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Bill Potts in “World Enough and Time” || Doctor Who, 10x11

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I know poetry and science is a weird combo and all but like isn’t there an inherent poetry to the universe? Doesn’t it kinda make sense that Lucretius uses a form of high art to paint a picture of creation which is in itself so wondrous that humans can only see it as an art form? And is not art itself humanity’s way of trying to capture and respond to the marvel of the the natural world? When we talk of the poetry of nature, do we not really mean the nature of poetry?

This has been languishing in Edit Hell and for that I am sorry.

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Now that he is facing the possibility of going back to the way things were, Basil hatches a plan [3112 words; a HTTYD!Whouffaldi AU]

Basil avoided going out for the better part of the next week, staying in the house and refusing to even leave his bedroom. Clara promised to not tell why he was sequestering himself for the time being, though she took a chance and had Bill be the one to bring her father his meals while he was doing his best impression of an ill hermit. The young woman would take a tray up, knock on the door, then leave—it would be cleared when she went to check an hour later, and then the cycle would start over again.

Bill, however—as her stepmother correctly guessed—was not the sort of person who was liable to keep going without question for long, and on the fifth day of her father moping, she brought the tray directly into the bedroom.

“Feeling better?” she asked. She saw that he was hiding under the blanket, avoiding her. “You can’t be that sick, are you? Should we go fetch one of the physicians in the Great Hall?”

“Go away,” he grumbled.

“Well, you don’t sound sick,” she replied. She put down the tray and tugged the blanket from her father’s upper half, causing him to curl up at the chill in the air. “You don’t look sick either.”

“Leave me alone, young lady,” he ordered. Ha—fat chance.

“Clara!” Bill shouted over her shoulder. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with Dad?”

“Uilleam, don’t you dare!” Basil threatened. He stumbled out of bed, falling on the floor and crashing into the wall as he got up again, reaching for his daughter with hands that grasped in not quite the right spots to get a good hold. “Don’t you dare tell anyone!”

“Tell anyone what…?” She looked Basil in the eyes and saw that he gaze was—although forwards—was not entirely meeting with hers. “Are… are you blind again…?

“He is,” Clara responded. She stepped into the room, having just come from putting Aodh down for a nap, and frowned. “Basil, you really just need to give it up.”

“I can’t let people know that my vision’s gone again,” he said. “How quick do you think they will brand me a liar?”

“Despite the fact that the number one rule that ‘the Doctor lies’ is only partly sarcastic… not as quickly as you’d think,” Clara replied. She looked at her stepdaughter and the expression of confusion on her face. “Yes…?”

“What do you mean it’s gone?” Bill asked, scrunching her nose. “He just fixed it.” She waited until her father was sitting back down on his bed before putting the tray in his lap, guiding his hands from his sides to the meal before him. “It went back to normal after healing the dragons, so what’s healed is healed, right…?”

“Whatever it was that made it click back into place must have gone away with sleep after he had last healed a dragon,” Clara mused. “I’m sure it’s like taking a nap to get rid of a headache, except we didn’t want to get rid of this.”

“Do you think that it could still come back again?”

“Who knows?” Basil admitted. He sipped at his drink and frowned sadly. “It could have only happened that once because it was something I was originally born with, or maybe it wasn’t even supposed to happen at all.”

“You got it back, for just a little bit, and that’s what counts,” Bill said. She pulled her father close and gave him a hug, which he awkwardly leaned into. “We’re here, Dad, and I’m just glad for that. Now stop pretending you’re helpless and practice doing things again before we let you out into the rest of Berk. Those kids at the school are bound to be trip-hazards.”

