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Compassion tilted her head, the tendrils of red hair falling over her shoulder. She was sitting cross-legged on an asteroid as it floated lazily through the asteroid belt. Or, rather, as it flew through the asteroid belt, threatening to collide with others. The TARDIS blinked the swirling grey irises, a petulant and bored frown on her face. It was silent – no atmosphere to carry noise, even as the asteroids around her crashed and burned and shook.
She stood, glancing around the system idly. She stepped off the asteroid, her body flickering as she debated on going back into the vortex. There was nothing holding her here anymore. She was no longer answering to the Doctor (although whether she had ever answered to him was debatable) or anyone else. In the end, she kept still, her body traveling at unfathomable speed, rocketing towards Earth.
She paused just past Jupiter – three hundred or so million miles from Earth. She felt someone trying to enter her system. A wicked smile formed on her lips and she moved towards the signal. She pulled the ‘attempted intruder’ into her body, pulling herself into the vortex. She felt the comforting pull and radiation of the vortex. The swirling eyes shut and she focused on the man who was currently near her big toe.
Compassion swiped at one of his surface memories, and she manifested herself inside of the TARDIS. The environment was completely dark, with dark grey outlines of a forest on the edges. There was a musty smell. She peered at the man, before taking shape in front of him. Her body emitted a vague light, casting sinister shadows across her face. ‘Her’ being a shorter blonde with eyes a pale blue. Instead of a cocky smile – the smile that had been on her face in the memory – there was something menacing in Compassion’s grin.
A lot of the time, Nico didn't intend to end up where he usually ended it up. It was one the the occupational hazards of being a Hitchhiker. It all was a matter of catching a signal that the ring could sync with and allow him to dematerialize from location and rematerialize in another. And that was never a pleasant experience. The first time he did it, he puked. Nothing seemed quite as disorienting as having your body split apart on the atomic level and yoinked about the galaxy to be rematerialized only god knows where. He had been on a Diplosian cargo ship and, pleasant as the race were as a whole, not many people take kindly to discovering they had unwittingly picked up a hitchhiker. Yet another hazard of the occupation.
Being a hitchhiker didn't make you 'Public Enemy #1', but it certainly didn't make you popular with the captain of this ships either. So why do it? Nico was fascinated with any sort of information he could get his hands on. Since he was a child, he had loved learning. And being a Hitchhiker was the perfect way to do it. Today, he was most likely going to regret his lifestyle. He had needed to get off that Diplosian ship rather quickly and the only thing that seemed to be passing by within range of the ring's receiver was a TARDIS. Sure, why not. He was fairly familiar with TARDISes, so randomly popping over and knocking on the door couldn't hurt anything, right? Most TARDISes could not be teleported into without permission, so obviously it was only polite to 'knock'.
What happened next was confusing at best. Almost as if The TARDIS had anticipated him, he found himself inside of it. But he couldn't see a blasted thing. He hadn't been afraid of the dark since he was a child, but it did make him uncomfortable. Somewhat claustrophobic actually. He could see a figure approaching and, not wanting to be caught in the dark, he reached into his pocket to grab a small clear sphere and and he flicked his thumb across the surface. It was a dim glow but it was more than sufficient. And who he saw both elated and dumbfounded him.
“Emmy?! Wha.. How.. What are you doing here? Did you mug another alien??” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around the small girl with a chuckle. But... Something was wrong... “You’ll regret this, Nico.” Nico arched that brow and took a slow step back. That was not Emmy's tone. Yes, it was her voice, but Emmy didn't speak that way.. And she'd certainly never looked at him like that before. Another cautious step back before his oddly matched bright eyes stared down at her. “You're not Emmy”
Compassion rolled her eyes as she was enveloped in a warm hug by the Time Lord hybrid. The Doctor had something to do with this one. That didn’t surprise her – the Doctor was free with his body, and even freer with his trust. Idiot. After he released her from the hug, Compassion brushed herself off, detached. She looked down at this body idly, listening as he prattled on to ‘Emmy’. Her blonde hair fell in her eyes as she stared at him. Did she mug another alien? The pale eyes observed the man, disinterested.
“Something like that,” Compassion said, her words light but her tone dark. If she’d been inclined, she could have Nico believing that she were this Emmy. But she wasn’t. She wanted to play with his head – and she would – but there were more fun (and faster) ways of getting to him. She remained motionless, the smile staying menacingly etched on her face. Nico seemed to be catching on. He took a step away from her, and she quirked an eyebrow of her own in response.
“You’re not Emmy.”
“Obviously,” Compassion drawled. “But I do have her body,” she said, canting her head. “She messed with the wrong alien,” she suggested, brushing a particle of dust from her shirt. The blue eyes flicked back to him, an almost challenging smile on her lips. “Why else do you think my ship was the only one available?” she pointed out. “Don’t tell me you share the same daft notion that a TARDIS can only be ‘handled’ by Time Lords,” she laughed.
