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Good morning, Your Honour. I am once again thinking of how the Doctor, after once again having to part ways with their wife, became a Professor (like their wife) and whose next companion had curls and was chock full of sassiness, curiosity and wonder at the universe (like their wife). Also why does the Doctor end up with babies everytime they miss their wife. Because remember the time Eleven had to go to Lake Silencio and have his wife relieve that moment. Because remember when Twelve rebuilt Nardole and babysat-ish for a bit after Darillium.
A string of mismatched syllables broke through the Doctor’s consciousness, pulling him unceremoniously from the deep abyss of sleep. Rolling onto his back, his groggy mind worked to identify the source, slowly concluding it was the eleven-month-old sleeping between him and Missy. Or rather, the eleven-month-old who was supposed to be sleeping between him and Missy.
“Da ba da,” they very much awake Alistair babbled with purpose, “Badada.”
“That’s very interesting,” a second voice responded.
Opening his eyes, the Doctor was met with an annoyingly bright light, needing to blink a few times to adjust. Alistair sat upright in the bed, holding a mobile phone – his, the Doctor quickly realized – in his hands, the image of Nardole on the screen.
“Gaga badaba,” Alistair eagerly shook the phone as he spoke.
“Sorry, but could you please put your dad on now?” Nardole tried to coax him, “I’ve told you already it’s urgent.”
Quickly glancing to the other side of the bed, the Doctor saw Missy lying still, undisturbed by their son’s antics. With the hopes of keeping it that way, he scooped up the baby, taking the phone from his hands as he took them out to the corridor.
“What do you want?” the Doctor asked, holding the phone with his free hand.
“It’s not me, sir, it’s UNIT,” Nardole got straight to explaining, “They’re asking for you.”
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“Coffee?“ Jack was handing out mugs of black liquid that looked ridiculously strong and made the entire complex smell like a coffee shop. Gwen waved to Graham and Ryan as they entered the kitchen.
“I could get used to this.“ Graham commented, taking the mug while Ryan tipped a hell of a lot of milk in his.
“He’s only doing it cause it’s your first day.“ Gwen commented, passing the sugar. Jack had a habit of making the coffee far too strong to drink as it was.
“Well, we’re about to embark on a day of adventure, best to be well prepared.“ Jack grinned, taking a sip of his magic brew that gave him quite the buzz.
“Gather round everyone!“ Kate called from down the corridor and carrying their drinks through, they made their way into the main hub.
“Where’re the doughnuts?“ Jack asked as he skipped down the stairs to where the Osgoods stood. Mickey and Martha were already here. Ryan and Graham followed with Gwen.
“I’m afraid resources are more limited than that.“ Kate pointed out as she waited for all of them to gather around.
“Mission briefing? This is exciting, never did that on the TARDIS, would probably have prevented a lot of issues.“ Graham mumbled to Ryan who just chuckled.
“Osgoods, if you would be so good as to present your findings.“ The UNIT chief turned to the twins who gave polite smiles in unison.
“Last night’s autopsy confirmed what we have already been suspecting.“ The Osgood on the right started. She tapped repeatedly on the tablet she was holding and light sprung from a projector on the ceiling, forming the shape of an abstract human body into the air. “The victims have been experimented upon.“
“You mean like, alien abduction, experiments on a spaceship? I thought that only happens in bad sci-fi films.“ Ryan pointed out and the other Osgood carried on:
“Aliens, yes. Spaceship, probably not. We are pretty confident that they have a base on Earth.“
“And what exactly are they doing to the victims?“ Martha asked, crossing her arms uncomfortably.
“We can’t be entirely sure but it seems to be affecting them right down to their DNA.“ The first Osgood explained and the projection extrapolated, zooming in until it depicted strands of DNA.
“Like the Kasaavin?“ Ryan concluded, making the obvious connection.
“Similar, yes.“ Osgood nodded. “Whatever it is they’re doing, the subjects are not able to survive the process.“
“Yet.“ Kate threw in grimly.
“Stands to reason that they will keep going.“ Gwen hummed thoughtfully.
“We also made the connection with the Kasaavin.“ Kate revealed. They had had their suspicions before and last night’s autopsies only served to confirm those. “As it happens, Daniel Barton was never found and tried for his crimes.“
“Might be worth paying him a visit.“ Ryan said, looking around the room. That was how the Doctor would have approached the situation.