“Yeah…” he reluctantly agreed. He reached up and held his daughter’s face, leaving a kiss on her forehead. There was a million things he’d rather do instead of practicing daily tasks without his sight again, but now… well… he had no choice.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

After a long afternoon of practicing, as well as heading to dinner in the Great Hall, Basil remained despondent. While Aodh seemed to take the news in the nonchalant stride typical of small children, the rest of Berk seemed curious and it irritated him. Their questions, though concerned and inquisitive and genuine, grated on him enough to the point he left immediately after dinner, with Clara walking alongside him as he tried to count his steps back again, making it with only one turn-around. He tried to retreat to the bedroom alone once in the house, though his wife had nothing of it, using the short window of privacy they had to remind him that he was no different to her.

Eventually, Bill came home with Aodh and it was time for the family to all ready for bed. Clara acted as though nothing was amiss—as it had not been even long before the trip to Bill’s former den that upended everything—and they went about their routine as normal. She read aloud to her son as her stepdaughter volunteered herself to put together evening tea and her husband shuffled about in an effort to find errant toys to pick up. Insisting that it was the perfect family evening, Clara made it clear that there was nothing that was going to change her mind in that regard.

Eventually, the tea was had and the story was finished, which meant bedtime for everyone that night. Bill helped Clara wrangle a particularly defiant Aodh, while Basil sourly retreated to his room. He undressed and laid there—room already dark—and waited silently. It felt like hours, days, months, and years before Clara padded into their bedroom and joined him under the blankets, cuddling into his side supportively.

“Good night,” she murmured.

“Night.”

More time passed; he laid there, eyes open despite knowing the night hid most of the details of his bedroom and the world to those with sight. Lifting his right arm, he splayed his palm towards the ceiling, as though he was looking at the back of his hand.

‘There has to be something,’ he thought. ‘I wonder how many dragons have to be sick for it to be permanent… how many times do I have to heal others to be able to heal myself…’ He felt Clara shift next to him and she held his torso as she slept, clinging to him for once instead of the other way around. ‘Willallour children be grown when I can finally see them without a dragon suffering first? How long will I have with them after that…?

Basil allowed his mind to wander, remembering clearly Clara’s face, Aodh’s face, Bill’s face… gods, Bill was a haunting reminder of her mother—though with some added height from him, thank goodness—and he wanted to see the child he genuinely missed out on raising. He didn’t want her to be alone for as long as he could help it, and if he could see…

…that was it!

Was it an extreme long-shot? Of course it was. Then again, he was used to low odds, wasn’t he? The odds of him surviving his sister attempting to kill him twice had been low. Surviving on his own, with only Idris for company? Lower. Hitting a skua that brought him to his second chance? His eldest child living and surviving and finding him again after so long…? It had been a very, very, very small chance, and yet he was on the winning sides of all those odds. That is what he was though, wasn’t he? A wild, lone dragon, plan and simple. He would have to wait to put his plan into action, though if he recalled correctly, it wouldn’t be a long wait.

The only thing he did know, however, was that this was something he had to do alone. There was no way that Clara could come along, despite the fact she was going to insist the moment he told her of the plan. He had to be discreet about it… had to make sure that there was no way for her to possibly follow… though he was still going to figure out who to take along that would sufficiently ground her in Berk. There was Danny, as much as he disliked relying on him to help him look for things normally, and running off with his young son in-tow would be more like asking her to find him than anything…

…that only left one other person he could possibly trust with such a thing, and what right did he have to ask such a thing of her? Dare he bring back his daughter to the place that ruined their lives, that broke their family apart, that caused them to believe one another dead for well over a decade? Would the  intense risks involved to her be worth the reward, or would their mending relationship have a whole new wound open and risk it bleeding out?

He had no choice, Basil decided.

All he could really do was hope that she would forgive him.

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A few nights later, after much debating with himself and cautiously prepping while his wife and daughter were teaching at school, Basil decided that he was going to put his plan into action. In the middle of the night, he gently slipped out of Clara’s grasp once he heard and felt her fall asleep. It was simple work to find his clothes, pull them on, and carry his boots under his arm so that he made minimal noise as he counted the steps he took down the corridor. Softly entering his daughter’s room, he found Bill in her bed and gently shook her shoulder, waking her up.

“Wha…?!”

