Chapter One, Part One: Somewhere, My LoveMature

Benjamin Pond -the Eleventh Doctor- is pregnant with a child who is not a child, a woman called Flamina who is the Master's fiance and supposed heir to the reviled House Paradox. While trolling the entirety of Gallifrey for their own good, he will avoid boredom, unmask some hidden truths, and lead Jack Harkness on a not so merry chase...

In the depths of ever-smouldering Gallifrey, a green light blinks. A mechanism whirs. A sheet of metal with bumps on it raises, preparing itself to be interpreted by the surrounding machines like some monstrous music box spool. 

Chime chime chime-chime

Chime chime chime chime chime-chime

Chime chime chime chime

Chime chime chime chime chime-chime

Chime chime chime-chime

chime chime chime chime chime-chime 

E                            G                           C1                         E1

B                            D1                         C1                         G                           F#                          F

F                            G                           A                            B

A                            G                           F#                          G                           F1                          E1

E                            G                           C1                         E1

B                            A                            G#                         G                           D1                         C1 

The great reflectors, those aged mirrors of validium set in secret by the Other, are creaking into place like grand old parlour doors with rusted hinges, dancing in pirouette on turntables in the dusty dark. They are awakening, preparing to collect two people, to fling them far away and over a great many hills. And those hills are like waves on a sea of darkness, they crest and dip and sway and tumble under, over, through and between. The quantum ocean flows in those waves. Up and down they fly, in a breezy slam of keys out of sight beneath the lid of a Concert Grand. Or is it a Baby? No, only a Spinet for now. 

In time, once they both wake up… perhaps a Pianola by the seashore. Yes, he is still sleeping, waiting. He had to take her inside himself, no other way. He doesn’t regret that, at least. Will never do so. To hell with Time.

The End

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