline when it was a big area. He wasn’t stupid about time. Time was fascinated, and he loved to make it dance, but it was fragile. Probably why that guy had been so uppity about it.

He tilted his head to the side, standing still, waiting in the cocoon of air around him for the dust rush to slow down. Waiting. Waiting was boring. He did amuse himself for a while by listening to the panicked cries and yells of the workers who’d managed to run, only to hit the border he’d erected as soon as he himself was save. But they died down after a while, as the owners were buried, and then he was bored again. He really would have to upload some new games onto his wriststrap, really, but he kept forgetting. It seemed he only ever remembered when he was bored. Shame, that.

The dust was settling around him. Time had passed. How much time, the Time Agent didn’t know, but that was ok. He’d made it dance and sing for him, and now it was settling, covering up the tracks of his work. Because he had the money now, and the evidence was buried. He waited a moment longer, before letting the air shield fall. And then coughed as a stray string of dust flew into his mouth. “Holy mother of sh...” he swore to himself, spitting at the ground. Eww. Volcanic ash. Well, volcanic ash fused with traces of a fluorine bomb anyway.

He looked around, blinking dust out of his eyes, then moved forward. Part two of the clean up now. He did hate cleaning up, but if he got to kill people, it was ok. And then all those stupid digger humans would find, in later years, were hollow bodies a little closer to the surface. This species decayed quickly, and he’d made them wear local clothing. Well, suggested it. They’d been quite taken with the idea, and tried to persuade him to as well. But he hadn’t. Like he’d leave his jacket alone. And he wasn’t the only one, he guessed. That strange but cute man had done the...same...

He blinked, looking around. And then scowled. He’d left. John wanted to say that he was dead, but the only traces he could find were of the aliens he’d come with, the ones he’d taken the money from. No stranger in nicer clothing. Now that wasn’t fair. John had been curious about that whole Time Lord thing, ever so now he had nothing else to do. He set off, looking around, before flipping open his wriststrap, scanning for stray signals. He didn’t expect to pick one up, not in this dead (very dead) time...and was faintly surprised when he did. He was moving towards it before he could even think about it. Perhaps it wasn’t the man. Perhaps it was. Either way, tech in this time meant he’d probably be able to steal it. Or try to, anyway.

He stopped though, when he came in sight of the...well, blue thing. And tilted his head to the side, wandering closer to get a better look, reaching out a hand towards it, mesmerised. It sang. Really sang, not sappy sang. Sang of time. Bloody hell. He jerked his hand back though, as he accidently pressed on the door, though he only realised it was that when it swung open.

And then whistled. “Now...that is pretty..” Screw the strange man. He couldn’t care less if this was his or he was here, not now.

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; 743
OUTFIT; the usual
CREDITS; coding, mine, lryics, KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; it’s all cool, xP

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

The Valeyard could feel the TARDIS vibrate under him, some of his previous companions never really understood his ship. She was alive should could feel everything, sing out the secrets of the Universe to those who could hear her. When he(no, the Doctor) had first stolen her, she had been restless. She hadn’t accepted his control over her, that’s why the Doctor couldn’t control her during those first years. But then they connected, psychic energy. He’d cared for her and she had opened herself into his mind, that’s when the Doctor had learned to at least have more control over her. Now she sang about her lost Gallifrey, she was the last true child of the planet.

Even now he could feel her calling to the Doctor’s mind, when held changed she’d been so confused. At first she wouldn’t even obey his commands. Ore than once she had even electrocuted him, the Valeyard could have changed TARDISes, he had been Keeper of the Matrix. But his TARDIS was his companion, the one that had stayed after whatever had made the Doctor had been buried. When she finally accepted him, they became a team. Even when the war had started, many ships like her had been destroyed. Fallen apart under the stress of their drivers, but she had reminded stro9ng to run with him into E-Space, away from the Doctors destruction.

