Tricky Marks [Valeyard]

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“Well, I’ve got no reason to stay. Collected my money in advance.” He tilted his head to the side, watching the...man? Time Lord? Watching Valeyard with an interested look in his eye. He’d actually get to ride in this ship? A slow grin spread over his face at that. Ohhhh...now, that would be brilliant. He still wanted the ship for himself, of course, but being able to watch how it worked would be a good thing. He didn’t doubt that it was alive, after all...it was still singing the song of time, swirling it around the interior, and as far as he was aware, neither dead things nor machines could sing quite that beautifully.

“Sweetheart, honestly? You can call me Baby Cakes if you really want to, and I doubt I could bring myself to hate your pretty face for it.”

[/b] Names weren’t important, after all. John Hart was simply easy to remember, and sounded so adorable when it was screamed out. Hmm...would he get this one to scream it out? Oddly, John would choose the ship over the man, if he had to choose between them. But Mr Hart? Damn, that made him sound like he should be wearing a suit and tie like Jack’s Eye Candy had done. Him in a suit and tie? Him? The thought was seriously, seriously laughable, it was. John had never worn a suit. Partly because he was paranoid, he supposed. The tie would give several people a chance of strangling him to death, if they ever reached it, and he quite liked being alive, even if needing to breath was a bit of a bummer in certain situations.

“Yess...” he said slowly. Lots of different eras had time ships, didn’t they, and John was pretty sure he had stolen more than a couple of them (either for other people for money, or simply because he was bored. Though, he may have won one in a poker game as well, at some point) even before the time agency had collapsed. “Nowt wrong with travelling without one though. Feeling the rush of it passing you by, simply being there, mixed amongst time, feeling it pulsing like your own heart.” Ah, crap, that had almost been poetry. Never matter though, because it was true. It was uncomfortable, or had been, travelling only by manipulator for a while, but then the addiction had grown, and John had also grown to crave that uncomfortable feeling along with everything else about it.

He turned towards the door, watching the other man as he opened the doors, and then found himself drawing forward, head tilted to the side, and not even bothering to hide the look of wonder on his face. John didn’t bother hiding emotions after all. He never felt the icky ones anymore, those were old, and too moral for someone like him to feel enough to show on his facial features. But ohh....that was beautiful. He could feel it, feel time, and he could see it. He’d never been able to see it before.

He sighed softly as the door closed again, after it had all stopped and finished, and then breathed out slowly. “But...never like that...I can admit that. Bloody hell.”

He looked back towards the Valeyard. “I’ve heard the legends of Gallifrey. Oh, each planet I’ve been too has been beautiful, most, except Earth, but that was just...concrete. I don’t see the big fuss about that planet, honestly, but Gallifrey...If you loved it so much, why didn’t you stop it burning?” He could have just killed the guy who’d made it burn. That’s what John would have done.

“Hmmm...that was one of your moods? What other moods do you exhibit, Time Lord?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow with a cheeky grin. Oh, wait...what? The grin changed to a frown. “That was you? You’re the Doctor?” He’d never heard of the Valeyard, really, now he thought about it. But the Doctor, oh yes...he’d heard about him.[/blockquote]

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; six.six.nine
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

“I think I’ll call you John then, I’ll go for Captain but a fellow Time Lord went by that name.” The Valeyard stopped for a moment, thinking before giving his reply. “I hated him.” He blushed slightly at the compliment, he wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. It was still embarrassing, as a Time Lord he wasn’t very sexually active. But he’d traveled with enough aliens for some things to stick around, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done such things before. They simply weren’t important to him. The Master had been interested with his little human wife, but the idea of keeping someone his TARDIS like that held no interest to him. Just thinking about how well it worked for the Master didn’t help the cause at all.

“You understand time a lot better than other Time Agents, that‘s why the agency fell. They couldn‘t understand the beauty that comes with time travel. The web of time opening under your finger tips.” It was a dangerous thing time, but it was also a wonderful thing. Time sang, it dances across space always changing never the same. There were some straight lines, that twisted and turned. He smiled, taking one of the chairs in one of the corners of the console room. He hadn’t thought about it but walking in type volcanic ash storm had been a bit tiring. He still had some of it inside his body, he wasn’t even sure how a human like John Hart had survived. He also didn’t care much about it, a mask or something else could have done the trick. As a Time Agent he probably had some good technology saved away.

