The second last time lord (Eleventh doctor) - Doctor Who

First Regeneration (Part 2)

Second chapter, Yay. I can't wait for exciting adventures to happen. And she just met the eleventh doctor. Wahoo. I'm so excited to write more. The above picture is what she is wearing today.

The Sorceress walks through her TARDIS, thoughtfully. She had just met another time lord. Which meant that there was another of her race. She was not the last. She carefully picked her way through Marla's untidy belongings and smiled a little. He wasn't that bad looking. She patted the Tardis's controls and whispered to it.

"Sorry, TARDIS. I did tell her to clean up her mess."

The sorceress laughed at the message that went through her head, "Very funny, T"

The TARDIS sent another telepathic message through her head and she laughed once more, "Ok, ok."

She sighs again and looks up at the roof of the TARDIS, "You know what, though. I just came across him, like our paths were meant to meet. Did you know he was coming?"

I heard your conversation.

"Oh, that would've been embarrassing. Must have looked like a freak to you. Still, you didn't answer my question. Did you know that I wasn't the last of my kind?"

No.

"Oh, T. If only you knew. Then I wouldn't have to go through all this stress."

She leans on the controls, rubbing her arms, then pressing a few buttons.

"Look after her, ok?"

A picture of Marla comes up onto the screen, making the sorceress sigh again. She runs a finger down the screen.

"So... young," she mummers to no-one.

She hears the door open and flings the screen away from her, hiding it from view. Turning around she spots the doctor standing at the door, with his arms crossed.

"Who is she?" he asks, curious.

"My companion," The sorceress answers shortly.

She had no time to answer his questions. To be honest she wasn't feeling that great. She put a hand to her throbbing head and sat down on one of the chairs. Bringing her legs up, she looks up at the doctor.

"Please," she says, her voice a whisper.

She stops her sentence, when she notices something odd about his expression. Jumping off the chair, she walks slowly over so that her face is centimeters away from his. She runs a finger down his cheek, curiously. Then her Tardis beeps at her and its voice came strongly into her head, giving her a big headache.

Quit that!

She stumbles back from him and the Tardis sends another message into her head.

This telepathy is costing you greatly, you know that.

"Stop," she whispers before she blacks out.

When she wakes up, she is still on the floor, but in a more comfortable spot. A jacket lays on top of her as she weakly moves her arm to her head, running it through her hair. She smiles weakly as she remembers the strange colour it was.

"What do you think of the blue hair?" She mumbles, her brain a bit foggy.

The doctor walks over to her, laughing and helps her up.

"Beautiful," he says.

"Sorry. Must have overdone it there."

"Overdone what?"