She could sense herself in different time lines, still piloted by him. It was the only way he could keep out of the Doctor’s path, until the day he actually wanted that meeting to occur. It troubled her, confused her to think the he would want to kill himself. But she couldn’t understand no matter how hard she looked into his mind, it was complicated even for a mind like hers. Si she sang, sang old Gallifreyan lullabies, hummed to him during restless night. Hoping that he would forget, but he wouldn’t. The Valeyard greatest weakness was his inability to forget, he wasn’t like the Doctor that moved on. The Doctor had stopped his plans, even the Master he would make them pay.

Now he had another troublesome enemy to add to his list, this Time Agent. He guessed it would be a while before he met the human again. That was what he thought, until she happily informed him there was a passenger aboard. The Valeyard guessed the man had just entered, he hadn’t taken that long to get changed. Plus it would had taken at ;east a few minutes for the volcanic ash to clear off and make his ship visible once more. The Valeyard took out a small stun gun from his new coat, now he was really irritated. Messing with time was annoying to a Time Lord, but to actually come into his ship uninvited was just crossing the line.

He walked into the control room, she wore an appearance very like the one the late Seventh and Eight Doctor had preferred for themselves. The Valeyard appeared on top of a large staircase, he couldn’t fully see the bottom from where he stood. But the TARDIS had a very good defense system, no gun or blaster would work properly inside her. He wouldn’t be able to do anything against a knife or something sharp, but at least guns were out of the way. To use the later the Time Agent if it was indeed him who had made their way into the TARDIS would need to get close to attack. “I know you’re inside, I wouldn’t bother with any type of weapons.”

The Valeyard began to descend now, looking around for signs of the intruder. But it was still hard to work out anything from were he was and the current lighting, he was thinking over his current decoration choice. Maybe he should go back to the white wallpaper, that one at least made it difficult for people to hide. “I was wrong, you aren’t like them. Any other Time Agent would have ran, I was quite surprised when Jack Harkness stayed behind to help, you Time Agents aren’t well known for bravery.”

NOTE: okay. ^^ also the tardis looks like shalka!tardis
WORD COUNT: seven.zero.eight
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

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This place...well, it was beautiful. John noticed beauty, and pretty things. Not internal beauty, because he was pretty sure that was just a load of crap made up by ugly people. It was hard to actually think of other people as having their own minds, really, for him, and emotions were simply something he just found entertaining, or scary (only rarely though, thankfully), when they were displayed by other people. John Hart was a man of no morals. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and if that made him bad, he didn’t give a damn. But he could saw pretty things. The universe was beautiful, after all, and it was all he had, so he noticed everyone about it. This though...

What exactly was it? His hand was softly laid against the wall, and he blinked in surprise. It almost felt...warm. Alive. Some creature then? It was singing, he was sure of it, and it felt mainly of power. Ancient, and old, like something old he’d stolen from a collector. Only...alive, and full of life. It was unnerving, really, and despite the singing, his mental barriers slammed closed even tighter than they were normally. Despite it being pretty, he didn’t like not knowing what it really was, and he didn’t like his mind being messed with. His mind was his. But by looking around the interior...well, that bit over there looked like a console, and then a chair, and...stairs? So...it was a ship of some sort. A living ship. He wanted it. He made that up in his mind, right then, he wanted this. If it was a ship, he wanted to fly it, and to hear more of that singing, and figure out whether it really was warm or not. But he couldn’t just take it. Well, he could, nowt would stop him, but there was that annoyingly rude person to deal with first, who he’d only just remembered about. And that was only because he’d spoken.

I wouldn’t bother with any type of weapons... Oh, that was a shame? Had he really made that bad an impression? All he’d tone was taser the other man. He’d been the one to run off, hadn’t he, which had been rude. But really, was he that predicatable? He could just prove he was by ignoring him, killing him, then taking the ship for himself. Even though the other man wasn’t there, just yet, he did consider it. But, he guessed that was what the other one was suspecting. And where was the fun in doing what people expected?