“Which is why I would like you to do that.“ Kate confirmed with a smile, pleased that he had got there without her even needing to suggest it.
“Us?“ Ryan repeated in disbelief.
“He knows us, won’t he just shut us down?“ Graham was as incredulous as his grandson.
“That’s what I’m counting on. With any luck, you will be able to spook him, he will panic and hopefully…“ Kate had already thought ahead.
“If he panics, he might try and make arrangements to bury his involvement, contact whoever he’s in league with and while he will be looking behind his back for you guys, we will be right there, shadowing him.“ Jack finished with a grin.
“You think it could work?“ Graham asked, looking around the room.
“You stopped him last time.“ Kate nodded confidently “I have no doubt that we will do so again.“
——
Space, 52nd Century
“We’re nearing our destination.“ Strax announced and everyone gathered on the bridge of the ship. “Coming out of hyper speed now…“
“Keep your distance, Strax, we don’t want to lose the element of surprise.“ Vastra instructed as the ship slowed down and the stars stopped rushing past.
“It’s a space station…“ Yaz frowned, focusing on a screen of the space up ahead. It looked like it had been built around an asteroid. Though they were still quite far away, she could tell it was very big.
“That’s not just any space station.“ Jenny’s voice cut in.
“That’s Demon’s Run.“ Dorium added grimly.
“You mean the place where River was born?“ Yaz looked around to the others, recalling what they had told her about the Doctor and River’s past.
“One and the same.“ Vastra confirmed as Strax zoomed in on the asteroid up ahead. “It was abandoned after the battle… guess someone has moved back in…“
“This is where the trail ends…“ Dorium mused, while going over the trajectory of the flight path they had followed. “They must be on board…“ He didn’t exactly seem thrilled at the prospect of facing the place of his beheading again.
“Impossible to say what sort of security we’re dealing with. I don’t suppose they will have the same measure of military force that they did prior to the last battle of Demon’s Run but we can’t be too careful.“ Vastra narrowed her eyes, trying to work out the best course of action. “I’d rather not alert them to our presence. If we could find a way to steal aboard, scout and see what we’re dealing with… with any luck we can find the professor without an open confrontation…“
“That would be most disappointing…“ Strax huffed.
“It’s just as well then that I paid extra and had cloaking technology installed on this craft.“ Dorium pointed out with no small measure of pride.
“You have?“ Vastra looked around, surprised. “And you only mention this now?“
“You only had to ask. I have made some considerable upgrades. I believe I told you before, never ignore the instincts of a coward.“ He retorted with amusement.
“Strax, engage the cloak.“ Vastra instructed and the Sontaran huffed:
“The coward's way.“
“The strategically sound way.“ She pointed out and he complied. As the ship disappeared from view, the lights inside adjusted and turned dark blue.
“The only catch would be that we would have to lower the cloak in order to use the transmat.“ Dorium explained as they used their cover to fly closer to Demon’s Run.
“Maybe we won’t have to do that.“ Vastra mused, pursing her lips. “What are the defences like, Strax? Can you run a scan?“
“Standard shields, section for section. They don’t seem to be on alert or expecting anyone. Fools.“ The Sontaran cackled in delight.
“If we find a good angle, we could probably take out a section of the shield.“ Dorium confirmed, making his own assessment.
“What about lifesigns?“ Vastra carried on.
“Skeleton crew, no more than fifty lifesigns.“ Strax answered.
“Fifty people to a place that size?“ Yaz asked. “They can’t be everywhere at once.“ She gestured at the screen as the asteroid grew bigger on their approach.
“Might be a good opportunity to board in an empty section.“ Jenny agreed with enthusiasm.
“Exactly what I was thinking.“ Vastra smiled, beginning to feel more confident. A plan was forming in her head.
“If they’re not expecting trouble they might not be running regular surveillance checks.“ Yaz pointed out. “We could hide underneath the asteroid out of sight.“
“Excellent idea, Miss Kahn.“ Vesta confirmed and Strax adjusted the course accordingly. “I think some good old-fashioned pirating might be in order. How about laser cutters, you don’t happen to have those aboard too, Mr. Maldovar?“ She looked at Dorium with a sheepish smile.
“Perhaps not laser cutters… but would rifles have the same effect?“ He suggested.
