Vairë had asked her sister to float in the Vortex for a bit. She was beyond exhausted and both girls were missing Martha already. She’d gone to her old room, taken a long, hot shower, and changed back into her normal clothes. She felt better wearing her armor. Safer. And now it was time to have it out with her sister over the changes that were happening.
“No more evasions. No more side-stepping,” she told Maggie. “Tell me out plain, what is happening to me?”
It was me…I couldn’t bear to lose you.
“Alright. But what did you do to me?”
You were dying. After we left that alternate London, your heart stopped. Your body couldn’t take the abuse. So…I gave you some of my own life essence. And it’s changing you.
“What happened to Lazarus – will that happen to me?”
I honestly don’t know. I don’t think so, though.
“What am I becoming?”
You’re a hybrid, now. You’re half-human and…half-TARDIS. A new species. Unique.
“Will I keep changing? Or is my DNA stable?”
I don’t know. You were changing even before I stepped in. I don’t know what will happen to you. What you will become. What new abilities you’ll possess. What your lifespan will be. I don’t know.
“Why couldn’t you tell me this before?”
I was afraid.
“Afraid of what? That I will turn into a monster?”
No. Sister…what I did…it is forbidden. If the Doctor were to find out, he would…extinguish me. That’s why I’ve not taken you to him. That and the fact that I’m still mad at him. He left us both! For that tart! I had been his loyal companion for nearly one thousand years and he left me. He left you. Out of all his companions, you are my favorite. Out of all of them, you are his match. But he abandoned us.
“Yeah,” Vairë sighed. “And I don’t want you to die either. But…maybe we could get him to understand?”
I’d rather not risk it. I’m the last of my kind. You’re the first of yours.
“First of mine. Blimey, no pressure there, eh? I guess this means that I can’t have children with anyone. Unless I built a Loom thing.”
Actually…you’re genetically compatible with three species. Humans. TARDISes…and Time Lords.
“Ha,” Vairë laughed without mirth. “Compatible with Time Lords. There’s only one Time Lord left and he’s about as interested in me as an ant is interested in metaphysics.” Vairë sighed and ran her hands over her face. “You know, Maggie…there’s only one thing left to do. I can’t risk you being killed. Your death would kill me. So, we’re going to take a page from the Doctor’s book.”
What do you mean?
“We’re going to run.” Vairë stood up and placed her hands on the console. She opened her mouth and began to sing. Together, the two girls sang and danced their way through the Vortex and on to adventure. On to life.