“Use a weapon in a place this pretty? Wouldn’t dream of it.” His hand dropped from the wall, and then he raised both slowly in a signal of surrender, turning with a perfectly designed sheepish smile in the direction the voice had come from. He paused, scanning the area the voice was coming from, narrowing down the other man’s location using that. It was simple really, after spending years doing it, finding people just in that way. It had saved his life on a number of occasions, that skill. But then he paused, a confused expression (not entirely faked this time) replacing the sheepish one. “Uhh...Gonna have to be clearer, you know. Ain’t really following you.” What did the man mean about running? What was there for him to run from, him? Yeah right. He was too curious to run away, and what else was there...

Oh. The explosion. Right. He waved a hand absently, “Oh, that. Wasn’t gonna kill me. Just wipe of the traces and kill those annoying people. No reason to run from it. And quit mentioning Harkness, will you. Otherwise I’d have to waste my time asking questions about him and getting his location out of you, and I can’t be bothered to do that.” It was stupid that even after all this time, the mere mention of Jack Harkness made him feel...weird. Damn the man. Of course, he’d gotten that hero-fever thing this planet seemed to give out to everyone who stayed on it too long, so Jack Harkness was a coward no more. Yippee.

“But no, I’m not like them. Any others would have killed you for being interfering. I didn’t. Only because I wanna know about the Time Lord bit, maybe, but I still didn’t.”

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; seven.two.zero
OUTFIT; the usual
CREDITS; coding, mine, lryics, KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; Nicee TARDIS!

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

The Valeyard tried to hear something, a step, the ruffle of clothes. Any sign pf movement from the uninvited intruder. But with the TARDIS humming all around him, this proved difficult even for a Time Lord. He sighted, taking a deep breath. This was useless, the best option was to make a truce with the Time Agent, at least until he could think of something better. He was annoyed by their latest actions, but they also cached his interest. It wasn’t that he had entered his ship uninvited or even the meddling with time, it was his lack of remorse towards the creatures he had just murdered according to him. He’d met people like that before, with little regard for live. But this time, this regeneration it had more interest in that type of reaction in humans.

He tried to keep the change of emotions under control, this was his ship. He had the upper hand in his grounds, but this man for what he had seen looked like a fighter. All Time Agents had some major training in combat, to bring a fight up even inside his ship wouldn’t end well. He could still trap the man inside the ship, in her labyrinth of pass ways he’d get lost. Not even a superior human would last very long without food and water. Of course that also left the man open to mess with his TARDIS, her hallways still contained panels that led to important parts. It was a risk to big too take. A truce was still the more logic step to take. It was decided then, he could finish the Time Agent later, when he had more information.

“Now that also makes it impossible for me to fire inside her, so why don’t we try to make a small truce for now.” The Valeyard tried to wait for a response, the human wasn’t visible to his eye sight. But if he could maybe find his trace using his mind alone. A quick try at this told him what he needed to know, it was useless. Humans had better control of their minds in the future, nit even his TARDUS could lead him. “Still she is very protective of me, so even if I can attack you with my weapon. Hurting me will probably upset her deeply, she may open her doors and throw you into the vortex out of spite.” He stopped talking once more, waiting for a response. As the last Time Lord he was sure that the TARDIS would probably end up dead after he did, it would be a loosing battle for both of them.

“She is beautiful, the lat of her kind. But she is also useless to you, Time Lords were very protective of their secrets, a human may be able to control it but only with a Time Lord near by. She’s far too complex for your species or anyone out there, copying a TARDIS is almost impossible. There are rumors that when her Time Lords dies, the ship dies.” The Valeyard had visited their graveyard when he was still a child(100 or so Time Lords age was difficult to tell), they were hollow. No more humming or singing of time, just nothingness like his mind without the Time Lords.