“To cut through a steel plating of the space station to steal aboard, I don’t see why not.“ Vastra agreed, sounding pleased.
“I do have some corrosive grenades…“ Strax put in, raising his hand.
“Well, Strax, I think it’s finally time to get out the big guns.“ Vastra agreed in amusement. “Find us a good place to dock.“
“Very good Ma’am.“ The Sontaran grinned as though Christmas had come early.
——
The TARDIS
“Who then?“ The Doctor asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She regarded the Master full of expectations. “Who did you set free?“
“Who didn’t I set free? The entire prison population. Anyone that’s ever been put in stasis.“ The Master gave a shrug which he immediately regretted with his injured shoulder. “You just had to shoot me, didn’t you…“ He growled, annoyed.
“Serves you right.“ She huffed but decided to retrieve a medical kit from under the TARDIS console. It was funny the things that gathered in this place. River’s gun… now the medical pack. She frowned as she opened it: Earth standard first aid pack for the car, twenty-first century. Must have been Rory’s. The Pond family really had made the TARDIS their home at the time… she couldn’t help but wonder how Amy and Rory would react if they found out they had become grandparents. “So who do you think it is?“ She asked, glancing back to the Master.
“No idea.“ He huffed and eyed her suspiciously as she approached him, almost like a wounded animal. No sudden movements. “Most of them enjoyed wrecking havoc across the capital. They’re the ones that died alongside everyone else. Idiots.“ He ignored her as she assessed the laser burn on his shoulder.
“You didn’t… ally yourself with them?“ The Doctor questioned. “I’m sure I had some burn gel here somewhere…“ She mumbled to herself and dove back under the console.
“Ally? God no. They were a distraction while I went into the omega vault and retrieved the big guns.“ The Master laughed at the memory of it and waited until she had found what she was looking for so that he had her attention again: “Do you want to know about it Doctor? Do you want me to tell you how I burned the city to the ground? Would you like me to show you?“ He grinned as she returned with a small tub of medical gel, courtesy of med-tech Liv Chenka, who the Doctor was sure wouldn’t approve of her using it on the Master.
“I’ll take your word for it.“ She retorted and applied the gel to his shoulder. She wasn’t exactly gentle about it and he hissed in pain.
“Shame.“ He retorted, looking around idly.
“What about the others?“ The Doctor prompted when he remained quiet. She could only imagine he was fondly thinking back to the destruction.
“Hm?“ He looked back to her, as if she had pulled him out of a daydream.
“You said some enjoyed wrecking havoc, that implies some didn’t.“ She explained and dressed his wound with sterile gauze.
“Always so clever, aren’t you?“ He rolled his eyes at her but lifted his arm for better access.
“Cleverer than you.“ She shot back and wrapped a bandage around his shoulder, pulling it tight for good measure. He groaned in pain.
“That’s debatable.“ He shot back.
“What about the others?“ The Doctor repeated impatiently as she returned the equipment to the medical kit.
“Some tried to escape, the more clever ones, the ones that could sense what was coming.“ The Master answered at last.
“And did they?“ The Doctor raised her eyebrows.
“Not the ones that went for shuttles, I just shot those out of the sky.“ He chucked in amusement, his eyes flickering dangerously.
“Of course you did…“ She shook her head, not sure what she had expected. She turned away from him and returned the medical kit to where she found it as she contemplated her options. Where to start looking now? The Master wasn’t exactly being helpful and she didn’t feel like she could trust him.
“There was one TARDIS that I lost track of though…“ The Master said at last and the Doctor nearly hit her head on the underside of the console as she stood quickly.
“A TARDIS?“ She asked, looking back around. “Who took it?“
“That I don’t know.“ He shrugged. “Sorry.“ He added upon her disappointed look. “I was rather preoccupied at the time. Burning the planet down and everything.“ He gave a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Then how does this help us?“ She snapped, frustration boiling to the surface. They were wasting time. They had nothing to go on.
“It helps because we also have a TARDIS.“ The Master retorted matter-of-factly as he waited for the penny to drop.
“Of course!“ The Doctor exclaimed and the Master smirked:
“If you happen to be oh so clever and you haven’t ruined this TARDIS by constantly redecorating it, you should be able to reach out through the vortex and locate it. There can’t be a great many TARDISes out there now. Not since you destroyed every last one with the death particle.“ He pointed out.