“The Time War was time locked, breaking into a time lock would drive you mad.” Dalek Caan had done it, held breaking in, the cost had been his own sanity. The Valeyard loved his planet, but he wasn’t going to give his sanity over to save it. There were millions of planets out there, they couldn’t compare to Gallifrey. But at least he would be alive. “Plus the Time Lords went a bit crazy during the Time War, they had this little idea about destroying the Hall of Creation and “descending“. I loved Gallifrey, but you can say I love myself a lot more.” He’d worked hard enough to keep himself alive. He’d started as nothing, depending on the Doctor for his continuing existence. He’d worked hard for the Time Lords to give him his own body and a few lives, he wasn’t going to throw those away for them. That’s why he’d run, allowed for the Doctor to stop them completely. They’d completed their job, he was his own Time Lord.

“Mood. I’m mostly calm, angry, at rare times happy and more often a bit insane.” He smiled, that’s what happened when you were the worse part of the Doctor. Sanity tended to go out the window, going back and trying to kill himself would be considered an act of high insanity. He thought it had been quite funny, a failure. But funny never less. At the continuing mention of the Doctor he became more serious. He’d allowed that to slip. It had been a mistake, but it was too late to back down. “You can say that.” The humor in his voice had been drained, he was his old self once more. “Every creature has darkness inside them, most people wouldn’t believe a hero like the Doctor did. But the Doctor had the purest darkness, he kept loosing everything and it grew. It was strong enough to acquire it‘s own conscience.” He stopped once more.

“At first I was only powerful inside his head, but during his twelve regeneration the Time Lords gave me form. They wanted the Doctor dead, I was promised his remaining lives back when he was in his sixth form. The plan didn’t work but during the Time War they brought me back. I was given my own cycle of regenerations. So yes I was once the Doctor, but no anymore. I for once lack his hero complex.”

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

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“Oh, does that mean you like me then?” John inquired innocently, and then completely ruined that innocence by smirking at the blushing man. Oh, he hadn’t expected that. A Time Lord, or...self proclaimed Time Lord, or idiot, whichever...blushing over a complement? Man, this guy really hadn’t been getting out much. Though...looking around at the inside of the ship again, his blue eyes scanning the walls and the lights and the controls, he could see why. This place was pretty. The Valeyard seemed slightly unsure though, John judged by the blush, and that was just sweet. “I do mean all that, by the way. Every word.” Of course he did. He had failed sex rehab, after all.

He snorted, “Oh, please. The Time Agency didn’t fall because it didn’t understand time, no one understands time. Not even you lot. No, the Time Agency fell because it was corrupt and got too big for its boots. Simple as.” And he’d been the child of the Time Agency. Not literally, but...well, it had been his life. He didn’t obey them, but he guessed they had sort of controlled his movements. They’d set Jack on him, after all, and he did listen to Jack, because Jack was Jack, and was the exception to every rule in the universe. But it had been corrupt. He wouldn’t deny that. He also wouldn’t deny that the Time Agency hadn’t understood time, because as he said, no one did. Time danced and sang, and creatures like Time Lords could see it, but still it moved around the and could change its mind in the blink of an eye. John didn’t try to understand it himself. Some things didn’t like to be understood, they didn’t like that sort of attention. Perhaps Time was like that. John knew he was.

“Oh, and we wouldn’t want you to go mad, would we?” he said, smirking again. “Good. Loving a planet more than you love yourself is suicide.” He’d never found a planet to love. They were all so wonderful, and of course there were some he hadn’t seen. Why choose one to remain stuck on, when he could have them all?

He tiled his head in interest. This guy was insane. He didn’t seem insane, but then again, John wouldn’t care if he was. He was insane himself, after all. “Oh, hey, that’s good. We match!” He wasn’t as insane as he had been, he had to admit, but even he changed over time. He still was insane, of course, but in a more defined way. He didn’t simply jump up, kill everyone, then drown himself in drink and start singing old earth nursery rhymes, not anymore. Not, his insanity was the dangerous kind. That was down to the Time Agency as well. They’d seen it, located it, and let it grow, but twisting it to suit them. He didn’t like his head being messed with, but hey, at least he could think now. He hadn’t even noticed it happening, until Jack left when he’d realised. He grinned, continuing in the joking matter, running his eyes once more over the other mans body. “Soul mates, probably. Not that I’d complain.”