The Valeyard finally walked into the console room, he patted her slightly switching something on. There was a quick flash and her walls began to brighten. The room was a lot lighter now that it had been, but they weren’t fully white like they had been once. “Time Lord bit eh? So you do know about us, most races ignore the tales. It doesn’t matter really, even when they were alive Time Lords were myths never doing much of anything really. They weren‘t a great lost to the Universe.” If only the planet had been spared, she’d been so beautiful, unique. Even in all his travels he hadn’t seen anything like the red fields. “But what can I get out of telling you anything? Of even letting you live after you came inside my home, my ship uninvited? You almost even had me killed, that’s not a very positive way to start a relationship.

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: seven.one.six
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

[nyx]

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“A truce?” Really? Oh, truces were fun to have! John couldn’t help but love that game. Sure, it took a while to actually get going, but truces were something to be enjoyed. Destroying annoying people (not enemies, he just shot them before they became a problem) by earning their trust, worming his way into their minds and hearts, and beds, and then shooting them in the back. If he could, he tried to make them depend on him as well, just for extra kicks. A more moral person (or someone with any morals really, seeing as John had none) would have called that cruel. John called it highly entertaining, especially if they were stupid. It hadn’t been long ago that he’d ended up stuck in a dead end part of the universe with his manipulater having a tantrum, and so passed the time until it calmed down again by doing that to many different people. He had enjoyed collecting their expressions when he did finally kill them. Hurt, angry, annoyed, shocked, and one even pleading. One had been laughing though...but he’d never figured that guy out. Truces were a way of getting rid of people while having fun with their minds and hearts. John enjoyed that, and their bodies as well, of course. Yet despite being harsh and cruel, and without morals...John Hart wasn’t a man for physically torturing a person. He just found it boring. The only screams he liked to hear were ones of pleasure.

But back to the matter at hand. “I think...a truce would be appropriate...” he said slowly, as if it had actually required thinking about, and as if it wasn’t something he usually did. The nodded, “Yes, a truce would be good, especially as I’m not that fond of the idea of being thrown into the vortex by an overprotective ship. Weapons away. I got it.” He grinned, a cheeky grin this time, and he stepped into full view, hands away from all three of his visible weapons. He looked relax, because he was good at looking relaxed. Almost as good as he was at lying, though nowhere near as good as he was at fighting, drinking, or sex. Why would he be worse at things he enjoyed? That made no sense whatsoever, so he stopped thinking of it. It was quite a random train of thought anyway. But he was relaxed, and let his muscles loosen even more as he wandered forward, looking around like an enraptured tourist. He could engage those muscles quicker than a human, if a fight came up. But it wouldn’t. They had a truce.

Unless this guy was a backstabber. That could make him more interesting.

There it was again, more of that ‘Time Lord’ stuff. If this guy kept it up, he might actually start believing he was the real deal, and not just another of those foolish imposter. No one else had a ship like this, after all, not that he could remember. And he had seen a few of those imposters, during the times he’d actually looked for a Time lord, when he’d had nothing better to do. The was also the first time that one had just fallen into his lap. Unfortunately not literally. But this one had done his homework, John could give him that, seeing as he mentioned the TARDIS. He hadn’t realised it at first, until he’d mentally split the word up in his mind, and then he did. John had researched that. Sort of. Spoken to people in bars, anyway. He knew what it meant, but... “TARDIS? So...Time and...No, no, don’t tell me, I can figure it. Time and...Randy, Dirty, Increible, Sex?” And then add another of his grins. He couldn’t have resisted if he’d been paid. And he could think of more.

“I know about them. Would be stupid not to know about them, even if their all dead and hung up on history, and sound like a load of pompous arses to me. But legends of the Time lords, and blah blah blah, are interesting. Well, interesting when I’m bored, anyway. But then anything could be.”

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; six.nine.one
OUTFIT; the usual
CREDITS; coding, mine, lryics, KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES;----

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

“A truce it is then, but I would like to know the name of the person I’m talking to first.” He turned towards the Time Agent, he never really cared for names. Names were for those he cared about, but if they were going to at least talk, a name would be good. Even a fake one was better than calling the other man Time Agent each time he spoke to him. “You already know what some people call me, is only fair that I have something to call you by.” The Valeyard smiled, he was going to try and act as kind as possible. It wasn’t necessary for him to charm others often, but this body had such charming features, why let them waste away. Plus he still didn’t trust this man and it was very possible that he didn’t trust him neither. Which was fair, trust was for the weak. People always betrayed each other in the end, only the strong survived.