“Hush; come with me,” he whispered. He knew the look on her face, even if he couldn’t see it, and walked out, trusting that she would follow. As he went out the room and down the stairs, he could hear her footfalls close behind—perfect.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Bill yawned. “What are you waking me up for?”

“We need to go,” he said. Basil went to where he had hid his knapsack and began to gather up remaining supplies from where they normally sat.

“I just got here,” she replied, insulted. “I can’t leave after I just got here… after I just found you again…”

“We’re going together. Idris, come here.” He snapped his fingers and the dragon in the corner woke up, completely alert.

“This… this isn’t like you,” she said. “We have a whole family again… why are we going?”

“You’ll find out; now come on, I need you and Pilot,” he said. “We have to move quickly.”

“Why? What’s going on?” She watched him stuff some things in his bag and fumble around for others. “Dad… what’s going on…? Answer me.”

“I told you: we need to move.”

“Are you and Clara… fighting…?”

“No, it’s just…” He paused when she placed her hand on his, stopping him momentarily. Exhaling heavily, he closed his eyes as he attempted to keep his composure. “I need you to listen to me. We have to go before it’s too late.”

“…and leave Clara? Aodh? Idris? Berk?”

“We’re taking Idris, and we’re coming back.”

“Should I write a note or…?”

“No need—we should be back soon.”

“I’m still writing a note; what the hell is it that we’re rushing off to do in the middle of the night?”

Basil stopped and considered that. How much of his plan should he divulge? He calculated the risks and nodded slightly.

“Then tell her I know how to get my sight back now,” he said. “We might not be back for a bit, but she shouldn’t worry.”

“Dad, where are we going?”

He did not answer.

Dad!” she snapped, trying not to shout. She grabbed his upper arm, stopping him from moving away. “Where are we going?! Tell me!”

“Back,” he replied simply.

“…back where…?”

“Gallifrey,” he said, “the long way around.” Bill let go of his arm and he heard her take a step back.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I most certainly am,” he replied. He imagined the expression on her face, horrified and disgusted as her mother’s would have been, and it made his heart sink. “As much as I enjoy the thought of the place, it’s the only way.”

“After all that happened there…?”

“Yes.”

Bill exhaled heavily, the tone being the one that she had whenever she’d known he or Mels had been right. “I’ll meet you by the cliff at the edge of the wood.”

“Knew you’d see it my way.” He grinned, despite the fact he knew she was doing nothing of the sort.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re insane,” she mentioned. “Now go before I change my mind.”

Basil finished putting Idris’s saddle on her and secured the packs to it before letting her outside. He climbed onto the saddle and secured himself into the tack before snapping the reins. The dragon grumbled before spreading her wings and taking off, climbing high into the air before gliding down to the agreed-upon meetup spot. They waited patiently, with Bill and Pilot landing next to them about ten minutes later.

“Ready…?” she asked. “I don’t even know how you plan on getting there.”

“Your old dad still has a few tricks,” he chuckled. He exhaled heavily and cleared his mind, feeling power begin to flow from his fingertips. Dragging his pointer finger over the back of Idris’s head, he drew a circular glyph, knowing that it was the same soft, glowing gold from when he healed the dragons from Bill’s den, though with none of the healing factor from before.

“What are you…?!”

“Bringing her back to her hatching grounds; now fly, Idris! To the beginning!”

The dragon roared and took off, leaving Bill and Pilot to hurriedly catch up.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The sun was warm as Clara felt it shine down upon her face in the early morning glow. She opened her eyes and found that at some point earlier, Basil had left and Aodh crawled into the space left behind. Ruffling the boy’s hair to wake him, she watched as he sleepily opened his eyes and stared at her.

“Hey, did you see Dad?” she asked.

“No… and Bill’s gone too,” Aodh murmured. He scooted closer to his mother and cuddled against her for warmth. “Did they go flying without me?”

“I think they’re allowed a morning fly by themselves,” Clara chuckled. “You know they have a lot to catch up on. They didn’t see each other for a long time.”

