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Eve of Something New Chapter 24: Beauty

“The Doctor’s Wife” is one of my favorite Doctor Who episodes of all time :)

Links to chapter one on Tumblr, FF.net and AO3.

This chapter is also available on FF.net and on AO3, as well as below the cut.

"So what kind of trouble's your friend in?" Amy asked as they walked out of the TARDIS and into a scrap yard.

"He was in a bind," the Doctor said, "A bit of a pickle, sort of distressed."

"He doesn’t know," Eva said, making sure to stay close to the Doctor.

"But what is this?" Rory asked. "The scrap yard at the end of the universe?"

"Not end of, outside of," the Doctor corrected.

"How we can we be outside the universe?" Rory asked. "The universe is everything."

"There are other universes," Eva said. "Parallel, Different-Parallel, pocket universes."

"How can they exist?"

"They just do," Eva shrugged.

"How do you know they're real?" Amy asked. "I mean, I know the theory but how do you know it's more than just that?"

"I grew up in one of them," Eva replied.

"Wait, what?" Rory asked.

"Imagine a great big soap bubble with one of those tiny little bubbles on the outside," the Doctor started.

"Okay," Rory said hesitantly.

"Well, it's nothing like that," the Doctor muttered, causing Rory to sigh as he looked at the TARDIS. "Completely drained, look at her."

"So we're in a tiny bubble universe, sticking to the side of the bigger bubble universe?" Amy clarified.

"Yeah," the Doctor said. "No. But if it helps, yes."

"Just think about it like that," Eva sighed. "You'll get nothing better out of him."

"This place is full of rift energy," the Doctor said. "She'll probably refuel just by being here. Now this place, what do we think, eh?" He took a pebble from the ground and threw it up. "Gravity's almost earth-normal, air's breathable, but it smells like..."

"Armpits," Rory provided.

"Armpits," Eva agreed.

"Where did this stuff come from?" Rory asked, looking at what seemed to be a plate.

"There's a rift, stuff gets sucked through it," the Doctor said. "A plughole. Not a bubble, a plughole. The universe has a plughole and we've fallen down it."

"Thief!" a voice called. "Thief! You're my thief!"

The four turned to see a woman running towards the Doctor.

"She's dangerous!" a man warned. "Guard yourselves!"

"Look at you!" the woman said, jumping at the Doctor. "Goodbye! No, not goodbye, what's the other one?" she pressed her mouth to him, and the man pulled her back.

"Watch out!" the man said.

"Careful, keep back from her!" a second woman said.

"Welcome, strangers, lovely," the man said. "Sorry about the mad person."

"Why am I a thief?" the Doctor asked. "What have I stolen?"

"You're going to steal us," the first woman said. "No, you have stolen us. You are stealing us?"

"Tenses are difficult, aren't they?" Eva asked, earning a smile from the woman.

"My Beauty!" she called. "Oh, he hasn’t stolen us yet for you, has he? I guess that means all tenses are right!"

"Oh, we are sorry, my dove," the second woman sighed. "She's off her head. They call me Auntie."

"I'm Uncle," the man said. "I'm everybody's uncle. Just keep back from this one, she bites!"

"Do I?" the woman asked. "Excellent." She grabbed Eva and bit her ear. "Oh, biting's excellent!" she called when she finally let go. "It's like kissing, only there's a winner!" She leaned in to kiss Eva only to be pulled back by Uncle and Auntie.

"Sorry," Uncle said. "She's doolally."

"No, not doolally," the woman said. "I'm... I'm It's on the tip of my tongue." Her eyes lit up. "I've just had a new idea about kissing," she called out, heading towards the Doctor. "Come here, you!"

"Idris, no, no!" Auntie called, pulling her back.

"Oh, but now you're angry," Idris said. "No, you're not. You will be angry. The little boxes will make you angry. It already made my Beauty angry, didn’t they?" she asked, turning to Eva.

"Sorry?" the Doctor asked. "The little what? Boxes? And why is Evie angry?"

Idris chuckled. "Your chin is hilarious!" she called out before turning to Rory. "It means the smell of dust after rain."

"What does?" Rory asked, confused.

"Petrichor," Idris replied.

"But I didn't ask," Rory said.

"Not yet," Idris replied. "But you will."

"No, Idris," Uncle said. "I think you should have a rest."

"Yes, yes, good idea!" Idris called. "I'll just... see if there's an off switch."

She fell into Eva's arms and Eva slowly put her on the ground

"She dead now," Uncle said. "So sad."

"She's still breathing," Rory told him.

