Remembrance and Moving forward by 123penguin64

The Doctor was gone. He would never come again.

But sometimes, Thrash felt like she could see him. Sense him. Sense his forbidding presence in the room. But she wasn't there anymore. She was no longer in that place where misery and despair was all that was known.

She was at home. Her home. With her beloved, Chris. Chris was the Doctor's daughter, his darling little girl (not that he ever saw her as that) but she was nothing like him. She was kind, she was considerate, she was brave.

She was everything that that man was not.

Thrash could remember hearing her dear mother's voice come to her in her dreams. She was everything that Thrash wanted to be: Free. But the Doctor was trying to take her away, trying to pry her away from her safe and liberated realm. But she wouldn't, she wouldn't. Because she knew the real reason why he wanted her.

And he knew that he could make her come by using her daughter.

The Doctor did anything he could to get to her. He needed her, he needed her god powers. He needed them to become famous, known, received. But, oh the Goddess of Night and Lakes wouldn't ever back down. She had a fighting spirit.

Her daughter did too, but...

Thrash was scared, she was scared of this Doctor. She was scared and despised him. Wouldn't you? He did everything he could to get to the Goddess, even if it meant altering her completely. Even if it was torture. Especially if it was torture. She grew defensive, her instincts heightened. Thrash was ready to fight back at whatever chance she had.

And on that fateful day when a human was thrown into her attic with his smell? Oh, she was ready to fight. She was ready to kill. She was getting ready to deliver a fatal blow when she noticed that this human...

The girl was trembling, shaking in fear, her eyes wide with terror as Thrash had advanced closer and closer towards her, teeth and claws bared. She too, was defensive. She too, was scared.

And Thrash decided to do no harm.

She could sense this girl was just like her. They were the same. This was Chris, the Doctor's daughter. And they were the same.

"How could anybody do this to their own daughter?!" Thrash cried, in tears over this poor girl.

She remembered that night all too well. Crying for this girl whom she barely knew at the time. She never realised just how they'd become more than friends.

Her mother encouraged her all she could. She told her all about those special necklaces. Oh, how grateful she was! Chris created them with her powers of creativity and they were bound for life. Oh, how grateful she was.

Chris was determined to escape. She knew her father well, knew what he was capable of. So she tried to reason with him. It didn't work.

And Thrash isn't sure how she did it but one moment the Doctor was alive, taunting them and waving his gun around, the next he was gone. He was gone forever. He looked almost asleep, slumped onto the ground like a tatty rag doll but Thrash knew he was gone.

Then an engine blared and roared from outside and that was Thrash's cue to leave.

It was almost unfair how they met. The circumstances, of course, were far less than ideal. Perhaps in a different life they would have met in a different way. Maybe on a hiking trip they could have run into each other by chance and met up everyday before eventually falling head over heels for each other like lovebirds.

But no. That's not what happened.

But there was a chance to make it all better. They had their long awaited freedom. They had their liberty. They were free.

"Hey, Thrash, all okay?"

The little human snuggled up to her great big chimera as she draped a big fluffy blanket over themselves. She looked up at her, her expression concerned.

"You seem to be lost in thought."
"Oh, don't you worry, Chris." Thrash ruffled her hair and snuggled her back. "I'm just remembering things. But it doesn't matter now."
"Does it?"
"No, it's in the past and we're safe now."
Realising what she was talking about, Chris sighed with relief.

"Yeah, that's the past."

The two were quiet for a moment, before Chris spoke up again.

"You know," she said. "I say this all the time, but I really am glad I've met you."
And Thrash's heart swelled with love and adoration for this little human. She couldn't help but smile so widely.

"And I'm really glad I've met you too."

They were free and they were happy together now. That's all they ever wanted.