“Oh…” the boy nodded. He paused, groggily calculating his next move. “I’m hungry.”

“Then let’s get dressed and head on down to the Great Hall—I’m sure we’ll meet Dad and Bill there,” she replied. Aodh squeaked and rolled off the bed before shuffling out of the room and down towards the nursery, leaving Clara to dress by herself. Once out of her nightdress and into day clothes, she found her son flopped unceremoniously atop his blankets, which made her scrunch her nose and try wrangling him in an effort to get the child to eat breakfast in time for them to head over to the school. She was so concentrated on getting him to move that she almost did not see the piece of paper on the sitting room table before they left.

It was a note.

“Oh, hold on, let me see what Bill has to say,” Clara said, halting the morning proceedings. Aodh climbed up into a chair and curled up with a cushion and a hatchling that had gotten in overnight, cuddling with the warm dragon while his mother read the paper. The handwriting was shaky and unpracticed, but what time had her stepdaughter been able to afford towards her penmanship?

Clara,

Dad and I are taking Idris and Pilot on a long trip. I don’t know when we’ll be back. I don’t want to go and leave you, but Dad is giving me no choice. He wants to fix his eyes so he can see you and to do that he thinks we need to go back to Gallifrey.

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the note. Gallifrey. Basil and Bill’s ancestral home. The place where Velda went mad and tried to kill her entire family. They were going there…?

I will try to get him to turn back,’ the letter continued. ‘Please don’t try to follow us. Even the best navigators canget lost trying to find this place. Tell Aodh we’re looking for a special dragon egg, so he can ride a dragon like Idris and Pilot one day. I think the excitement over possibly getting his own dragon will keep any tougher questions from needing to be answered. In fact, you can tell that to anyone who asks, if you want.

It’s too soon to lose my dad again. I will bring him home. You can count on that.

Bill

It was all Clara could do to sit down on a chair instead of sinking directly down to the floor. She dropped the note as she did, her mind too occupied to be concerned with holding onto a piece of paper.

Gallifrey.

They had left for Gallifrey.

“Mum? What’s wrong?” Clara snapped back to see that Aodh was now standing next to her, the dragon hatchling sitting atop his head as he stared up at her. “You look scared.”

“Of course I do,” she smiled gently. “Dad and Bill have left to go find dragon eggs without telling me first. I wanted to go along to help Dad, but now he’s taken off without me.”

“Oh! Egg hunting! What kind of eggs?!” The boy’s eyes inflated as he bought the lie; the Number One Rule was that the Doctor lies, and he had yet to learn it.

“They want to see if they can find you a dragon like Idris and Pilot,” she said, scooping her son up and carrying him towards the door. She put him down once they got outside and pointed towards the horizon. “Now they’re somewhere out there, and I wouldn’t even begin to know where to look.”

“I guess that means we’re stuck here,” Aodh nodded. He then looked up at his mother with a toothy grin. “Should we tell Uncle Danny? He gets worried about Dad sometimes.”

“Yes, I think we should,” Clara agreed. “Uncle Danny needs to know about this. Let’s go tell him right now, before breakfast. He will be very interested.”

The following chapter contains modern Scots Gaelic as a sort of culturally-appropriate “other” sort of language, which I’ve been learning via an app. Some of it I’ve been able to write myself, but other bits I’ve had to run through a translator, so if there’s anyone with more fluency who want to correct my vocab/grammar, please feel free.

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Basil meant for his peoples’ secrets to die with him. Now all that threatens to burn up in flames as he brings his daughter to the last place either of them want to go. [2746 words; a HTTYD!Whouffaldi AU]

The flight took what felt like both ages and nothing at all.

Basil’s skin prickled as they flew close to the island, with Idris flying true as she could back to the den of her hatchling years. His face began to shift into a constant scowl and his daughter took notice. She attempted to roughly chart the course while she rode atop Pilot, knowing that when they returned to Berk, she was going to have a better time of it if she handed her stepmother something at least close to a map.

