The Doctor’s green eyes were large as his four and a half inch tall companion stepped willingly onto his upturned palm. For the first time since he’d regenerated.
“Wow,” he breathed, a fascinated grin slowly blooming across his face.
Zepheera’s feet shifted awkwardly under his gaze, and the feeling of her changing weight made his smile widen. “’Wow’ what? Not like this is the first time we’ve done this.”
“Well, technically, it is for me,” he pointed out. “It’s all new for these hands.”
As if to emphasize, he stretched and wiggled his fingers, experimenting with how it felt with a person in his hand and how that person was affected. Zepheera felt the muscles shift beneath her, and she lifted her arms to keep balance. Before she could shoot him a scolding look, he began to revolve around his own hand, supposedly another experiment. Zepheera sat down hard to keep from being thrown off.
“Whoa,” he uttered, some of that fascination turning to concern as he slowed to a stop. “Sorry,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Carried away again. You alright?”
Zepheera nodded, swallowing down a dizzy groan as she leaned back against the Doctor’s curled fingers. “Just…don’t do that again. I just might be sick.”
“Ah! There we are, finally stopped smoking!” the Doctor grinned. “Now to five minutes!” He darted to the other side of the console, gingerly working the hot controls.
“Doctor, wait a minute!” interjected the borrower on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at her voice, and again when she hopped down from his shoulder onto the warm console to face him. Ever since he had regenerated, everything happened so fast. From hanging out of a crashing TARDIS to nearly drowning in the library’s swimming pool, nothing made sense and Zepheera was reaching her limit.
“Wait? We can’t wait! We’ve got to get back to Amelia!” the Doctor protested.
“It’s a time machine, you can afford to wait one minute and bloody listen to me for once!”
The Doctor blinked, backing up a few steps and crossing his arms. The way he used to before he changed. “What’s wrong? Why are you being so grumpy?”
Zepheera sighed, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t mean to be, it’s just…you’re so different. And I-I know it’s still you. But everything you do is different. It’s-It’s like we’ve hit reset or something, except you’ve got the energy of a ten-year-old hopped up on too much ice cream. It’s like you keep…”
It’s like you keep forgetting about me…
With a frown, the Doctor broke eye contact with Zepheera to study his raggedy shoes. He couldn’t deny that he’d been distracted at best. “I know it’s gonna be hard,” he said at length. “Brand-new me, brand-new behavior, I can’t always help myself.” Those hazel-greens flicked back up to meet her deep violet gaze. “But I promise you that I will get better, if you’ll be willing to help me.”
Zepheera searched his face and found nothing but the truth. After a moment, she nodded.
“Okay,” she said quietly, shifting her feet. “And, er, thanks again. For saving me from the inexplicable pool.”
“You’re still grumpy!” the Doctor pouted.
“I’m not!” Zepheera insisted. “I just…need to get used to you like this, that’s all.”
A small, knowing grin tugged at the Doctor’s lips. “Okay…In the meantime, I am determined to make you smile.” He waggled his thin eyebrows at her and gesticulated wildly, pointing and shooting a finger gun at the borrower on his console.
Zepheera scoffed to cover up the chuckle fighting to escape her, just as the console began to smoke beneath her feet again.
“Alrighty, I think it’s time to go back and save that little Scottish girl of yours”
The faceclaim for the borrower Tow’er Furnace, featured in the BTaS story ‘Lost Things Being Found’, is Rupert Graves of BBC Sherlock fame. I couldn’t stop picturing Lestrade in a borrower getup as I was writing, and his character personally makes me smile. He’s an absolute sweetheart.
As you may have guessed, the next several Zepheera-Visions are going to feature the Eleventh Doctor!
This will run for the rest of May and all of June! That’s seven Zepheera-Visions! As for July…spoilers! 😉
As a reminder, ZV’s are not considered official ‘Borrowed Time and Space’ canon, just some fun moments and interactions that you wouldn’t see in the actual story, and these are no exception. Of course Ten will come back eventually. I love him too much to kick him out for long x3
Feel free to send in story prompts or questions for or about Zepheera and this version of the Doctor!
The power of the Doctor’s regeneration knocked Zepheera over, her back hitting the console hard. The heat was incredibly intense, and she scrambled away before she could be too badly burnt. Then the console beneath her sparked forcefully, throwing Zepheera off completely. She landed on the catwalk floor, all the air shoved out of her lungs from the blow.
Her eyes darted around anxiously as she caught her breath. Everything was on fire. Hot, molten sparks poured from the ceiling, tongues of flame erupted from the floor. A particularly large burst of fire destroyed the integrity of one of the coral supports surrounding the console and, with its connections to both the ceiling and the floor gone, it began to tip inward.
Right toward Zepheera.
