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A Girl Named After A Flower (Dr. Who)- Pt. 2

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The Girl Named Calla

Doctor’s POV

    I was only tracking something that I was told was from Gallifrey. I didn’t expect to meet another Time Lord and not one so young she’s basically a hatchling in our terms not even a few hundred years old. The only reason I can tell is by the necklace around her neck and a small glint her her braclet. I had only gotten close though cause I saw a young woman faint in the road after ridding herself of a weeping angel. When I got close to her and the locket opened I saw her rejuvenate. It’s amazing seeing it happen with someone else. Though at first it’s sometimes like we lose a large part of who we are. We never seem to recognize who we become and soon we forget what we could have originally looked like. Though it’s easy after awhile it’s almost like a second nature to you.

    When she wakes up and opens her eyes she has heterochromia eyes. One is blue while the other is green. Her face looks delicate, but I can still tell that if I piss this girl off she might just kick my butt. When she wakes up and starts talking I simply keep an eye on how she reacts to her change. Truthfully it’s a lot calmer than others I’ve seen. At least she’s still around her human age here which I guess could be counted for around 20 or so. Her shoulder length brown hair is rather simple compared to her curly hair though I think she had styled it that way. Her looks are something around a Scandinavian… what’s the world humans use for this again… oh… model.

    As she explains everything too me I guess I have no use, but too stop off at Torchwood.

    “Calla, we’re going to stop off too see a friend of mine. I have a few questions that I need to ask him.

    “So Doctor will you tell me where we’re going?”

    “Too see some old friends of mine,” I pull some levers hoping that he’ll still be in Cardiff.

    As I wait a small bit I turn the Tardis off and go to the front doors, “like too see what happened.”

    She nods her head and I open the door and the first words from her mouth are, “Are we in Cardiff? Why are we in Cardiff? Do you have any idea how much I hate Cardiff?”

    “There’s a friend that I’d like you too meet and he’s here in Cardiff. At least I hope he’s still in Wales.”

    I watch as she leaves the Tardis and she simply says, “I thought that it’d be like this, but a police box really that’s pretty stupid. Someone hasn’t noticed…” she stops talking for a bit as she laughs, “people have noticed you rather easily just when they are looking for the oddity. You’re not invisible especially looking like you do.”

    “What?”

    I look down at the open black suit jacket, white plain t shirt, my black pants, and shoes, “What’s wrong with a man dressing himself?”

    “Well you do clean up nicely, but you look like a hipster douche. Let’s meet your messed up friend.

    I sigh glad the subject has been changed, “Well yes in a way, but why say that are you hinting at something about me.”

    “You have had a very sad life filled with hopes and wonders, but at the same time you find enjoyment in other people’s nightmares.”

    I looked at her shocked though there is a hint of truth too her words. Though I have more fun filling people with hope and happy memories.

    “Are you kidding me? You’ve never thought of that? You must admit it’s true while other people cower in fear you’re jumping in joy when you have something new too figure out. It all seems like a game too you. In truth none of what really is happening matters except as long as you have fun.”

    I feel once again shock go through me along with anger and then acceptance.

    She looks at me as she sighs looking around, “I’m not too excited too see Cardiff I do have to say it’s nice seeing something a bit new. Though while we’re here can we make a pit stop.”

    “Sure… Though why?”

    “Too see an old friend of my own.”

    “Though I’m not excited too see Cardiff I have too say it’s nice seeing something a bit new.”

    I sigh as we walk around this stupid city.

    “If we’re here to see your friend where the hell is he?”

    “Late as usual though he’ll be in time for any kind of party.”

    I sigh in relief when I see my dark haired ‘American’ friend running over to us. Alongside him is a short dark haired woman by the name of , and a black gentlemen that’s probably some kind of government worker that needs some serious relaxation.

    “Ahh… Doctor, Where have you been?”

    “Here and there. Mostly just the usual.”

    Finally the woman notices me and she has a very Walsh accent, “Who is this?”

    “This is Calla… I believe it might work better if there’s somewhere we all can talk? There’s a favor I need to ask?”

    “Of course if you’ll just follow me. Did you lock up?” Harkness questions and it bothers me that he hasn’t hit on Calla yet.

    As I turn my back I hear Harkness speak to her, “hello there.”

    “Go away creep a zoid… We both know you’re not over the ones you’ve lost yet especially, Ianto.”

    Almost like a button was hit I watch as Jack’s face twists too something of pain and I can’t help but too feel bad for him.

    “You told her where to hit so it’ll hurt?”

    “Are you kidding me? Why would I do that? No, if you really like to know. Calla has a knack for picking up on things about people. At least that’s what I’ve learned in the last hour I’ve known her.”

    “An hour and you want me to bring her into Torchwood… Why?”