Eventually, they came to the home of their ancestors: Gallifrey. Basil could feel its presence long before Bill could even see it on the horizon—there was a feel to it, an energy, and it was something that he had never wanted to experience ever again. They landed on the island—a rocky expanse of land—and dismounted from their dragons.

“Do you need me to…?” Bill began to offer. She held out her forearm, brushing it against her father’s elbow. He recoiled and pulled away, beginning to walk towards the entrance to the caves that was their former home. “Dad…?”

“Walking around blindfolded was part of our fun as children,” he explained brusquely as he continued on, unassisted. Head held high, he navigated the caves of Gallifrey, once teeming with life and dragons, now an empty husk of nothing.

Possibly, it was a good thing that he could not see the caves and what became of them. Dragon bones lay scattered around the floor of the main cavern and scratches gouged the walls, showing the level of struggle that the den had gone through in the days and weeks after they had first left. An uneasy feeling overcame both humans and their dragons, though they pressed on.

“Are you sure we absolutely had to come here?” Bill asked.

“Of course we did,” Basil replied. “There are some things that are only possible in the Home of the Dragon Lords.”

“Berk is that now.”

“Not in this way.”

Silence passed between them as they entered the tunnels of the humans’ living space, where there were alcoves carved into rock to make rooms, poorly separated by doors of rotting wood and cloth. There was evidence of smaller dragons making use of the alcoves for their own uses, but they too were long-gone and the spaces just as abandoned as the rest of the caves. Glowing lichen illuminated their path, though only one of them could see it.

“I know how long it’s been for us,” Bill mused aloud, “but I wonder how long it has been since Aunt Velda was here?”

“Long enough,” he replied. He continued along, not even needing to feel the wall to know where he was going. Bill followed him dutifully, though as they traveled further and further in, she began to shiver.

“I don’t like it here, Dad,” she said. “There’s too many memories in these caves… and not good ones.”

“More memories than the ones you’re aware of,” he stated. “I intended for them to become secrets, and for them to never reach you, but now I have no choice.”

“…what do you mean…?”

“You’ll see.”

They continued going deeper and deeper into the cave, past where Bill had remembered going prior. When she had been little, there were areas that had been off-limits, and she had reluctantly listened due to the inherent danger involved with below. Though she was now an adult, the winding, sloping corridors were still plenty unsettling.

“Why are we here again?” She looked at her father and frowned. “I would think that this is the last place you’d want to be… ever…”

“There’s a reason why Gallifrey was where our ancestors bred and raised dragons,” he replied. “There is a magic here that has benefited our efforts beyond measure…”

“I remember you saying there is no such thing as magic: only science and skill.”

“All magic is something we don’t have an answer for,” he stated. “There are some things we will never know how it works—never know the rules of—but while we are alive, we work to understand what we don’t already, because it means we are that much closer to understanding everything that we can.” He carefully felt along the wall, searching for a specific hold. “What many people refer to as magic is a thing we can do because we have discovered the rules and skills behind it—a Great Plan, chaos, happenstance, it doesn’t matter how—don’t think that because I said one thing now and another thing before that they are supposed to be wholly different.”

“They sound wholly different.”

“Yeah, and that’s why you’re still not a full Dragon Lord yet, despite declaring your Promise.” He turned his face towards her and smirked, knowing that all it did was irritate her—there were sixteen years he needed to catch up on, after all. Sliding his hands over the moist stone walls, he finally found what he was looking for, his fingers catching in a small latch. “Ah, yes, here it is.”

Releasing the latch, Basil stepped back and let the door sink into the wall and shift away. He had last been there decades prior, when it was only him and his sister wandering the caves, though he remembered clear as though it had been the week before instead of in his youth. Once the door was fully opened, he stepped forward, prompting Bill to grab his arm.

“What are you doing?!” she panicked.

“Showing you something I should have a long, long time ago.”