“But you can’t just locate a random TARDIS in space and time, you can reach out but unless they willingly respond, we can’t…“ The Doctor leaned onto the console, searching for a work-around.
“You can when you put a transponder onto the TARDIS hull cause you’re really pissed off that they’re escaping but you couldn’t stop them at the time. I was going to get to it at a later date.“ The Master revealed at last.
“Why didn’t you lead with that?“ The Doctor exclaimed and glared at him.
“Wanted to see you squirm for a little bit first.“ He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re an idiot.“ She snapped. She couldn’t believe she had to rely on him of all people.
“Well, so are you.“ The Master retorted. “Particularly for getting your wife pregnant and then not looking after the child.“ He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head, awaiting her response.
“I didn’t know.“ The Doctor answered defensively, but quietly. He was giving voice to the nagging thoughts she had been having since the whole thing started. How could she not have known? How could she have let this happen?
“You tend to notice when someone keeps getting bigger for nine months.“ The Master retorted dryly but the Doctor didn’t think it particularly funny.
“She left Darillium when she was pregnant… I didn’t know.“ She repeated angrily. She couldn’t let him believe she cared for her family so little.
“Oh.“ The Master’s response was surprisingly genuine and surprised. “She never even…“
“No.“ The Doctor shook her head, her voice bitter and hurt. She still couldn't believe River had kept this from her but she had no intention of discussing her feelings with the Master of all people. “How about that transponder then?“
——
Demon’s Run, 52nd Century
River pushed her hands against the glass of the machine she was in. It was healing her. Fixing her burned skin, stabilising her organs, returning her strength. She was feeling a lot better. They had moved her into an upright position not so long ago but the light from inside the machine was reflecting off the glass and the room beyond was dark and unrecognisable. It had taken her a while to realise the situation she was in. The had taken the environmental suit that she had died in off her, exposing her skin to the machine. They had allowed her the decency of keeping her underwear but that wasn’t exactly much conciliation. She felt exposed and vulnerable and she didn’t like it. She couldn’t judge the passing of time either. She must have fallen asleep at some point - not intentionally, she had tried to stay on alert in case her captors returned - but the machine must have sedated her to help her heal. She was counting her waking moments, that she could do without fail. She had always had an impeccable relationship with time but even that couldn’t account for the times she spent unconscious. It left her disoriented.
Being awake now, she had time to consider her situation. The Thirteen was impossible to figure out. What did he want with her? And what was his connection to the timeless child? By what she had gathered so far, he was still trying to learn about it himself. Since it had come from the Matrix, River could only presume that it was a prophecy of some description. Or was it a memory? Something from the past? Or something from the future? Either way, she failed to see what she herself could have to do with it.
Suddenly the machine gave a high pitched beep and River winced. The light in her tube turned off, a seal broke and air rushed in, invading the previously sterile environment. It seemed as through the process of her healing was finished. The air tasted different. Metallic and artificial, and River was certain they had to be in space somewhere.
Only moments later, the light in the room around her flickered on, reacting to the presence of someone approaching. River blinked, adjusting to the light for a moment. Then she recognised where she was and she clenched her jaw. Demon’s Run. She had already expected as much from Kovarian’s presence but it was better to have it confirmed.
“Professor, you’re looking much better.“ The Thirteen approached with a delighted smile on his face. River scanned the room, expecting to find Kovarian but he was by himself. As much as someone with thirteen personalities can ever be by themselves, that is.
“Thanks I guess.“ She hummed, focusing on him. “Didn’t expect to make it out of there again.“ She really hadn’t expected to make it out of the Library. It had seemed so final. She hadn’t expected that her body could be repaired, particularly with the Vashta Nerade swarming through the Library after the Doctor’s departure. Kovarian must have arrived just in time to retrieve her.
“Oh, you’re most welcome but I will admit, it wasn’t for your benefit.“ The Thirteen retorted, stepping closer.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me.“ River huffed, her eyes darting around the room and to the machine she was in still. The lid had lifted a little but her legs were firmly fastened into the machine. She pushed against the glass but it remained in place.
“I’m not stupid enough to let you out of that just yet.“ The Thirteen observed her actions.
“You were stupid enough to bring me here.“ River retorted patronisingly. She might be at his mercy but that wouldn't stop her from pushing his buttons.