That...was an interesting story. It wasn’t impossible for a man to have a separate personality growing inside his head, after all, and not even impossible for that separate personality to gain it’s own form. But John didn’t really fancy it happening to him, he had to say. No hero complex...Oh, that was good. So, he wasn’t completely insane. In John’s mind, those with hero complexes were more insane than him. He didn’t care if someone was a really, really good shag, he wasn’t going to risk his life to save them. Let alone risk his life to save someone he’d never ever met before. The only exception to that rule was, once again, Jack. And...really, that had been on his own personal agenda as well. If Jack’s brother had one...well, he didn’t really expect the bastard would have just let him wander off, even after what he’d said.

“See, from how you say it, it seems the Doctor is the bad guy,” he said absently, leaning against a railing, his hand running over it absently, “And hey, that’s cool with you thinking that. None of my business. But I’ll make my mind up about him when I meet him. Never know, I might like him more than I like you.” He smirked slowly, blinking slowly at him.

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; seven.five.six
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

“Like is a very strong world. More like I feel neutral and I don’t want to kill you, just yet.” he eyes the time agent with interest. He tended to grow tired of other very quickly, most of his companions didn’t last long because of that. Other grew uneasy of his mood swings and lack of sanity at times and decided to leave by their own accord. He never really missed them afterwards, unlike the Doctor he was unable to grow emotionally close to his companions. Such ties didn’t serve of any use for his plans, plus he hardly wanted to end up like the Doctor. Giving his life for his dear friends and companions‘, the martyr of the Universe.

The Valeyard wouldn’t even allow times emotions like hate to affect him too much, he disliked the Doctor for personal reasons. But unlike his fellow Time Lord the Master it wasn’t something that blinded him. He would destroy the Doctor one day, but it wasn’t on top of his list of things to do. He’d encountered many people like that, many were already dead. But they also quickly faded from his thoughts, many people annoyed him, if he began to keep track of them life would get boring pretty easy. He would end up in a dark corner of his TARDIS brooding about the unfairness of the Universe. That coldness about things also made many companions leave, but not strange it never bothered him.

Finding people that wanted to his time an space wasn’t very difficult, they were all easy to replace. Just like the Time Agent before him, he was interesting. But he also wasn’t irreplaceable, he may be unique in some field. But someone else out there may have many of his same qualifications. The Valeyard thought of course that as long as he was around, he could be of some use. There was no use in replacing something that still wasn’t broken.

“Oh you don’t understand. That’s what I meant not even the Time Lords were able to fully understand the powers that comes with time travel. They became corrupt, of cou8rse he destroyed them before they had such a big effect. But if you know were to look you’ll find traits of how really corrupted the Time Lords were.” Oh he himself was born because of the Time Lords had become too corrupt. Trying to burry one of their little secrets after the Doctor had come across it. They plan of course had failed, but other than the retire Council members many still reminded. Hidden behind their high robes and big words.

The Valeyard couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the mention of suicide, hadn’t the Tenth Doctor given his life for an old man, then of course his Fifth self had given his for the female companion. Peri. Peri had been left behind by the Doctor, last time he heard anything about the girl she had married some alien or something. The Doctor may remember his companions, but he rarely ever dared to visit them. If the Valeyard hates his past, the Doctor feared it more. It was sad really.

The Valeyard stoop again, walking closer toward John. The concept of soul mates was probably as old as time itself. Every race out there probably at least once during their generations brought such things ups. Even the Daleks ancestors the Dals. Even the very own Time Lords had such concepts, back in the days before Rassilon. Even after, some Time Lords tried to follow after those cultures. It seemed silly to Valeyard, to place your hear on a single person. Knowing that either could simply wither and died, leaving the other alone. It was better to avoid such ties. Not even time moved in such a straight line, destiny was what you maid if it. He doubted John even believed in that concept, he could be wrong thought.

“I wouldn’t call him the bad guy. But he’s hardly the perfect hero that many stories make him come up as. The Doctor loves to act like he fixes things, but he then runs and forget to clean up the mess. Those 100 years, those affected lives are hardly the only ones out there.” He’d come across a few of those messing here and there, it was at times fun to see colonies suffering after the Doctor had gone, leaving little instructions or help behind.