As dragons and riders entered the new chamber, the room began to prepare itself for them. Torches gently sparked on from sconces in the walls thanks to a tripwire on the door, filling the stale room with much-needed light. The floor was smooth and dry, having been carefully-worked at some point in the past, and the walls intricately decorated. Closer inspection showed Bill that some of the decorations were actually bones from dragons and humans alike, which caused their mounts to remain cautiously near the entrance.

“Dad… what the hell is this place?”

“It was supposed to be our final resting place,” he said solemnly. He continued on, scaling a series of steps leading up towards a dais. “This was where I laid my parents, and where I should have laid your mother and aunt both, and now… we are seeing if the legend is true.”

“…which legend…?”

“One of the many that were supposed to die with me.” He made it to the top of the stairs and paused for a moment, knowing that there was an altar before him. The dragonsblood stone was smooth under his hand as he touched it, feeling the powers of the Old Ways jolt through his system for the first time in ages.

“Tha mi a’ faicinn dorchadas,” he told the altar, using words he last spoke long ago. “Nach fhaic thu mi? Leig dhomh faicinn, taibhsean… no am fàg thu mi a ‘fulang?”

I see darkness. Don’t you see me? Let me see, ghosts… or will you leave me to suffer?

“What are you…?” Bill wondered in trepidation.

“If you put your hand on the dragonsblood altar and challenge those who came before us, it is said they will grant your wish.”

“…so, legend states if you blaspheme atop a creepy dragonsblood altar locked away inside an even creepier crypt, Granddad’s ghost will heal you out of spite?”

“Essentially.”

“Doesn’t that sound stupid?”

“When you put it that way, of course it does.”

“…and what did you… um…?”

“You have to speak their language in order to challenge them properly,” he explained. He then turned back to the altar, sneering. “Freagair mi a-nis, taibhsean!”

As he challenged the ghosts of the bones in the crypt for a second time, Basil felt the altar beneath his hand warm to a point he knew was impossible for just his hand to accomplish. Bill gasped as she saw what was happening: golden dust was beginning to emit from her father and the altar, surrounding him in the light from when they were in her den. His head lolled back as he began to float in the air, the magic lifting him as it swirled around and poured from him. Bill even had to shield her eyes, as not only was it terribly bright, but there was a wind that was somehow picking up as well.

“Dad!” she shouted. “What in the hell is going on here?!”

He did not answer.

“Dad! Dad! Come on!” She tried to pull him down to the floor, yet it was no use—she couldn’t even get close to him, let alone touch his hand. The dragons growled from their spot by the door, unable to aid her in the slightest.

Eventually, Basil began to glow so intensely, he seemed white-hot. He slowly sank to the stone floor in front of the altar and crumpled in a heap. Bill reached out to touch him, yet there was a spark that shocked her hand away.

“Idris! Come over here!” Her call was answered and—now free of threat of the Old Ways—the dragon in-question bounded into the crypt. She nuzzled her snout against her human… she was able to touch him. “Wait a moment… how can you…?”

Bill thought for a moment; if Idris could touch her father, yet she couldn’t, then there truly was some sort of freaky Dragon Lord magic at play. She placed her hand on the dragon’s head, feeling her scales beneath her fingers.

“Listen,” she said, “I’m going to go get Clara. If she and Dad are the Hybrid, then she’ll be able to help him. I don’t think there’s much we can do right now.” She and Idris both glanced down at Basil; one more try and she still failed to so much as touch his face. “I’ll be back soon, yeah?

The dragon made a low rumbling noise in its throat and Bill knew it was going to be alright. She dashed for the entryway, Pilot waiting for her there, impatiently stomping his feet. They both ran through the winding corridors, careful in the tight spaces, with her hopping onto his back soon as the caves opened up. Within moments they were in the open air, headed back towards what they hoped was Berk.

There was no time for rest—she needed Clara.

She needed Clara to save her dad.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Don’t worry—I’ll get to the bottom of this.

