And Then There Was One - and George (open)
She spent too much time alone. She knew this, both intellectually and as an awareness in her gut. The knowledge didn't inspire her to make any changes though, she was used to a mostly solitary life, having spent most of her life in some form of prison or another.
Still the solitude wasn't good for her, so she forced herself out, sitting at a table at the cafe to sip her tea.
She worried at her lower lip, reading through a familiar (well worn) blue journal. The longer she let this go, the longer she was on her own, the more she worried that some day, something was going to trigger her and she'd go back to being a psychopath with a single, obsessive, goal.
She was smart enough to know that if that happened, and she was still in the village, nothing good would come of it. The kitten (she insisted on calling him George, even if he thought his name was Spike) helped. She'd spent enough time with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism that in a way George reminded her of that time. The time when she'd begun to feel like... herself finally. Not simply a tool. Not playing a part to get her closer to the Doctor.
But even her particularly ginger, and snarky, new feline companion stopped her from worrying. So she decided to do something about it and took out a pen to write, filling in pages at the back of her journal with detailed instructions on what to do if she ever needed a little recalibration and there wasn't a TARDIS, a Doctor or her mother nearby.
Still the solitude wasn't good for her, so she forced herself out, sitting at a table at the cafe to sip her tea.
She worried at her lower lip, reading through a familiar (well worn) blue journal. The longer she let this go, the longer she was on her own, the more she worried that some day, something was going to trigger her and she'd go back to being a psychopath with a single, obsessive, goal.
She was smart enough to know that if that happened, and she was still in the village, nothing good would come of it. The kitten (she insisted on calling him George, even if he thought his name was Spike) helped. She'd spent enough time with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism that in a way George reminded her of that time. The time when she'd begun to feel like... herself finally. Not simply a tool. Not playing a part to get her closer to the Doctor.
But even her particularly ginger, and snarky, new feline companion stopped her from worrying. So she decided to do something about it and took out a pen to write, filling in pages at the back of her journal with detailed instructions on what to do if she ever needed a little recalibration and there wasn't a TARDIS, a Doctor or her mother nearby.