“I won’t act like I like you. Humans, they tend to bore me quite easily. But I’ll give you the befit of the doubt, you seem interesting enough.” For now he added in his mind. Even the most interesting of people grew to bore him in time, maybe they would depart before then. At the mention of Time Lords he rolled his eyes. Their stories, they lacked so much information. He rather enjoyed learning the Time Lords before Rassilon took over, they had been far more interesting back then. How unfortunate that the Death Zone had been destroyed with Gallifrey, that place now held real history. But all those myths and tales tended to go back to him, the Doctor. He’d made sure to keep the image of the Time Lords clean, telling his companions about their beauty.

It was terribly boring the Valeyard thought, maybe he should create his own tales. Maybe jump into a few different vivifications and allow a few things to slip. “The Time Lords were quite boring, they never allowed anyone to do anything fun.” That’s why he had allowed them to burn, had ran far away. Let the Daleks had them, let the Doctor burn the two of the, to the crisp. “That was until someone stood in their way, bended a few rules. Then they interfered, but not personally they always had someone else do the dirty job. Get the blame.” It was smart, but such a powerful race had no need to hide away. They had wasted their powers, if his plans with the Sixth Doctor hadn’t been destroyed he would have changed that. He would have killed the council, taken over and actually make them fun. Such wasted chances, too bad. “They could have stopped the Daleks, but they allowed them to get strong, it was their downfall. But it all made such pretty explosions, that was fun.” The Valeyard ginned once more, they did said that the last regeneration was almost always unstable.

It would have been even more fun if the Daleks had died like the Time Lords. It just seemed that even a single Dalek always survived. The Valeyard wasn’t fond of the Daleks, he wasn’t sure if it was the Doctor part of him or just simple dislike. “The universe isn’t missing much with them gone, at least it gives me a lot more freedom to play. But still, I don’t like people messing with time. It can cause a lot of trouble and a destroyed universe is useless to me.” He wanted to lead, rule. He like destruction at times, it changed the routine. But ultimate destruction meant no playground, no people to use. It would make life boring quickly enough. But you Time Agents probably know all that, I’m sure you were just having some fun, getting some money. I’m sorry to have disturbed your little plan, but is in the past now.” The Valeyard didn’t care if the man believed his words, he wasn’t sorry at all. The only thing he was sorry for were his ruined clothes. "Also is Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, she hates it when people get it wrong."

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: seven.one.one
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

[nyx]

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“Of course. How rude of me,” John said, smirking a little at that. “Should have done that first, really. Missed such an opportunity. C’pn John Hart, at your service.” He grinned, and bowed extravagantly. Not at his service though, but it was fun to pretend. He only ever worked for someone if there was something in it for him. And he could have used another name then, really, but he’d grown used to John Hart. It hadn’t grown boring just yet, so he didn’t mind it at all. “Or that’s what some people call me.” He added, throwing the words right back to the other man. After all, it was true. Some people knew him by a completely different name, but sharing names was odd. It confused him slightly, and he didn’t like that.

He pouted, as if hurt by those words, placing a hand over his chest. “You don’t like me? I’m wounded. See, me, in pain here, those words...they cut me, they cut me deep, they did.” Act like an idiot, and they’d think you were one. And then they’d look even more surprised. And surprise looked like an expression which would be adorable on this man. “But oh yes, interesting. That’s me. I’m extremely interesting, I’ll have you know. People just can’t turn away.” Although, that was generally in a sexual way rather than in an interesting way. But looking at it from a certain prespective, that was still the same thing.

