15 - Here and Back Again

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[and after a great many months, someone is appearing much more as they should. Hair artfully arranged, and in a gown of burgundy velvet the previous three months might never have happened to the less than discerning eye. She is reclined on her favorite settee, and on an adjacent table rests a decanter of wine. With an amused smile she is reading the latest of Voltaire's scribblings]

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she does not drink her own wine, rather she considers the lingering remnants in the decanter]

The Time War, it is a fixed point for you yes? And in turn a part of the few rules you all seem to adhere too.

What are you willing to shatter those rules for? Art? Literature? Love? The Matrix?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he smiles slightly - poisonously]

I don't want the Time Lords back. Gallifrey and the Matrix gave stability to the universe. Oh, yes, the Matrix was a great source of knowledge, but it was an impediment to change. And the Celestial Intervention Agency, with its motto of, 'the story changes, but the ending stays the same,' certainly kept things as they were.

A time may come when I can reach into the Time War, get what from it, and leave that which I despise in the locked-up eternity it deserves. But I won't risk having that collar around my neck again if I can find a better way.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is quite sure she has never seen that smile before, not fully in that form]

And what is it that you desire? What is only partially worth the risk?

How humbling, if it is believed, to think there is nothing that might be done to alter one's ending. Of course, I have lived a life that was nothing but planned.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Just the Matrix. Another planet can be found, terraformed, made into something as beautiful as Gallifrey. Time Lords, new ones, better ones, can be recreated. Everything that could be desired of that place is replaceable. It's just harder with the Matrix.

Endings are rarely according to one's own design.