IC: In the TARDIS
Around the console of the TARDIS, three people look at each other uncertainly: the blond voyager in Time and Space calling herself the Traveller, Doctor Stanley Newton of England, and Ms. Amanda Khabares, daughter of President Khabares of the star-spanning USA of the thirty-fourth century.
Trav tosses her hat onto the hat stand, as she steps back, and plops onto the beat up couch that's outside the ring of the control dais. "I was hoping we'd never have this conversation."
"There... was a war. It was between my people, the Time Lords, and a species called the Daleks. It was a war for all creation."
She sits up, and hides her face in her hands, sniffing. "We lost. Everyone - everyone lost."
She looks up at Amanda and Stanley, eyes red,as tears start to stream down. "I don't know if you ever have heard of Daleks, Amanda, but they're certainly in the old UNIT files. Things became so bad..." she pauses. "That the Doctor and I... put an end to it. We tried every other trick, every other idea. The war would have destroyed everything. We tried everything we could. Everything!" Her eyes look desperate and pleading as she looks at her companions.
She sits up. "There's more. You see, the Daleks... caught me. They did horrible things to my friends, and to me." Another long pause. "I... regenerated. I... gave up my old name. I became something as awful and evil as the Daleks. The Doctor had to stop me, several times. I did terrible, awful things."
"But, when the war came, they let me out. In exchange for my freedom, they let me loose on the Daleks. The Daleks were a species driven by hatred. Oh, but I taught them one other feeling. I taught them fear. Only the Doctor did they fear more. Oh, did I give those sons of bitches a taste of what they did to other people." Her face takes on an uncharacteristic, terrifying grimace.
"But, the Doctor and I - we ended it. We ended them. Not just the Daleks, the Time Lords too. Well, I mean, it was the Doctor who actually did the deed physically. But we laid out the plan, and did the deed. It was a choice between my people and the Daleks, and everyone else. Creation itself was at stake." As the tears stream down, she confesses, leaning forward on the couch - "Do you know the worst thing about it? The Doctor sent me away. To another universe I visited when I was younger. He died, and I lived, when I had no right to do so. I changed again - I became a human baby. I got to live an entire human lifetime. I married a great man, I had kids and grandkids, I was happy. How in the hell was that justice? After all I did? I changed there, again, and got this blond hair and skinny ass. I helped some people save that universe. I was mostly their chauffeur and tech support. We fought and yelled at each other. But, God, I miss them. This planet is home, but so was that one. Any my babies. I was even religious, catholic! They're all grown up and are safe, but they're my human children. I don't grow old, I *regenerate*. I already buried my husband! If I stayed, I would have drawn my enemies to them. I had to go. I had to go." Now she's openly sobbing.
"When...When I was bad, I asked Ru Zheng for help. I was desperate. The Master had fled. We were hemmed in on all the chronal fronts. Millions were dying every second. The Skaro Degradations, the Nightmare Child, The horrors of the Deathsmiths of Goth, The Horde of Travesties, the Could Have Been King with his army of meanwhiles and never weres. The war turned into hell. And... he was right! He was right. Oh god, he was right."
She stands up, and walks back to the control panel. "So, for some reason which escapes *my* understanding, I'm here. There is so much blood on both of my hands. I can never clean it off, I can never make it all right. But before I go, I can try to make it so that something like the Time War doesn't happen again. I mean, I can't stop people from being stupid or scared, but if I can show people that they can be smarter than the Daleks or my people were... maybe things can be just a little better. I would have used The Rod on *myself*, but the Doctor told me to protect this beautiful little planet. He loved you all *so much*."
"So. Well." She grabs some Kleenex. HONK. "I suppose that you'll all want to be dropped off. I was hoping this wouldn't come up, for a little while."