That was what the note had said, and yet that was the one thing that Clara could do. Night after night, she paced and fretted and picked at her fingers, not wanting to leave Berk in case of her husband and stepdaughter’s return, and yet at the same time, she could not help herself but worry. They had taken both their dragons without even a hint as to where they were or had gone, making searching for them close to impossible.

Thus, for near two weeks, she was left to wait… and if there was anything she was not good at, it was waiting.

“This isn’t good,” she said, brow furrowed in worry. She was panicking, doing laps around the ground floor of her house as Danny sat in one of the chairs, her friend holding a sleeping Aodh. A fire was going in the hearth and a pile of hatchlings slept in the corner. “What if he needs me?”

“Relax, Clara,” Danny insisted. “Something tells me he’s gotten into worse scrapes than whatever he’s in now.” He stroked Aodh’s hair as he rocked the chair gently. “It’s Bill I’m concerned about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean: can we trust her?” he mused. “It feels very convenient that soon after she shows up and dumps her dragons here, the two of them vanish.”

“We can trust her,” she nodded. “That’s not even close to why I’m worried.”

“…but the last time we encountered a family member of his, some things happened.” He gestured to his prosthetic leg, which caused Clara to exhale heavily in guilt. “I want to be wrong on that, Clara, but you can’t help but admit it’s suspicious. She seems like a good person…”

“I know, I know,” she sighed. She rested her hand on her stomach—a reminder of what it was at risk. “I just wish it wasn’t like this.”

“All you need to do is say the word and we’ll deploy.”

“I know.”

“We’d figure it out.”

“Without a doubt.”

Clara continued to flit around the room anxiously as Danny held her son and kept quiet company. She couldn’t help but worry—there was so much going on in her head that she wondered what could have possibly been going on in Basil’s. There had been no indication that he would do anything like this—he was done running—so why was he gone…?

Just then, a dull thud could be heard outside and the front door flew open. Bill and Pilot came thundering into the house, causing Clara and Danny both to jump in surprise and Aodh wake with a start.

“Clara! You have to help!” Bill gasped.

“What’s going on?!” Clara asked. “Where’s Basil?!”

“Gallifrey.”

Both Clara and Danny felt as though weights dropped in their stomachs.

“Are you sure about that…?” Danny asked, the small child in his arms now clinging to him crankily.

“I spent the first eight years of my life there, and Dad confirmed it,” Bill replied. “Dad’s in Gallifrey, and he’s in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?!” Clara demanded. “What’s going on?!”

“Dad… he took me to Gallifrey, and showed me this room I’d never seen before,” Bill tried to explain. “It was big and creepy and then he, like, dared Granddad to make him better, and now I think the dragonstone’s too much on him and he’s going mental!”

“…and you just left him there?!”

“I had no choice! I couldn’t get close to him!” Tears welled in Bill’s eyes—she was just as scared as they were. “That place does weird things to people, Clara. I just got Dad back and I don’t want to lose him again—I don’t want to lose anyone else to that hellhole. Please… help me.”

“Of course,” Clara said resolutely. She held Bill’s shoulders at arm’s length, looking her directly in the eyes. “Your dad is my husband, my children’s father, and I will do anything to bring him back to us.”

“I can gather the Stealth Riders and be ready to go in the morning,” Danny said. Bill shook her head.

“We’re going to need to plan this,” she replied. “Gallifrey didn’t exactly survive for as long as it did because it’s easy to find.”

“…but you just came from there…”

“I had no stars to guide me—it’s often cloudy there, shrouded in mist, and the large amounts of dragonstone ward off many dragons not from the den. The fact my mum was able to sail there was a bloody miracle.”

“Then we wait until morning and gather together the best we got,” Clara decided. “We’ll get the Riders, maybe some accompanying boats, supplies…”

“Bill… where’s Dad…?” Aodh asked, finally awake enough to realize what was going on. His sister took him in her arms and hugged him close.

“Dad’s back where we lived when I was your age,” she explained. “It’s a very scary and dangerous place. Mum and I have to figure out a way to fetch him.”