“Well, you are a remarkable woman, Professor Song, really, big fan.“ The Thirteen smirked and suddenly his voice changed, growing more aggressive: “We can finally make her pay for what she did on…“ He took a deep breath. “Patience, Six.“ The Thirteen soothed his former self. “We’re all big boys and girls here, aren’t we, the past is the past.“
“Yes, I almost forgot about that time you tortured me to get to the Doctor’s friends.“ River snarled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Having flashbacks yet?“ The Thirteen giggled in a way that most likely was his Ninth personality.
“You’re making a big mistake.“ River stated matter-of-factly.
“You said that last time.“ The Thirteen waved it off as he circled around her, admiring how the machine had managed to fix her bruised and beaten body. River tried her best not to get self-conscious about her state of undress.
“If I remember correctly, we defeated you.“ River decided to go on the offensive to make herself feel better. She recalled the time she had been captured by the Nine alongside many of the Doctor’s past travelling companions. He had underestimated them. They had outsmarted him and done so without the Doctor, without a sonic screwdriver or a vortex manipulator, just by using their wits and this would be no different, River was convinced.
“Yes, but see, then I didn’t know who you were.“ The Thirteen carried on and came to stand in front of her again.
“Who I am is the person that has outsmarted you every time we met.“ River retorted threateningly. “Apart from Syra… there I just smashed your face in.“ She smirked at the memory and leaned a bit closer to the glass. “Which I’d be happy to repeat.“
“If I had known who you were…“ He bellowed but regained composure quickly: “Yes, shush, Eleven. We’ve already established that.“ The Thirteen took a deep breath. “I was delighted to find out what your relationship to the Doctor really is. They never seemed the type for commitment…“
“You haven’t got the faintest idea about me or the Doctor.“ River’s voice turned low and threatening. “You’re part of a long distant past.“
“Maybe, maybe… but are you not interested in finding out why I’ve brought you here?“ The Thirteen asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “It was actually a rather personal decision. The others said it wasn’t a good idea, that we already have everything we need… but what can I say, I think you can never have too many contingencies… or weapons in your arsenal.“
“Oh, I’m a weapon alright.“ River grinned, baring her teeth at him with a dangerous twinkle in her eyes. “But not one that you’re capable of wielding.“
“You said that and yet, I think I have the means of persuading you.“ The Thirteen leaned closer to the glass that kept them apart.
“Is that why you brought me here? To Kovarian? Cause if you think that woman has any control over me now you’re…“ River felt a wave of anger at the very idea. Madame Kovarian had no hold over her anymore. That was a long time ago. Everything Kovarian had done to her, her influence, the conditioning, River had broken free from it. The woman was nothing to her now.
“Madame Kovarian was kind enough to provide the facilities to nurse you back to health. She sees you as a daughter of sorts, doesn’t she.“ The Thirteen grinned. “She was more than happy to help when I requested they retrieve your body from the Library… and with all the scans and medical information they have on you, she was best placed to facilitate your recovery.“ He gestured to the machine she was in. “I don’t need her to make you do my bidding, I have other means of achieving that.“ He smirked.
“Try me.“ River retorted, determined not to show any weakness. When the Nine had tortured her, she had had other things to consider. She had been pregnant at the time. There had only been so much she’d been able to take under the circumstances. Now, however, she had a second lease on life. The Thirteen had brought her back by having gone to great pains to do it. He wouldn’t just kill her now and that knowledge gave her power.
“I’m rather looking forward to it.“ The Thirteen grinned. “Now Professor Song, pay close attention to my voice.“ His voice changed, growing more smooth, almost hypnotic.
“The Ten…“ River realised, fully aware of his abilities.
“Yes dear, now, listen to my voice…“ The Time Lord cooed.
River pushed against the glass, trying to push it open, pull herself out of the contraption but she couldn’t.
“You’ve been through so much, carried so much responsibility, are you not tired?“ The Ten soothed. “Time to rest Professor Song, let someone else make the decisions for now.“
“No!“ River growled averting her eyes but he carried on in a melody sort of way.
“Time to sleep, Professor. I will count down from ten and when I reach zero you will feel so much better. Ten, nine…“
River punched the glass but it did nothing but bruise her knuckles.