Her wits snapped into place at the sight of the massive falling structure, and she shot to her feet and darted toward the underside of the console. The controls themselves would act as a (woefully shallow) awning to hopefully protect her from being crushed, but just in case she ran along the bottom edge in an attempt to get as far away from the danger as possible.
The support crashed into the floor loudly, the actual impact landing far from Zepheera. But it immediately crumbled into pieces, which tumbled next to the console. The tremors caused by the fragments cost Zepheera her balance once again, only this time she was able to catch herself before her face could smash into the harsh metal. Opting to not risk another fall, Zepheera crawled away from the debris.
A voice broke through the rumbling chaos, a scream coming from the Doctor’s direction. Zepheera looked up to find that she was behind the Time Lord, so close that she had to flip onto her back just to make out his head. She watched as his hair suddenly became longer and the scream gave way into an entirely new man’s voice. The regeneration energy dissipated and he went quiet.
But the TARDIS was still falling apart, and a loud crash prompted the Doctor to turn around. Whether it was because he was not used to his new body or if it was simply in his nature to be out-of-balance now, he stumbled around from the momentum of the simple action. Zepheera hadn’t even had time to register what he looked like now, because her focus was entirely on those aimless feet that were a little too close for her liking. Don’t step on me don’t step on me please don’t, she thought frantically as she backed away from him.
“Legs!” the new voice cried as one of the feet lifted into the air. “I’ve still got legs!” She looked up to find the Doctor grasping his knee and kissing it gratefully. “Good!” He let his leg fall back into place.
“Doctor!” Zepheera called up, but he was preoccupied. His gaze wandered about his body, checking to make sure everything was in order, all with wide and curious eyes.
“Arms!” he exclaimed. “Hands! Ooh, fingers! Lots of fingers!” He wiggled them in front of his face, further distracting him from the borrower trying to get his attention.
Looking around, Zepheera found that one of her ladders to the console had somehow survived the destruction mostly unscathed; it was missing a few rungs and was slightly singed, but Zepheera had climbed worse. She hurried over and ascended the ladder as fast as she could while the Doctor carried on: “Ears: yes. Eyes: two. Nose…mm, I’ve had worse. Chin…blimey! Hair…I’m a girl!”
Zepheera automatically rolled her eyes at the notion that longer hair indicated he was female, but as she pulled herself up onto the console he found his Adam’s apple and decided that he was not a girl. Before she could start to wave her arms or call his name again, he turned away to inspect his hair closer, pulling it in front of his eyes to the best of his ability.
“And still not ginger!”
“Doctor!” Zepheera shouted, but it seemed that he was consumed in his own thoughts.
“There’s something else,” he realized, turning to look around without focus. “Something important, I’m…I’m, I’m–”
“DOC–!” An enormous BANG cut Zepheera short and threw her as well as the Time Lord off-balance. The Doctor caught himself on the console right next to Zepheera, laughing ecstatically.
“Crashing!”
Losing patience, Zepheera jumped to her feet and yelled, “Would you look at me, you giant idiot?!”
That finally drew the Doctor’s wide, now-hazel eyes toward her. He looked at her for a drawn-out moment before his already massive grin grew.
“Zepheera!” he exclaimed, pulling himself along the console until his brand-new face was inches from where she stood. It was all she could do to hold her ground at the enormous man’s approach. “Oh, look at you! I hardly recognized you, you look so different! But the same! Or maybe that’s just my eyes, same but different!”
Another crash cut his ramble short, and Zepheera wavered in the tremors. Suddenly her feet were pushed out from under her and she landed on something soft, warm, and rising in the air. The Doctor had scooped her up and lifted her to his shoulder. Before she could scold him for not warning her, he was circling the console toward the monitor and she needed to hang on tight.
Same old suit, she thought absently as she gripped the familiar fabric with white knuckles, then looked up at the Doctor’s profile. Brand new man.
The Doctor was whooping enthusiastically, all the rumbles and the image of the planet spiraling on the screen exciting him even more. The TARDIS was falling to Earth, and the Doctor couldn’t be happier.
“GERONIMOOOO!” bellowed the Doctor.
On top of trying not to panic, Zepheera made a mental note to retrain the Doctor’s volume control.
Zepheera waited patiently for the Doctor to return to the TARDIS. This was his last stop, his last chance to see Rose Tyler, so it was understandable that he would be taking his time. But as the minutes dragged on, she began to wander the console aimlessly, wondering if something had happened to him.
A voice came to her head, giving her pause. They were singing in Latin. She had no idea where the song was coming from, but somehow she knew every word as they came, and who it was all for.
She didn’t realize she’d been singing along until the doors of the TARDIS opened and closed heavily, and she held her tongue. The Doctor leaned wearily on the doors. After a breath or two, he made his way up the slight incline to the main platform of the room, relying on the short railing. This alone sent an icy pang of worry through Zepheera’s stomach.