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: 7.6.7
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

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John grinned. Again. It seemed that he was doing an awful lot of that, and yet not a lot fighting or kissing or killing, which was ratehr odd, but hey, who was he complaining. In his experience, grinning could lead to any one of those three things. "Oh, well, likewise. Don't do liking, me. Find people too irritating, far too quickly. it's a major failing, I'll admit it." Generally...he liked people until the morning. And then decided they were boring, and sometimes threw them out of the window before getting dressed. But that part depended fully on how pretty they were.

Time was a interesting concept, for him. He lived for a long time, he knew that (he'd researched his own ancestory during a very boring day when it was either find it out for himself or go into the labs to get the texts done), longer than humans. he didn't know how old he was, due to hopping from one timezone to another with no regard for what era it was as long as the people were pretty and the drinks were good. He travelled too often as well. The singing of the vortex, and the twirling mists you moved through were a true addicton, almost as much as the people and the places. Almost. Not quite, but almost.

John looked around again, before running his hand along a railing, and then effortlessly jumping up so he was sat, perched on top of it, his sword clicking lightly against the alien structure. And then tilted his head to the side, considering him. He wanted to know about the Time Lords. Wanted to know everything about the Time Lords...and now he could. Chance was a funny thing, at this moment.

"They don't seem very corrupt, if you look through old scriptures. People refer to the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm as a lone god, travelling through the stars and saving lives..." he trailed off...and then laughed, "But, hey, this is me. I don't believe anything written down. Much better findin' it all out for yourself. I mean...you're quite probably biast. But feel free to rant at me if I learn something from it." And it would mean he got to spend longer in this wonderful ship, didn't it? He laughed at suicide...did that mean it was true, or that it wasn't true? He wasn't sure...and really, didn't much care. No matter.

Oh, now...this was interesting. John sat up slightly straighter (sitting was a good way to mask his height, or lack of height, but it couldn't hurt...) as the Valeyard approached, apparantly at the mention of soulmates, and seemed to...examine him? Intriguing. John wasn't actually sure where he stood on the idea of soul mates. The idea of spending his life with one person was rather odd...he doubted he'd even manage if it was with Jack. But soul mates? Well, if they were pretty enough. Though, there always was the argument that John didn't have a soul. He didn't know that either. He'd never bothered to check. "Ohhh, did you like that idea? like I said...I wouldn't complain. You're cute. More than cute. Dashing. utterly shaggable." It was always worth a try.

"So...you're telling me that's he's never managed to fix lives as well as ruin then? Double headed coin there, mate."

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; seven.two.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

“Yes, people do tend to tired out the usefulness quickly.” Then they just became annoying rocks in ones way. There was a reason why the Valeyard never kept companions for too long. Unlike the Doctor who favored humans even above his own race, the Valeyard avoided humans and other lower species as companions. Picking higher races, creatures with lack of morals that would help but avoid questions. But even such races started to wonder, to want some of his knowledge in exchange for their help. That’s when he became annoyed with his companions. Time Lords were jealous over their knowledge, the idea of sharing their secrets with lower species was abominable. So he simply threw them out, quite literally at times.

“When I stopped liking my last companion I threw it into a new born star.” At first he simply killed them, but the mess it made on his TARDIS was bothersome to clean up after. It was a lot cleaner and interesting to allow nature or history(one of his companions had been left during one of the more gruesome battles of the Cyber Wars) to do the job for him. Those occasions also allowed him a clear view of the events without having to do the job and getting his hands dirty. That of course didn’t mean that the Valeyard didn’t enjoy killing someone here and there. There was a certain joy on finding new ways to end lives, that even the Valeyard couldn’t deny himself them from time to time. The death of the Doctor would be one of those times. But it was still too soon for such a victory, he wasn’t ready to confront the Doctor just yet.

“Oh the Doctor was as good as they come. Like with almost every civilization there were other good Time Lords you can say. Of course I believe the Doctor leaves bigger messes than those he fixes. But he also stood before the new born Daleks, knowing them better than anyone and also letting theme live.” The Doctor had been a fool to think the Daleks could evolve and do good. Only the knowledge that he probably blamed himself because of that decision every day made it better in his eyes. “The Time Lords made sure to hide very well their actions and mistakes from the Universe. Finding data about pre-Rassilon times is almost impossible.” It was a waste, during his time as Keeper of the Matrix he had come across many interesting facts.