    “I’ll explain once we get there,” I whisper to him, “Focus on everything else it might help?”

    “Does it help you at all?”

    I look over at him as I shake my head, “It’d be much easier if it would, but right now I’m a whole lot older than you.”

    “Yeah and you bring in a very young and tasteful girl.”

    We make it into Torchwood and I let Jack show us too a meeting room as he asks, “What’s going on?”

    “I’m not sure, but this is Calla. Calla here is from Gallifrey, but it seems she’s missing her memories. I was hoping you’d still have some toys that might help her.”

    “You know most of which can kill her.”

    “It’s hard to kill a Time Lord ask all my ex wives.”

    “That can wait I’m pretty sure it’d only be troublesome.”

    “Hello, not that I like to sit back and watch, but I’m still in the room. It’s my choice and I’d like my memories back. I’d like to know who I am. If I have too I’ll go too another freaking dimension if it’ll help.”

    “You know of other dimensions?” Jack asks her.

    “Of course I do. I’ve been too them. I might look like an idiot with no clue, but I do have a lil bit of memories of who I was until… Ugh, why is everything so jumbled and fucked up.” She kicks the chair as she places her hand on the table, “Look I just want to know who I am. It might help me find a place in life. Though I’m a bit too far from what I’ve known too be home back in London.”

Calla’s POV

    I grew up in a military adopted family and that was the only life I knew until my father was killed during an alien attack on London when I was only with them for 2 and a half years. not long but long enough to fall in love with them. I had taken in different paths and views of everything that I may need in the future. I’m not a true soldier though I went through the training for a year, but I grew up knowing I was different and people like to pick fights with people like me.

    “... I might look like an idiot with no clue, but I do have a lil bit of memories of who I was until… Ugh, why is everything so jumbled and fucked up.” I kick a chair as I place my hand on the table, “Look I just want to know who I am. It might help me find a place in life. Though I’m a bit too far from what I’ve known too be home back in London.”

    “I thought there was a place you wanted to stop while here?” the Doctor asks me.

    “I do, but I’m too scared to face her again… not while I look so different. She won’t recognize me.”

    “That doesn’t mean that you can’t see how she’s doing.”

    I nod my head as I look out as I exit the room only too feel a hand on my wrist of the Walsh woman, “Do you need someone to help you around Cardiff?”

    I look at her and I want her to go away, but she’s right I have no idea where I'm going.

    “Yeah, where’s the hospital here?”

    “I’ll take you. Jack,” she calls out, “I’m gonna take Calla too where she wants I’ll be in for work later. Call me if you need me.”

    He nods and we walk off.


    As we make it too the hospital I’m faced with fear and doubt that I should even go.

    “Calla, what’s wrong?”

    I shake my head as I lean down as I look at her, “I’m not sure. I just want to see her, but I’m scared not after what I did too her.”

    The woman looks around and she leads me to the side too a small coffee shop, “Can you explain what you’re speaking of.”

    I look down at the table ashamed of myself, “It was a few years ago me and a few friends came to Cardiff cause my friend Kristy her cousin was hosting a party. We were so excited to go. Though our friend Cassie wasn’t so sure of it. She wanted to go home, but I pressured her to come with. Them something happened I don’t remember much just these weird looking things attacking everyone we got away safe and ended up on the roof and when it calmed down we decided that we wanted to finish the party. We pressured Cassie too drink  and things started to go wrong once again. Cassie wanted to talk too me away from everyone and I agreed. Cassie was a bit unstable after losing her parents in the fire and from what I learned these creatures are called Weevils did not help her what’s so ever. Though it gave her courage. She had decided to confess her feelings for me. Before I could answer her our friend jared had come up and started to pick a fight with her cause he liked her. He had heard she liked me so he thought if I was gone he could have her. We got in a struggle and Cassie tried to stop it, but it didn’t work out all that well and Cassie was pushed from the building. She’s been in a coma since then. She’s hurt cause of me and I never answered her confession. She was hurt and has been in a coma since we were 17. So it’s been 4 years since the incident.”

    “Look… Calla, I had helped during that time I’m surprised that you remember it that much.”

    “Look Missy, but it’s my fault fuck Jared he can go to hell for all I care. It’s my fault and I had just heard they’re talking of pulling the plug. I want to see her before they do so again.”

    “My name is Gwen you’d know it if you listened to us at all after we got to the office. Calla, let’s go see your friend I’ll call the hospital to see if they can hold off until you say your farewells. Also I’ll call Torchwood too see if we have anything too use too wake her up.”

“Thank you, Gwen,” I answer as I have tears in my eyes again.
Gwen's POV
This girl is an odd one, but she's a lot like the doctor she's so young. Calla must have a lot of pain coming for her in the future. 
This tory doesn't have a pairing and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it. This right now is just a one chapter thing
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