The Man Who Regrets β–Ή Doctor Who [1] βœ“

πŸ˜πŸ›πŸš β–Ή 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕀π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 (ℙ𝕒𝕣π•₯ πŸ™)

VIOLET’S FINGERS TANGLE IN her hair as she spins, trying to find a way out of this mess that they’ve been thrust into because of small message that came many years too early. The large moon is hanging high in the orange sky. River cuts a square in the wall with her gun and enters, ordering everyone through, into yet another Rotunda.

β€œOkay, we’ve got a clear spot. In, in, in!,” River orders. β€œRight in the centre. In the middle of the light, quickly. Don’t let your shadows cross. Doctor.”

β€œI’m doing it,” the Doctor replies, annoyed.

β€œThere’s no lights here. Sunset’s coming. We can’t stay long. Have you found a live one?”

β€œMaybe. It’s getting harder to tell. What’s wrong with you?”

β€œWe’re going to need a chicken leg. Who’s got a chicken leg? Thanks, Dave.” She throws the meat into the shadow, and once again it is just bone before it hits the ground. β€œOkay. Okay, we’ve got a hot one. Watch your feet.”

β€œThey won’t attack until there’s enough of them,” Violet mutters, her voice wavering and full of untamed panic. β€œBut they’ve got our scent now. They’re coming.”

The archaeologists argue with River about the Doctor, and Violet’s anxiety and bubbling rage begins to grow, the medicine from this century already losing its effect on her weak body. The half Gallifreyan curses in an ancient language and begins to pace, only stopping when her wife grips her hand tightly, anchoring her and giving her something to latch onto until she returns to the TARDIS.

β€œYou say he’s your friend, but he doesn’t even know who you are,” Anita snarks. β€œAnd you say this little girl is someone you care for. Who the hell is she?”

β€œListen, all you need to know is this. I’d trust that man to the end of the universe. And actually, we’ve been,” River sighs. β€œAs for Violet, don’t you ever call her a little girl again, or underestimate my first wife.”

β€œHe doesn’t act like he trusts you.”

β€œYeah, there’s a tiny problem. He hasn’t met me yet.” She goes over to where the Doctor is still scanning shadows, Violet hot on her heels. β€œWhat’s wrong with it?”

β€œThere’s a signal coming from somewhere, interfering with it,” the Doctor says with a frown.

β€œThen use the red settings.”

β€œIt doesn’t have a red setting.”

β€œWell, use the dampers.”

β€œIt doesn’t have dampers.”

β€œIt will do one day.”

The Doctor takes River’s sonic screwdriver. β€œSo, some time in the future, I just give you my screwdriver.”

β€œYeah.”

β€œWhy would I do that?”

River laughs. β€œI didn’t pluck it from your cold dead hands, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

β€œAnd I know that because?”

β€œListen to me. You’ve lost your friend. You’re angry. I understand. But you need to be less emotional, Doctor, right now.”

β€œLess emotional? I’m not emotional.”

β€œThere are six people in this room still alive. Focus on that. Dear God, you’re hard work young.”

β€œYoung? Who are you?”

β€œOh, for heaven’s sake!” Lux exclaims. β€œLook at the pair of you. We’re all going to die right here, and you’re just squabbling like an old married couple.”

β€œDoctor, one day I’m going to be someone that you trust completely, but I can’t wait for you to find that out. So I’m going to prove it to you,” River says, her voice softer than usual. β€œAnd I’m sorry. I’m really very sorry.” River whispers the Doctor’s name in his ear. β€œAre we good? Doctor, are we good?”

He looks beyond stunned, and his eyes move to Violet for a split second. β€œYeah, we’re good.”

β€œGood.” River takes back her screwdriver and leaves him, Violet giving her husband a tentative smile before following.

The Doctor begins to rant about his screwdriver and signals, and both his wives have to withhold their groans of annoyance, sharing a grin. They know so much about this man, but they both know it from different circumstances, and some of it from each other. River knows about the future Doctor, and Violet knows about the past Doctor - this Doctor.

β€œProfessor?” Anita calls, her worry making Violet look up, only to freeze in horror.

β€œJust a moment,” River replies.

Violet stammers for a moment, clearing her throat before trying again. β€œR-River, honey.”

β€œIt’s important,” Anita pleads. β€œI have two shadows.”

River turns and her eyes widen. β€œOkay. Helmets on, everyone. Anita, I’ll get yours.”

It’s a tense minute for the six of them, and it’s only making Violet’s emotions fluctuate faster and more erratically. River puts the helmet on Anita and backs away from the woman quickly, the Doctor sonicing the visor to Anita’s helmet black in an attempt to trick the Vashta Nerada.

β€œJust, just, just stay back,” the Doctor orders. β€œProfessor, a quick word, please.”

β€œWhat?” River asks, following him a few steps away, still in earshot of Violet.

β€œDown here.”

They crouch down.

β€œWhat is it?”

β€œLook, you said there are six people still alive in this room.”

β€œYeah, so?”

β€œSo, why are there seven?”

Violet looks around and sees that skeletal zombie Dave has caught up to them. β€œHey, who turned out the lights?”

β€œRun!” the Doctor yells.

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