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[waterfield]

( a sob is the first thing that can be heard, rather than spotting her. she always was louder than she was vibrant, but here she is in all her glory, on her knees, acting like a child. soft and quiet, though she remains sobbing. hiccoughing soon follows, sniffles and for a short time, all that can be produced from the girl are the sounds of misery and despair. this is the second time she’s found herself in this strange area, neither one of said two times could she recall really wanting to stay. or, rather, she thought it was — but nothing made sense at the moment, nothing but sobbing seemed to be the right thing to do )

Is someone there…? ( preferably someone she might know? her voice whimpers the words and her palms, finding her eyes, rub the heels against to try and dry the tears that relentlessly fall ) Please, can someone hear me…?

( Victoria is far from being aware of whom she’s trying to talk to. for some reason, she can recall someone from before but can’t see anyone this time. slowly, she inhales a shaky breath, picks herself up from the ground and awkwardly begins to walk )

I remember, from before, there was someone… Please, aren’t you still there? ( another choking sob, as she realizes that she might have just imagined seeing someone. what if she’s imagined this whole situation? it might even be some dream, or rather nightmare, that just feels as though it’s real. but then again, when she had returned home, it hadn’t felt right for some reason. what had that woman’s name been? oh, that’s right )

Meredith? ( another shaky breath ) Meredith… Sault? That was it, wasn’t it? Oh, please… Please, I’m frightened and I— I thought I’d gotten away from all this stuff!

( she proceeds to walk along the Plane, not that she realized that’s what it was called or even began to fathom wherever it was that she might be. the walk was seeming endless, there really didn’t seem as though there was much of a destination for her to find and so realizing that she was extremely lost, and so once more, she falls to her knees in a heap )

Mister Harris! Missus Harris! ( she choked on a sob ) Please, I don’t want to be alone! I don’t understand, what is going on? Where am I…? What happened?

( she whimpers and mutters before burying her head into her hands ) …if I wanted this, I would have stayed on the TARDIS…

Comments

[waterfield]

I— My name is Victoria...

I traveled with him... Not all that long ago. ( at least, for her it wasn't long ago )

[noblesavage]

What face did he wear?

[waterfield]

Face? What do you mean what face? ( Victoria is, unlike Leela, not privy to the fact that his face may change look ) The only one that he's got...!

[noblesavage]

Yes, but he can change it when he must.

[waterfield]

Change? ( she scrunches her nose in confusion ) He's not a chameleon, he can't just change...

[noblesavage]

No, but he is a Time Lord. I have seen him with many faces.

[waterfield]

What? But that doesn't make sense... How do you have more than one face? ( does being a Lord of Time really matter for that? )

[noblesavage]

He is able to change it when he is on the edge of death.

[waterfield]

( her eyes widen and her hands touch over her mouth in shock ) D, Death—!? But he can't die—!

[noblesavage]

Everyone can die. Even the Doctor.

[waterfield]

( her hands move to press the heels of her palms to her eyes )

... please don't say such things ... ( her voice is quiet )

[noblesavage]

Keeping silent will not change the truth.

He has his friends to take care of him. I will die before I allow him to be harmed.

[waterfield]

Well I don't want to hear it, is all!

( she snaps in desperation. she's already lost her mother and her father, don't get her thinking she'll lose the Doctor, too. )

[noblesavage]

You cannot hide from the truths of life.

[waterfield]

Of course you can, it's called denial!

[noblesavage]

And it is foolish.

[waterfield]

It's not foolish to not want to think about your friends dying.

[noblesavage]

It is foolish to hide from something instead of fighting to stop it.

[waterfield]

( and this is where she folds her arms in irritation. )

I'm not a fighter. I would just prefer not to think about it happening.

[noblesavage]

You do not have to use a knife be able to fight.

[waterfield]

The only fighting I do, is bickering. ( which as you can see, she's fairly stubborn at. ) Besides, why is it so foolish to not want to think about it? Very well, I accept that things happen — I still don't want to imagine it or think about it.

[noblesavage]

At least you can do it well.

Because you cannot change things if you hide from them.

[waterfield]

( she presses her lips to a thin line at the compliment. )

I know, but that doesn't mean I want to think about it.

[noblesavage]

You are very strange.

[waterfield]

I have been such before, yes. ( sigh )