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oh. mygosh. THIS CHAPTER WAS SO HARD TO WRITE HOLY CRAP IT TOOK ME FOUR FREAKING MONTHS BUT IT’S FINALLY DONE. I slaved and slaved over Ender’s thought processes in this chapter and I really really hope I got it right. (Or at least made it somewhat believable.) Convincing a tired depressed cynical distrustful passive-aggressive genius boy to meet with some weird “Doctor” he’s never met is not easy. >.<

anyway, here goes nothing. Flashback time, wibbly-wobbly…

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2 – Yield To Me Now, For I Am Weak

Ender shook the nice young lady’s hand and took the chair she offered him, his face politely blank, as always. She was the third one they had tried to assign to him – oddly enough, she specifically requested to work with him – but she would give up, just like the others.

He hoped it happened soon. He hoped even more that they would take the hint after this and leave him alone. Pushing therapy on him might soothe their consciences, but he had no intention of letting anyone pry open his mind any more than they already had.

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Super nervous about sharing this, but I’ve finally gotten started on the wishful crossover what-if scenario I’ve always wanted to try! This involves the 9th Doctor immediately post-regeneration and takes place after the events of “Investment Counselor” in the enderverse, but you don’t have to be familiar with that story to get into this. Also, the chapters will be alternating between present and past in Ender’s timeline, so I hope that won’t confuse anyone. This is sort of two stories in one. ;)

(Apologies for any OOCness; I’m still pretty new at writing for these fandoms. Feedback of any kind is always appreciated!) <3

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Come, O thou Traveler unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee.

I need not tell thee who I am, My misery and sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name, Look on thy hands, and read it there.

But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy name, and tell me now.

—Charles Wesley

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1 – Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature Know

“We are not keeping it,” said Andrew.

“Quit being an insufferable prick and help,” gritted Valentine, wobbling slightly from the effort of holding up the six-foot half-conscious man in her arms.

After some stepped-on toes and cursing and awkward shifting of weight, they eventually managed to get “It” through the apartment doorway and onto the couch. The stranger crumpled over on his side and curled up in a tight ball, mumbling incoherent phrases under his breath, eyes tightly closed. He seemed either feverish or intoxicated. Or both. Andrew wasn’t sure which would be more inconvenient right now.

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