"Nephew, take Idris somewhere she cannot bite people," Uncle ordered, making the group turn towards Nephew.

"Oh, hello!" the Doctor called happily.

"Doctor, what is that?" Amy asked.

"It's all right," the Doctor said. "It's an Ood! Oods are good, love an Ood. Hello, Ood. Can't you talk?" He looked at the translator ball. "Oh, I see, it's damaged. May I?" he asked. "It might be on the wrong frequency."

"Nephew was broken when he came here." Auntie said, making Eva shiver. "Why, he was half dead. House repaired him. House repaired all of us."

The Doctor fixed the translator and it immediately started transmitting, sending out the cries of help from the different Time Lords House had killed. The Doctor grasped Eva's hand and she pressed it, trying to comfort him to the best of her ability.

"What was that?" Rory asked when the voices stopped.

"The reason I'm angry," Eva said.

"Was that him?" Rory went on before the Doctor could respond to what Eva said.

"No, no, it's picking up something else," the Doctor said, though it was clear to see he was uncertain. "That's... That's not possible. That's... Who else is here?" he asked, turning to look at Uncle and Auntie. "Tell me. Show me! Show me!"

"Just what you see," Auntie said, marking at herself and Uncle. "It's just the four of us, and the House. Nephew," she called. "Will you take Idris somewhere safe where she can't hurt nobody?"

"The House?" the Doctor asked as Nephew did what Auntie told him to. "What's the House?"

"House is all around you, my sweets," Auntie said. "You are standing on him. This is the House. This world. Would you like to meet him?"

"Meet him?" Rory asked.

"I'd love to," the Doctor said quickly, raising a finger to mark Amy and Rory to stay quiet.

"This way," Auntie said, walking away. "Come, please. Come."

"What's wrong?" Amy asked. "What were those voices?"

"Time Lords," Eva said darkly.

"It's not just the Corsair," the Doctor said, trying to hold back his excitement and worry. "Somewhere close by there are lots and lots of... Time Lords."

He started walking away, Eva's hand still in his and Amy and Rory followed as she tried to brace herself for what was going to happen and the way the Doctor's heart was about to break once more.

EMH

"Come," Uncle said as they walked into a room. "Come, come. You can see the House and he can look at you and he –"

"I see," the Doctor said. "This asteroid is sentient. We've encountered one before."

"Cause that ended so well," Eva muttered.

"We walk on his back," Auntie said. "Breathe his air. Eat his food –"

"Smell its armpits," Amy muttered.

"And do my will," House spoke via Auntie and uncle, not unlike how Titan used Jeffrey to speak. "You are most welcome, travellers."

"Doctor," Amy said cautiously. "That voice, that's the asteroid talking?"

"Yes," the Doctor said. "So you're like a sea urchin. Hard outer surface. That's the planet we're walking on. Big, squashy, oogly thing inside. That's you."

"That is correct, Time Lord," House said.

"Ah!" the Doctor said. "So you've met Time Lords before?"

"Many travellers have come through the rift, like Auntie and Uncle and Nephew," House informed them. "I repair them when they break."

"So there are Time Lords here then?"

"Not anymore," House replied. "But there have been many TARDISes on my back in days gone by. I must admit I have never seen anything like your friend."

"Which one?" the Doctor asked.

"The one Idris called, 'Beauty'."

"Well, there won't be any more after us," the Doctor quickly said. "Last Time Lord. Last TARDIS. And Eva is one of a kind."

"A pity," House said. "Your people were so kind. Be here in safety, Doctor. Rest, feed, if you will."

"We're not actually going to stay here, are we?" Rory asked.

"It seems like a friendly planet," the Doctor said. "Literally."

"That's what you thought about the last one," Eva muttered.

"Mind if we poke around?" the Doctor asked.

"You can look all you want," Auntie said. "Go, look. House loves you."

"Come on then, gang," the Doctor said worriedly, eyeing a sign on Auntie's hand. We're just going to... er... see the sights."

The Doctor all but ran out of the room, pulling Eva behind him.

"Why are you angry?" he asked as soon as they were away from Uncle, Auntie and Nephew. "Idris said you are angry, why are you angry?"

"What happened the last time?" Amy asked. "Eva said there was a last time, what happened last time?"

"Shh," Eva said, hearing the faint sound of Idris' screams.

"So as soon as the TARDIS is refuelled, we go, yeah?" Rory questioned.

"No, there are Time Lords here," the Doctor said. "I heard them and they need me."

"You told me about your people and you told me what you did," Amy started.