The way he moved, even in an action as simple as shedding his coat and tossing it onto its typical support, made it clear to her that everything hurt. He hesitated, lifting his right hand to eye level. Regeneration energy flowed from it as he turned his wrist, watching golden streaks dance around his fingers. After a moment he curled the hand into a loose fist and let it hang by his side, turning to the console to lock eyes with his four and a half inch tall companion.
It wouldn’t be long now, and they both knew it.
“So…What happens now?” The borrower knew well enough by now the technical details of regeneration, but she wasn’t sure if she should say something meaningful or sing that song that was still going in the back of her head. She didn’t know if a goodbye was in order since he’d still be the Doctor at the end of the day, just a little different.
The Doctor made his way laboriously around the console, passing Zepheera by entirely. “Now…I’m taking you home,” he said steadily.
Zepheera followed him, frowning in confusion. Disregarding the fact that she didn’t have a home outside the TARDIS, she went straight for the important question.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?”
This stopped him in his tracks and he sighed deeply, lowering his gaze to the floor. “No, Zepheera, it’s not like that.”
“Then why can’t I stay?” she demanded.
“Because it’s not safe!” he snapped. He paused to catch his breath from the short outburst, then lowered himself to a kneel with evident effort. Then his brown eyes met her small deep violets. “I can feel it, Zepheera. I dunno how, but this one’s gonna be violent, I just know it. For all I know, I could destroy everything, and…I don’t want to risk you.”
Zepheera considered his words, never breaking eye contact. After a deep breath, she crossed her arms and planted her feet on the uneven surface of the console.
“I’ll be careful then,” she asserted. “You shouldn’t be alone for this. I always told you I’d be here for you, no matter what. That I’d never be afraid of you. I don’t care if you change your face, Doctor, I’m keeping that bloody promise.”
Even so, the Doctor looked conflicted, and his gaze wandered indecisively.
In the silence between them, Zepheera noticed the song in her head gaining momentum. Deciding it couldn’t hurt, she joined in with the chorus once again.
“Vale decem…”
The Doctor’s attention snapped back to the borrower. “You hear it, too,” he realized.
In answer, Zepheera smiled sadly as she sang. The words, though foreign to her, were a perfect representation of her feelings. It was a farewell, but also a comfort. The Doctor returned the smile and pushed himself to his feet. Clearly her mind would not be changed. And honestly, she was right. He needed the company.
Nunquam singularis…
He pulled the lever to send the TARDIS flying into orbit above the Earth. That gorgeous noise filled the air alongside the sound of the universe singing the Doctor to his sleep.
Nunquam…
He glanced down to find tears streaming down his small friend’s face, reaching a gentle hand to wipe them away. Zepheera, still singing, trembled at this contact, and before he could pull his finger away she grabbed hold of it, pulling it into a tight embrace.
Dum spiro fido…
It was only when his hand began to glow again that he pulled it away from her grasp. He ruffled her hair with a finger like he always used to, but without the usual humor, and walked to the other side of the console to separate himself from her. Zepheera just barely refrained from following, heeding his earlier warning, but as the chorus in her mind repeated vale over and over, she circled the other way to see his face one last time before it disappeared.
His breaths were shallow and his eyes were shining. “I don’t wanna go,” he declared, a small tremble in his voice. Regeneration energy surrounded his face and flowed from his hands with ever-growing intensity.
The song was over.
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Full Name: Just Zepheera. Gender and Sexuality: Female, demisexual and biromantic Pronouns: She/her/hers Ethnicity/Species: Biracial / borrower Birthplace and Birthdate: London, England; February 8th, 1927. Guilty Pleasures: Dancing and Noel Coward Phobias: Cats. Bad experiences… What They Would Be Famous For: Probably her longevity and how much she can accomplish with her long life. What They Would Get Arrested For: Idk how she’d ever get arrested, but I’d say probably for alleged thievery or civil disobedience. OC You Ship Them With: His name’s Orrick, another borrower of course. He’s adorable. If only I could just let them be happy ;^; OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I don’t think I have one yet. >.> Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fantasy Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Romance and horror. Talents and/or Powers: She’s a great borrower, a master at hiding, sneaking, and general intrusion and espionage / Healing factor and augmented lifespan. Why Someone Might Love Them: She is caring and passionate, with an occasionally motherly personality. Why Someone Might Hate Them: She can be pretty closed off about herself to strangers, so I suppose that could come off as cold. How They Change: She learns that she doesn’t have to settle. She can make her own destiny and live the life she wants. Why You Love Them: She is my smol child, and yet I want to grow up to be her x3
I am absolutely open to prompts, as well as asks for either myself or the characters I write! One of these days I’ll get around to putting together official posts to clear things up.
As for Zepheera and Eleven…All I’ll say is fear not, Anon. Plans are being made…
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