“Eight, seven, six…“
She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and found the Time Lord impossibly close to the glass, his eyes piercing hers and looking deep into her soul.
“Five, four, three…“
She stopped struggling, her hands fell to her sides.
“Two, one… zero.“
River just looked back at him, calm and still.
“Doesn’t that feel a lot better.“ The Thirteen grinned, satisfied. “Let’s see, shall we. Professor Song, can you tell me who I am.“
“You are the Thirteen.“ River answered in a soft, yet monotonous voice.
“And what will you do?“ He carried on, excitement gripping him.
“And I will obey you.“
“Excellent.“ He clapped his hands together utterly delighted, then started pressing buttons on the machine in order to release her. “Not yet, what if she’s pretending?“ His voice changed as the Seven pushed to the front of his mind. “Are you doubting my abilities?“ The Ten shot back angrily. “Don’t underestimate her, again.“ Seven bit pack. “We can’t delay, this has already taken far longer than it should have, the Doctor…“ The Eleven cut though until finally the Thirteen regained control: “Silence!“ He snapped. “The Eleven is right, we can’t delay.“ He decided and finished the process of opening up the machine. “Out you come, Professor Song.“ He instructed as the glass tube opened fully and the restraints around her legs and hips fell away.
Tentatively, River stepped outside, not quite steady on her feet yet.
“You’re perfectly fine.“ He stated, as she found her balance. “Your body should be fully restored. So what do you say?“ He smirked.
“Thank you.“ She replied politely and took a few steps, getting used to walking again.
“You’re most welcome, dear.“ He grinned and reached out to brush her curls over her shoulders. “I must say, I’m beginning to see what the Doctor sees in you.“ He hummed as he looked down her newly healed body. He ran his fingers down her neck, to her collar bone, then lower.
“You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself could you, then I could have kept this up for a while longer…“ River grabbed his wrist with one hand and punched him in the face with the other. “You should have listened to the Seven, he’s the cleverest one in there.“
The Thirteen staggered back in shock and growled in pain. He leaned over, holding his nose and found he was bleeding as he looked at his hands.
“You just had to do that, didn’t you.“ The Thirteen growled angrily and his inner turmoil boiled to the surface: “Let me take care of this.“ The Six yelled and he lunged forward. River just about ducked a punch, she wasn’t quite as agile on her feet as she would have liked. It would have been smarter to play along for a little while longer but she had too much self-respect for that. “Six, calm down! I want her alive.“ The Thirteen shouted but threw another punch regardless. River rammed her knee into her gut but couldn’t evade a slap to the face with the back of his hand. She stumbled back and he shoved her, enough to knock her against the machine behind her.
“I can do this all day.“ River groaned and ducked another punch. She threw herself into him at chest height and knocked him to the floor. She wasn’t exactly in fighting form but still able to overpower an indecisive lunatic. “How about you tell me what this is all for, hm?“ She pressed her arm against his throat, cutting off his air supply.
“Melody, do you really think that’s a good idea?“ Kovarian’s voice sounded from the other side of the room and River looked up. She froze, unable to move. Time seemed to slow down to a trickle as River’s eyes fell onto the baby in Kovarian’s arm. River’s hearts nearly stopped and her head started spinning. This wasn’t possible.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re not the only guest here.“ The Thirteen pushed her off as he realised the effect Kovarian’s entrance had on her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spat out blood.
“No…“ River’s voice was barely a whisper. It was chilling in its desperation.
“I really don’t know what made you think your child would be safe with a pitiful human, a disgraced Sontaran and a Silurian that’s lost its bite. And in such primitive times too.“ The Thirteen pulled himself up and stood as River remained on the floor, her eyes fixed on Kovarian as she came closer.
“Please…“ River could take her eyes off her son and the Thirteen grinned, utterly delighted at her desperation.
“Now, Professor, let’s try that again shall we?“ He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up to him. “Because right now, your child is perfectly safe…“
“For now…“ Kovarian commented. She kept back enough to be out of the way but made sure to stay in River’s line of vision. “Such a good boy and he looks so much like you, Melody.“
River took a deep breath, trying to keep her tears at bay. She looked to her son, desperate to get him away from Kovarian, desperate to hold him again and make sure he was safe but instead, the Thirteen pushed into her mind.
“Come on, Professor, if you’re a good girl now, maybe you can hold him, hm?“