"Yes," the Doctor said, "But if they're like the Corsair, they're good, I can save them!"

"Then tell them you destroyed the others?"

"I can explain," the Doctor said, though Eva could see he wasn’t so sure. "Tell them why I had to."

"You want to be forgiven," Amy said, looking at the Doctor's back.

"Don't we all?" Eva asked, and Amy nodded.

"What do you need from me?"

"My screwdriver," the Doctor said. "I left it in the TARDIS. It's in my jacket."

"You're wearing your jacket," Rory said.

"His other one," Eva said. "Yes, he has two of those," she added before Rory could respond.

"Okay," Amy said with a sigh. "I'll get it, but, Doctor, listen to me. Don't get emotional because that's when you make mistakes."

"Yes, boss," the Doctor said with a small salute.

"I'll call you from the TARDIS," Amy said. "Eva, Rory, look after him."

She turned and walked away and Eva looked at Rory. "Rory, look after her," she ordered, following the Doctor.

EMH

The Doctor and Eva were walking silently, looking for Idris. Neither of them said anything as the Doctor didn’t know what to say and Eva wanted to let him be the one to break the silence.

He wished it was an older Eva with him here – preferably one who had already seen the Time War and understood why he had to do what he had to do. Eva, on her behalf, wished for a younger, less complicated Doctor.

The Doctor's phone rang and he answered it. "Yeah, it's around somewhere," he said in response to something Amy said, as Eva took out the sonic screwdriver from one of his pockets. "Have a good look."

Eva used the sonic screwdriver, following the logic of pointing and thinking to lock Amy and Rory inside the TARDIS.

"It's for their safety," the Doctor muttered, having planned to do the same thing himself.

"It's for their safety," Eva repeated, trying to help the Doctor feel better.

"Come on," the Doctor muttered, looking around. "Where are you? Now where are you all? Where are you?" He closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment before leading the two of them behind some clothes. "Well, they can't all be in here."

Eva silently opened a cabinet next to where they stood, watching the Doctor get angrier as he saw what was in it.

"Just admiring your Time Lord distress signal collection," he said when Auntie and Uncle came to stand behind him. "Nice job. Brilliant job. Really thought I had some friends here..."

"This is what the Ood translator picked up," Eva said, fury rising within her at the monster who gave the Doctor hope only to take it all away. "Cries for help from the long dead."

"How many Time Lords have you lured here, the way you lured me?" the Doctor questioned. "And what happened to them all?"

"House," Auntie said. "House is kind and he is wise."

"House repairs you when you break," the Doctor said angrily, "Yes, I know. But how does he mend you?" He took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned them. "You have the eyes of a 20 year old."

"Thank you," Uncle said.

"He means it literally," Eva said.

"Your eyes are..." the Doctor muttered. "Your ears don't match, your right arm is two inches longer than you're left, and how's your dancing? Cos you've got two left feet," he finished, his voice shaking. "Patchwork people. You've been repaired and patched up so often, I doubt there's anything left of what used to be you. I had an umbrella like you once."

"Oh, now," Auntie said, "It's been a great arm for me, this."

The Doctor grasped it, looking at the snake tattoo. "Corsair," he muttered.

"He was a strapping big bloke, wasn't he, Uncle?" Auntie went on.

"Big fella," Uncle agreed.

"I got the arm and then Uncle got the spine and the kidneys," Auntie said.

"Kidneys," the Doctor muttered in disbelief. "You gave me hope, and then you took it away. That's enough to make anyone dangerous. God knows what it will do to me!" Auntie and Uncle exchanged looks and Eva had to hold the Doctor's hand in order to stop him from killing them on the spot. "Basically..." he muttered. "Run!"

Auntie ran off but Uncle stayed behind, looking at the Doctor. "Poor old Time Lord," he said. "Too late. House is too clever."

The Doctor's phone rang and Uncle used the distraction to run away, the Doctor letting him as he answered the phone. Eva looked at his face, trying to decipher his thoughts.

"Needed you out of the way," the Doctor told Amy, looking at Eva. "'The boxes will make you angry'," he quoted. "'They already made my Beauty angry.' How could she know?"

"I'm sorry," Eva said. "I should’ve told you."

"Yes, you should have," the Doctor said, shaking. "Stay put, stay where you are," he told Amy before hanging up the phone and looking at Eva.

One look of his face was all she needed before she held out her arms. The Doctor hesitated for a moment before Eva grabbed his hand and pulled him close, allowing him to cry on her shoulder at the thought of his dead friends.

