As Leela ran, she looked behind her and saw a darting shape, gathering speed and pulling closer. The branches would not hold him up for long. Soon, she would be caught ( Read more... )

( Warriors do not collect objects. They collect memories. )

The coordinator of the CIA was not having a very good day. He’d been impeached, arrested, released after some excellent political manoeuvring, reinstated, kidnapped, imprisoned and was now sitting in a dark cell with the Presidential bodyguard in his lap.

Wait, what?

( “Leela!” he exclaimed, “What on Gallifrey ..? What are you doing?” )

“I don’t like being followed ( Read more... )

“I still do not understand why you need an assistantLeela was standing by the TARDIS console with her hands on her hips and the Doctor’s valiant attempts to ignore her were falling short. His companion was annoyed and confused and part of her still wished she’d chosen to stay on Gallifrey with Andred. It probably wasn’t the best time to aggravate ( Read more... )

Romana led the way and Leela fell automatically into step behind her, as if that had always been her place. She wasn’t sure where they were going, only that it was somewhere deep within the Citadel. A place she had never been permitted to go before ( Read more... )

Leela sat on the floor of the console room with her legs crossed beneath her, observing the chessboard with a very serious expression on her face. The game in progress was distinctly one sided, with a marked difference in the number of white and black pieces, and this was doing little to improve Leela’s mood.

( She reached out to move her rook forward and aggressively attack her opponent’s knight, but, before she reached it, he caught her wrist and guided her hand away. )

It was remarkable how much hate Leela of the Sevateem could convey with a single, sweeping movement. Her limbs, usually so loose and graceful, tensed with rage, and even Andred - who loved her more than he’d ever thought possible - wondered whether or not he should back away ( Read more... )