“Time Lords once enjoyed going from planet to planet picking the stronger races, bringing them to the Death Zone and having them kill each other. Of course I doubt they would allow such a truth to go out into their written history.” Not even Rassilons resurrection during the Time War and descend into madness was spoken off. The Doctor himself had made sure to try and keep a clean image of his people. If his memories were correct(sometimes as time itself changed for the Doctor his own memories would be affected) not even his companions were informed of how the Time War turned the Time Lords into insane little warriors. The Valeyard was grateful for the opportunity given to him, the body mostly. But only mentally unstable people would use the Master, the Rani and himself as soldiers in the war. Unlike the Doctor(who at times stood at their side) they weren’t fond of their home planet.

“You’re funny. I know that you asked not to mention Captain Harkness, but he is one of the most perfect examples of a life ruined by the Doctor. There he was doing whatever Harkness did back then, when he began to travel with the Doctor. Jack Harkness was killed by a Dalek, when dear Rose Tyler brought him back. Of course the vortex can’t be controlled so she brought him back forever, unable to die.” He stopped before continuing almost smiling. “But the Doctor could feel what an abomination Jack was, a fixed point. So he took off, ran and left him behind on the satellite. That didn’t stop Jack Harkness from trying to find him again, so he wasted over a century seeking out the man who left him behind.”

“That’s what the Doctor does to people, he turns them into little puppies that follow after him intill their bodies wither and die. Jack Harkness was just another one in a long list of fatalities at the hand sof the savior if worlds.”

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: 7.6.0
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

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“People have their uses. Then their uses expire, and then s must they. Simple.” John’s view when it came to other people was odd, to say the least. He was ego-centric...completely. Arrogant, brash, only thought of himself...but it was more than that. Other creatures were objects. Pretty, wonderful objects, but still, just objects. They were to be used them dumped, like a knife you’d pick up just to stab one person with. He was intelligent, and knew that some of them were as well, but he could outthink them easily. It was just the way his mind worked, he guessed, though none of the shrinks he’d been forced to go to over the years had ever been able to explain the chaos theory that made up his mind. But it was awfully entertaining letting them try.

That sounded a bit like a challenge...Unfortunately, John didn’t think he could top that. But throwing someone into a star? That was a bit of an insult towards the star, in his mind. Star’s didn’t do anything wrong, whereas people and humanity did. Star’s were objects, yes, like people and humanity, but he definitely knew that they didn’t think at all, and so that made them...innocent. People weren’t innocent. Humans especially. “I...threw my ex off a rooftop?” he hazard, cocking his head neatly to one side with a small grin, “Sorry, can’t top yours. Well, no, not sorry, because I honestly don’t care, but I can’t. Although, in my defence? I didn’t know he’d do the whole bouncing back thing at the time.” Damn Jack. Not being able to die...well, that would be nice. But rather boring, John thought. In a fight...well, it was only fun if there was a threat of dying. Of course, that didn’t mean he’d accept death. No, John was one of those people who wouldn’t risk his own life for anything stupid. But fighting...well, that was different.

“The Doctor and the Daleks...the oncoming storm, and the pepperpots. Gives me tingles thinking about that, that does,” he quipped, smirking a little. “Well, like I said. You ain’t making my mind up about this Doctor, or any Time Lord. Just ‘cause you have the fancy ship and the weird words, doesn’t mean I’ll listen to you. Don’t listen to anyone me, habit. But I make my mind up when I meet them for myself.” Perhaps this guy was just voicing his own opinion about the Doctor. Perhaps he was trying to persuade John that the Doctor was an enemy, and that he was an ally. John didn’t care either one, but hearing all the bad points? Well, that was no fun. “But tell me, ‘cause I don’t mind hearing this next bit...Is he cute?”

He snorted, tipping his head back. “But that just emphasises my pompous-race theory. Underground fight rings? Please...those places are crap, and no fun at all. You want to be the one fighting, not soddin’ watching it.” He was running his fingers over the ship again as he spoke, feeling it hum (rather than hearing it, for some reason) beneath his fingers. So soft...He paused in his movements, just barely, but enough, before letting his fingers continue with their soft dance, sending patterns skittering into the unearthly material. “I don’t like New Jack. My Jack was so much more fun. He would have revelled in my offer of chaos...and not thrown a tizzy over the whole shooting his team thing.” But then again...Old Jack wouldn’t have bothered saving his life, would he? Old Jack wouldn’t have held people close, like he evidently had held Gappy close, and so would have had no reason to bother saving his life. Which was a bit of a bugger, if he was honest. There were some advantages to New Jack...and John didn’t like thinking that.