He tilted his head to the side, listening to the words about the Time Lords with interest. “Why, don’t they sound like a bunch of merry souls?” Not that he relieved believed this guy was one. John took a bit of convincing when something was important to him, he wouldn’t deny that. And for some reason, learning about the finding a Time Lord was important to him. The Time Agency was gone now, but that had been made in the name of the Time Lords, apparently, so there had to be something. The Time Agency had trained him, for so long, to revolve around them. It had been weakened after Harkness had left, that training, and now...well, they were gone. He didn’t know how to feel about it, in all honesty.

“I wasn’t messing with time. Well, only slightly. But I fixed it. All of them dead and gone now, destroyed by a bomb made from one of this planet’s natural elements, to be dug up like all the other dead humans whenever that happens. Thrilling.” He rolled his eyes. Of course, some bits might have gone wrong, but he didn’t care. Time had danced for his song, and it had been wonderful. “Ah well. Tis in the past. I don’t hold grudges. If I was annoyed, you’d be dead. Simple as.” He didn’t hold grudges. Grudges were incredibly boring, really. “Though, Time Lords did that. Didn’t one ruin the future of the human race for a hundred years, then ruined the world, all by shutting down a satellite station?”

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; five.three.four
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; ---

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

The Valeyard rose his left hand, turning around. He doubted that the explosion would bring too much attention to their current location. But right now he couldn’t trust his instinct, it would be better to avoid bringing attention to his ship. The last thing the Valeyard needed was more humans snooping around his TARDIS. He walked back the console, he could jump to a few years in the future. Or to a different planet if he needed, if John didn’t annoy him enough and made it out alive he could find his way back using his vortex manipulator. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather not stay in this time and zone after that little explosion.”

He hit a few leaders and the column began to rise and descend slowly at first and gaining speed quickly. He turned back to the Time Agent, whose current “name” he now knew. “May I call you John or Mr. Hart? I don‘t want to sound ruse.” This man’s opinion of him mattered very little to the Time Lord, but for now it worked better if he at least acted like he cared. For now it was better to have him as an acquaintance and not an enemy. Plus as a con man this Time Agent could actually be of some use to him. Weapons or information, he hadn’t thought about that before. Maybe having a Time Agent as an ally would be helpful, it wasn’t like he could go and have a chat with Jack anymore.

“I’ll act like I believe you’re really hurt, but we began on a bad foot. Things could change fir the better, for both of us. Have you ever traveled through time in a capsule Capt. John Hart?” With a vortex you usually jumped in time, you couldn’t see much of space with a time vortex. It was raw technology, the longer the jump the less comfortable it was for the person. Nothing like traveling in a TARDIS, they protected you from all that. But also allowed you to see the stream of time, it was a beautiful sight for those who had the opportunity to see. The Valeyard pulled another leader and her doors opened, outside time was accelerated, years went by people came and went. Finally the TAR%DIS fully materialized in the same location, but 3 millenniums in the future.

He closed the doors once more. “Oh the Time Lords they were worthless, I never liked them much. But Galllifrey, she was beautiful. The two suns shone across the land, fields of red grass and silver trees. It all burn, he made it burn.” Talking about Gallifrey was strange, the companions he usually kept around avoided asking question. He guessed his old body didn’t had much a pleasant face, people were scared to ask too much. He’d been different in that first body, just getting used to the change. He guessed that had been the reason why his first meeting with the Doctor had gone wrong, he’d been too young back then. But mistakes just made you stronger, he was older and wiser now.

“Oh I know, I was a bit upset. I felt the change in time and it just broke the line. Time Agent like yourself are closer to time than any other human. But is not even close, is part of our genetic make up to be part of the web of time. Even the smallest change gets out attention. You just met me in one of my moods.” The Valeyard sniggered at the mention of the satellite station. ’I was still him back then.” He actually laughed now, humans. “He did, the Doctor. Oh but the humans were doomed anyone, the Daleks were going to come anyway. They suffered a lot less than what they would have suffered.”

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: six.five.two
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.