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[grinning rather happily and turning a rather ornate urn in his hands]

Much better off as ashes, really. Though, harder to burn than I expected! I wonder why. Oh, well! Rest in peace and all that. [drops the urn and it shatters, the ashes and broken porcelain scattering above the galaxy NGC 1275]

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No?

Well, then, in the name of science.

[sits down, setting Cy in his lap] The frequency seems accessable, but can it be navigated, I wonder, or is it too much of a mess in there?

[Looks up at him trustingly.] Don't got no compass, sorry, boss.

[fingers to temples. READY, NORMAL PEOPLE?

READY!

CONTACT: ENGAGED]

[There’s light, walls of light, patterns and dizzying swirls of light, unnatural, electric hues. And then the world is hot and cold and upside down, and the lights are turning above and it’s pain, pain, pain and howling, and the world pouring in through the bright hot thing they press in, dig in, pain in her head.

And then it’s a bright silver face and green eyes, carrying her away from the butterfly, and then bright green eyes in the face of a prehistoric cat, a great silvery sabretooth.

The shadow falls over him, twists from a one-eyed cat into a grotesque parody of a human, draped with animal skin, living sinew stretching from the skin to the human’s back. A gas mask covers its face, and then the image vanishes in flame.

The faces of cats, names flashing past; Sealink, Mousebreath. Ragnar, Pertelot--the King, the King and the Queen. The thing, the Half-and-Half, looming over them, reaching down to seize Pertelot’s scruff. Yowling, yowling pain.

And then the silver cat again. Hearts-on-fire. Safety.

Confusion, stars, all around, the faces of the Plane, a maelstrom of activity, a hyena’s snapping teeth, Bee-Kay vanishing and Nancylock’s warm hands against her back. Angel smiling at her, Domino laughing, the Guv throwing her across the Plane… The TARDIS. Silence. Quiet in her head. The Doctor and the beach and Archelaus viewed from below. And then Ace, running home to Ace, it all comes back to Ace, the sky pilot, Quicksilver, the center, the eye of the storm.]

Edited 2008-05-14 02:37 (UTC)

[yanks his hands away, snapping the connection]

I... I suppose you're more of a mess than I thought. I could barely make sense of that chaos.

[Starts turning in a circle, round and round, out of his lap and onto the Plane.] Whoopsie daisy, porcelain and paisley, which way to the exit, Koschei?

[a sharp look] Next I go in there, I'll be cutting that name out of your memories.

[Staggers and falls over, giving him a frightened look.] No playing in the mud, boss, won't do it again. What'd I do?

[picks her up] 'Koschei.' I don't like that name. Don't use it.

...okay. [Still nervous.] Don't go in and take things out? Please?

You give me no reason to, anymore. [holds his hand out, all gentle-like]

[Takes one of his fingers timidly between her paws and starts chewing on it.]

[lets her nom on it, watching silently]

[...lick, lick, lick. She stops.] Do you hate me?

[genuinely surprised] No, no I don't.

[Relieved kitty is relieved. She rubs her face against his fingers.] Glad.

[scratches behind her ears] Good.

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