He shook his head, before straightening up, turning a dashing, charming smile towards the other man again, “Well, that was a nice talk, weren’t it? Now that I’ve proved how funny I am...what do you kill for fun around here? Ah, wait...no, bugger, sorry. What do you do for fun, I meant?” Not really, but it was good to be polite. And John...well, again. He didn’t give a damn.

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; seven.one.one
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; sorry for the late reply 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

His thoughts had bean to drift off, something that like other traits had come with this body. Thankfully it wasn’t like he drifted off to dream land, but instead formulas , ideas and old memories surfaced. This would have little effect on his daily life, but usually there wasn’t anyone else on board. Right now there was a human around, one that he was sure could easily try to kill him. The Valeyard was far from a full, this John Hart wasn’t someone he wanted to give his back to. Drowsing off was not an option when you had an unknown killer on board. Plus he never liked Gallifrey, but whatever reminded of the Doctor inside him still felt sadness(remorse?) when thinking about their home planet.

While the Doctor had gone off, the Valeyard as Keeper of the Matrix had reminded in Gallifrey for years. The memories of the red fields, twin suns and silver trees was fresh in his memories. It wasn’t strange that it affected him such, but it was unpleasant. It was refreshing to think that at least the Doctor would one day pay for his crime. The universe should have burned, but Gallifrey should have survived. The Doctor once held the power to destroy the Daleks in his hands, he allowed them to live. Because of that lower species weakness Gallifrey had suffered. The Time Lords never matted, but Gallifrey was his home. His birthplace, her beauty could never be replaced.

“I think that would have been fun, their body perished quickly enough.” Plus the lack of breathable air had caused an ever quicker death. “It really is no fun when the death is quick, their suffering pales in comparison to the suffering of a long well planned death. It is cleaned, but never as fun.” He walked around a bit, never turning his back, looking at John’s face all the time. No matter how good people were at hiding emotions, the face was the most likely body part to betray them. The change of lighting in the eyes, an unconscious twitch of the lips.

“Please don’t get me wrong, I love mind games. But I’m not here to change your mind. I’ve done it, I’ve started wars that have ended civilizations. But they’re games to me, like a game of cricket to a human. They mean nothing to me in the end. I just want to make it clear, that these stories mostly created by him, are just tales. Just like my words.” It was unusual to talk about them like that, his companions weren’t allowed to waste his time with questions about Time Lords nor Gallifrey. They had better things to than sit around listening to old stories, that could be fairy tales now that they were gone. But John Hart wasn’t a companion and strangely enough it was interesting to talk about it, someone that wasn’t his TARDIS.

“You probably also know that they were far from perfect, they feared the Daleks during the Time War. They feared the Great Vampires. I’ve met creatures that don’t duel in our Universe anymore, Eternals and Guardians. I‘m telling you this because is important to know when learning about Time Lord, that they in their high thrones, where still mortals with power.” No matter how much they tried to be superior and in many ways he accepted they were. But Time Lords were just another powerful civilization, one that had been very lucky until the Time War. As a child, before himself, before the Doctor. Back when he went by the nickname Theta Sigma, they had been like gods. All powerful, perfect and kind of boring sometimes.

But he’d been part of the Matrix, he knew the Time lords better than many of them knew themselves. He wasn’t Rassilon or Omega, but it had made him wiser. He was able to see things that had been hidden under a veil. “I just want to make sure, are you asking me if I think I-he was-is cute? Well I guess, the Eight self was kind of adorable. The Sixth body had a horrible fashion sense and I‘m pretty sure so did the Seventh. Well I was him so there is no way I‘m going to say that he was ugly. All of them had good hair, except maybe the Ninth body.”

“Fun, well she has unlimited room and is able to create new ones. I also enjoy going to different planets and causing trouble for the Doctor. It’s fun and I enjoy to see him run.”

NOTE: I know is very late and I'm all over the place, so weak reply.
WORD COUNT: 7.8.2
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.