EMH

Eva and the Doctor found the cell Idris was held in, Eva having to force the Doctor back from running to the other woman.

"How did you know about the boxes?" he asked. "You said they'd make me angry and that they'd already made Evie angry. How did you know?"

"Ah," Idris sighed happily. "It's my Thief and my Beauty."

"Who are you?" the Doctor questioned.

Idris smiled, ignoring his question. "It's about time," she said.

"I don’t understand," the Doctor said. "Who are you?"

"Do you not know me?" Idris asked, offended. "Just because they put me in here? My Beauty knows me."

"They said you were dangerous," the Doctor told her.

"Not the cage," Eva said. "In there."

"They put me in here," Idris said, marking at her body. "I'm the... Oh, what do you call me?" she sighed in frustration. "We travel. I go..." She started making the mechanical noise the TARDIS was making and the Doctor looked at her, shocked.

"The TARDIS?" he asked in disbelief.

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space," Idris said. "Yes, that's it. Names are funny. Don’t you think, Beauty?"

"Of course they are," Eva said with a soft smile.

"It's me!" Idris called out. "I'm the TARDIS."

"No," the Doctor said. "You're not! She's not," he added, looking at Eva. "You're a bitey, mad lady. The TARDIS is up and downy stuff in a big blue box."

"Oh, honey," Eva sighed. "Up and downy stuff?"

"Yes, that's me," Idris nodded. "A type 40 TARDIS. I was already a museum piece, when you were young, and the first time you walked through my doors, you said –"

"I said, 'You are the most beautiful thing I had ever known'," the Doctor whispered, making Eva smile softly.

"Then, you looked away from Eva, patted my console, told me I wasn’t bad either and called me 'Old Girl'," Idris said, making Eva choke on air. "And then you stole us. And we stole you."

"I borrowed you," the Doctor protested.

"Borrowing implies the intention to return the thing that was taken," Idris told him. "What makes you think we would ever give you back?"

"You're the TARDIS?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes."

"My TARDIS?"

"My Doctor," Idris replied. "And my Evie. Oh!" Her face shifted into a look of surprise. "Care to do the honour, Beauty?"

"With pleasure," Eva said, turning to the Doctor. "We have now reached the point in the conversation where you open the lock," she informed him.

The Doctor complied and Idris walked out, nearing the two and looking at them with undisguised curiosity.

"Are all people like this?" she asked.

"Like what?" the Doctor questioned.

"So much... bigger on the inside?" Idris asked. "I'm... Oh, what is that word? It's so big, so complicated." She looked at Eva. "It's making my Beauty sad."

"But why?" the Doctor asked. "Why pull the living soul from a TARDIS and pop it in a tiny human head? What does it want you for?"

"It doesn't want her," Eva told him.

"How do you know?" the Doctor asked.

"House eats TARDISes," Idris said.

"House what?"

"It's something I heard you say," Idris informed him.

"When?" the Doctor asked.

"In the future," Idris said simply.

"House eats TARDISes?" the Doctor repeated.

"There you go," Idris said before frowning. "What are fish fingers?"

"When do I say that?" the Doctor asked.

"Any second," Eva and Idris said together.

"Of course!" the Doctor said quickly. "House feeds on rift energy and TARDISes are bursting with it. All lovely and cooked, processed food, mmm, fish fingers."

"Do fish have fingers?" Idris asked.

"But you can't eat a TARDIS," the Doctor said, pausing and looking at Idris. "It would destroy you. Unless, unless..."

"Unless you deleted the TARDIS matrix first," Eva said, and the Doctor laughed darkly.

"So it deleted you."

"House can't delete a TARDIS' consciousness, that would blow a hole in the universe," Idris said quickly. "He pulls out the matrix, sticks it in a living receptacle and feeds off the Artron energy. You were about to say all that," she told the Doctor. "I don't suppose you have to now."

"I sent Amy and Rory in there," the Doctor said, reaching out to his pocket and taking his phone. "They'll be eaten. Amy! Amy! Rory, get the hell out of there!" he called, running away.

"We should probably follow him," Eva said, reaching out to hold Idris's hand.

"So that's how it feels," Idris said thoughtfully. "I know now why you like it. 84 percent," she added.

"What?" Eva asked, confused.

"You'll ask this later," Idris told her. "The answer is eighty four. At least for now."

"Okay," Eva said, running after the Doctor. "I trust you."

"You always do, don’t you?" Idris asked. "Also, ten years."

"If you say so," Eva nodded, quickening her pace.

Hopefully, this will make sense later on.

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