A Girl Met a Boy, And She Went Mad.

Out of Adventures: Wow. Okay. So first I’m just going to ask do you send this to all the blogs with the fancy themes that make it difficult to find their rules, and read them?

I’m going to assume this is a dyslexia type deal and see about using a less pretty font, rather then assume this is snit. But that its on anon makes me strongly suspect the worst of the original sender.

A rather amused little smirk pulled at Missy’s lips; matching the little smile now written across the other’s face. The prospect of someone who could potentially successfully fill in some of those problematic little gaps in the one who called himself Dev’s memories. Though there was still a clear ambivalence in those golden eyes and the small girl’s body language was still rather stiff and clearly wary of Missy. 

Not that she could blame them; even if the other Gallifreyan had been in possession of his proper body and intact memory, and knowledge of who she was; which, under normal circumstances she was quite sure her name would have been one with which he was quite familiar; despite their never having had any real interaction with each other, her name was more than commonly well known — indeed Missy had always been quite the infamous individual; and as such the mistrust she read on the young woman’s face was a reaction she was more than used to. 

She smiled; chuckling lightly as Dev related his account of the broken memories which he still retained; She nodded her head slowly; taking in the bits of information which he was able to contribute, and fitting them together with the bits of information she already knew; which were admittedly not comprehensive.

“Well; I don’t pretend to be an expert on your various escapades; but you’re name is certainly one I’ve heard before; judging by the inscription on this handy little doohickey here; and what you’ve told me here does seem to match up to what I have heard about you — oh yes; yes you’ve always been delightfully problematic —- “

“Why am I not surprised he brought this on himself?”

Dana’s irritation was clear as her eyes became their regular silver. She crossed her arms, eyes leaving Missy in order to glare at the pocket watch that Missy now held. Locket. Dev’s voice contradicted. Odd. Where had that come from?

“I’m trying to find his body, which I hope still exists, so I can shove him out of my head.” Dana glanced at Missy again and took a breath. “So he was...a Time Lord? Like you? Which means...he’s from Gallifrey?”

“...shit.” She frowned then, because locating Gallifrey would be a new challenge, but it was where it seemed she was going to have to go next, wasn’t it? Its location had been the subject of mystery for quite a few episodes and story arcs.

“There are plenty of terms for it. I find that one simplest. But I might be able to find a more accurate work for it once you explain to me what’s going on.”

He looked over her outfit before sending her a charming smile, beginning to walk towards the restaurant, “well, if it helps at all, I think that outfit really suits you. It’s sensible, but cute. Kind of like you,” this was accompanied by a wink as he opened the door to a small, out of the way Italian restaurant. It was rather swanky and a little more romantic than was perhaps appropriate for the kind of talk they were going to have, but it was very private and Jack knew he could trust the owners.

Dana reached up to touch her locket Dev had gone unusually quiet since this...dinner was decided. She wondered why he wasn’t teasing her more? It felt strange for her mind to be so quiet. But it was also a relief in more then a small way, if a little worrysome.

Aaron had spent a lot of time learning and practicing the art of perceiving when someone was lying to him. He didn’t pick up on a single sign. Not a hint of doubt or deception. Either it was true by some nearly unbelievable twist in the world or she just truly believed it. Aaron really wanted to believe that it was the former. Maybe he was the crazy one.

“Dimensional reality crossing?” He sounded skeptical but it didn’t mean that he was going to turn down her offer. A world where Aaron Cross was a work of fiction. It was a hard reality to turn down. Worst case scenario, he’d just be standing there with a person out of touch with reality. Best case scenario, she wasn’t lying and he could really go to a place like that.

“So how do we do it?”

“We find a mirror.” Dana smiled bashfully as she reached up for the locket she wore around her neck. “It shouldn’t sound any more impossible then anything else I’ve said. I don’t know how it works. But I can adjust some of the rings inside the this locket, and when it makes contact with a mirror, it sort of becomes a doorway.”

SelfRescuing

A Girl Met a Boy. And She Lost Her Mind. Now she traverses her madness, to reclaim her mind, on a journey of self rescue.

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“Why on Earth would I TEST you?” The man turned around to look at her, brow stitched together as he scoffed, “And why on Earth would you want to help? I’ve done things on my own for this long, I am quite capable of taking care of this myself.” Johnathan sighed, shaking his head as he eyed the situation carefully. Could he really do this alone? Heaving a sigh, he folded his arms over his chest and glanced sideways at her, face relaxing for a moment, “You really think you can handle millions of Daleks?”

Dana’s expression was quiet. Perhaps hesitation. But then her silver eyes shimmered gold. And Dev was speaking through her.

“You know, it feels like that’s not the most insane thing I’ve ever done. But regardless, its...not wise to leave such a situation until you know how it resolves. Millions of Daleks and all.”

“So he does speak,” Jack said, almost nonchalantly though he was a bit alarmed by the whole thing. “I’ll get Ianto to look through the archives, see if we have anything matching that description.”

It did sound familiar, just a gut feeling that Jack had, though he couldn’t ever remember actually seeing it. Maybe it was something he had inherited when Alex violently gave him Torchwood 3. Maybe it was something he himself had discovered lifetimes ago and the memory was just too faded to remember. At any rate, Ianto would be able to sort out whether they still had it or not.

“In the meantime, not so sure on the ‘letting go’ part. But we can take you to the spot where we think the Rift originates.” 

“I mean once I’m free to go, I can find my way home. I have my ways. I mean, once I have my stuff back.”

Dana hesitated as she tried to consider her next words. They had demanded an item that might be in the vault. What was it, and why had Dev lost it? Had he encountered Torchwood?