“Is he hurt?”

“In a way, but we can get him back,” she assured. “Idris is there—she won’t let anything too bad happen to him in the meantime.” She kissed her brother on the brow and held his head to her shoulder, hiding her face from him. It was hard, as she grit her teeth and closed her eyes in an effort to not cry. “We’ll bring Dad home.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, hatchling,” she cooed. “Dad and I found each other the long way around before—we don’t have the time to do that again.”

“You don’t…?”

“Not if we want to spend as much time with you as we can,” the young woman admitted. It was the truth, that was what mattered. The boy hugged his sister while his adults all looked at one another, concerned as to how they were going to live up to that promise.

We turn around, and Peter [Capaldi] just stops and he’s like, “Wait, is someone snoring?” And one of the extras has just been lying on the floor for so long that he’s fallen asleep…

Doctor Who Cast Q&AwithPearl Mackie (Bill Potts) (x)

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welcome-to-my-mind-shed: twelve days of twelve // day three: team tardis the doctor plus two. (and owelcome-to-my-mind-shed: twelve days of twelve // day three: team tardis the doctor plus two. (and owelcome-to-my-mind-shed: twelve days of twelve // day three: team tardis the doctor plus two. (and owelcome-to-my-mind-shed: twelve days of twelve // day three: team tardis the doctor plus two. (and o

welcome-to-my-mind-shed:

twelve days of twelve // day three: team tardis

the doctor plus two. (and one.)


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minimoefoe:ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS↳ Bill Potts I see my face all the time. I neveminimoefoe:ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS↳ Bill Potts I see my face all the time. I neveminimoefoe:ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS↳ Bill Potts I see my face all the time. I neveminimoefoe:ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS↳ Bill Potts I see my face all the time. I neveminimoefoe:ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS↳ Bill Potts I see my face all the time. I neve

minimoefoe:

ENDLESS GTKM MEME: [1/∞] FEMALE CHARACTERS
↳ Bill Potts

I see my face all the time. I never liked it, it’s all over the place. It’s always doing expressions when I’m trying to be enigmatic. [insp]


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whovianfeminism: dracacwen1066:whovianfeminism:capaldiiful: Look, I know you know lots of stuff whovianfeminism: dracacwen1066:whovianfeminism:capaldiiful: Look, I know you know lots of stuff

whovianfeminism:

dracacwen1066:

whovianfeminism:

capaldiiful:

Look, I know you know lots of stuff about… well, basically everything.

“Oh, honey”

“I am a Sci-fi”

You win


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akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0akajustmerry:“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!” Bill + the Doctor in 10.0

akajustmerry:

“You don’t call the helpline because you ARE the helpline!”

Bill + the Doctor in 10.02 - ‘Smile’


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mendelsin:

Bill Potts:*exists*

wlwsquad:

bill reveals her sexuality in her second line of dialogue lmao this is gonna be her trying to get away from daleks

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happy bday pearl mackie <3 thank you for playing bill potts

happy bday pearl mackie <3 thank you for playing bill potts


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babinicz:

Bill Potts in “World Enough and Time” || Doctor Who, 10x11

janeyre:

what makes bill and donna such good companions is how irreverent they are of the doctor’s might. oh, so you’ve saved whole civilizations, committed atrocities on an unfathomable scale, and lived longer than the history of entire species? well you’re gonna do as i say. because i want chips. and the doctor’s always like “well i can’t argue with that logic”

“Where there’s tears, there’s hope”

“Where there’s tears, there’s hope”


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babinicz:

Bill Potts in “The Pilot”

Doctor Who 10x1

roguerigatoni:

cool lesbian + nonbinary grandpa swag

(and twelfth doctor mullet)

archdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to carchdemonblood: I deserve every single unfollow I get over this.  Excellent matching of options to c

archdemonblood:

I deserve every single unfollow I get over this. 

Excellent matching of options to characters, all of these are 100% in-character, 10/10


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