She looked him over, growling softly. “What were you doing, Doctor~?” A cautious step forward; she knew he was strong enough to over take her if he really tried.
“What were you doing after your little rampage, love?”
The Master gone, the Doctor looks up towards the woman with the same sad and tired eyes he’d kept for a week. Back to silence, his resilience. His defeat. He looks down in a bit of shame, like he was sorry he had trashed his room, ruined the nice clothes she had provided him with, sorry he had opened up the scabs around the electrodes, and hid his face in bloody hands….
The Time Lord had made it to London after about five hours. He had insisted on carrying Alva, to hide her non-Human appearance and headed for Big Ben, finding the Doctor’s TARDIS in an alley not from there. Adjusting Alva into one arm with her resting on his hip, he reached for the spare key behind the P and let himself in, replacing the key after doing so.
The door was closed, and Alva sat on the launch chair and he brought up the information on the Macii’s TARDIS. He wasn’t daft enough to not keep little details about her, and so, he was right up beside the Macii’s TARDIS within a few minutes. He’d put on the perfection filter so to not be detected by her before his plan was fully concocted.
Too focused on her pet, she went to him, the sonic guitar set against the wall. The remote for the electrodes still was in her hands as she hugged him. “I’m here Doctor. I’m the only one here for you. Don’t ever forget that I’m here. I’m the only one for you.”
She would repeat the words over and over, stroking his head and whisper them into his mind.