She took a step closer to Nico, the shadows falling on her unnervingly. Her eyes were cold and dead, a jarring disconnection between the feral expression on her lips. “You two were quite intimate. I see that from her memories,” - his memories, but he was in her domain now, and ‘lord bless his soul’ as Fitz was fond of saying. Her hand trailed down Emmy’s chest, ending at her stomach before putting her hands on her hips.
“Let’s play a game,” Compassion said brightly. “Emmy’s freedom for yours. A warning first, as what am I but a fair and honest creature? House always wins.”
“Obviously, But I do have her body,.. She messed with the wrong alien,”
Nico squared his jaw as he straightened himself. He never did that. He was so used to slightly hunching his posture to make himself seem less imposing. But this entity had hold of someone he was concerned for. Nico was no where close to admitting it to himself but he very deeply cared about Emmy. But that didn't change the fact that Emmy was a friend. A mischievous friend that had a sense of adventure that was like a magnet for trouble. Normally gentle eyes narrowed as he towered over her.
“Why else do you think my ship was the only one available? Don’t tell me you share the same daft notion that a TARDIS can only be ‘handled’ by Time Lords,”
Nico clicked his tongue in a slight 'tsk' looking at her. “No.. A TARDIS is a sentient entity. Anyone with rudimentary knowledge can pilot a TARDIS if it lets them.” he replied with a slight eye roll. But Nico paused the moment his eyes returned to looking at her. Nico was getting annoyed. Another trait that he was not familiar with. The thought of Emmy in danger was actually unsettling him, slightly. That and the dark surroundings had his nerves on edge. He was about to make comment about letting Emmy go, but almost as if she could sense the words forming in his mind, she calmly remarked interjected.
“You two were quite intimate. I see that from her memories,”
His ears and the back of his neck went bright red as she said that and he squirmed uncomfortably. It was bad enough that he'd felt so awkward during that experience, he didn't need a third party poking around in Emmy's brain and commentating on the events of that evening. He almost bristled as... whatever it was inside Emmy, made the girl trail her hands over Emmy's body in a way that made him uncomfortable. “Stop it! That's none of your business.”
“Let’s play a game, Emmy’s freedom for yours. A warning first, as what am I but a fair and honest creature? House always wins.”
The color in his ears and the back of his neck rushed to his face. And it wasn't embarrassment. This was a whole new emotion he was not familiar with.. at all. Nico was angry. And he didn’t like the way it felt. He could feel the adrenaline making his hands tremble. He took a slow and relaxing breath, closing his eyes. Emmy was in trouble, not was not the time to be losing his cool. “Fine.. Let's play.. But fair warning, to you... I'm a Keâts.. And we don't play fair.”
Compassion listened to his explanation in bored silence. She stared at him, interrupting him with a sigh of tedium. She could feel him steadily losing his temper and she smiled petulantly up to him. This body was smaller than what she was used to, but Compassion was unfazed as the man towered over her. She was not in any danger from him. This was a lesson in caution – don’t accept rides from strangers, little Niccy. The forest was morphing around them.
His face turned a delightful shade as she mentioned how they had been lovers. He seemed to only become more uncomfortable as she touched the body. Compassion smirked, running her hands up her arms and squeezing the elbows. She arched her back slightly, not because it felt good to her, but because that’s what the memory of Emmy did. The fingers trailed up to her shoulders. “Why would I stop?” she asked, her voice breathy as she pouted at him. She traced a finger up her throat and to her lips, tapping them thoughtfully.
She smirked when Nico told her that he didn’t play fair. She gripped his shirt tightly and brought him down, running her hands up his stomach. “Don’t worry,” she said, the mischievous smile not quite reaching her eyes, “we like when you play dirty, Keâts.” She pushed him backwards, into the forest. The darkness swallowed Compassion’s form as she returned to a metaphysical state. Branches crept forward towards Nico, curling around his ankles.
The shadows wrapped around his form, whispering. The shadows had followed her from the Faction Paradox, and as a result, no one had a shadow when inside of her. Instead they ran free, whispering secrets and lies in ears. They were... mostly harmless.
Nico felt the heat rush to his face and the back of his neck as he watched, what he thought was Emmy, trailing her hands over her body, putting particular emphasis on the attention to her elbows. She challenged him to a game and he accepted, warning her that and and most people in his family weren't exactly noted for playing by the rules. He grasped Emmy's hands and stared down into her blue but blank eyes, biting his lip uncertainly. “Don't worry, Em. I'll get you out of here”
Before he knew what was happening, whatever had hold of his Emmy was pushing him deeper into the strange tangle of forest before she faded into the shadows and vanished. The next thing he knew, dark figures were wrapping and coiling around him and he felt a cold chill terror creep up his spine. He'd always been afraid of the dark as a child, the way he thought he could feel it pressing in on him, tightening, making him feel claustrophobic. He'd thought he'd overcome that fear as a child. Apparently not.
He kicked at the shadows almost uselessly as his hearts drummed in his chest. He didn’t know what he was up against and he reached into his gray wool trench coat to retrieve his Hitchhiker's guide. He needed to know how to get rid of them. He flipped open the metallic book and whimpered as he felt the shadows coiling higher up his legs. “Living Shadows!”
“Invalid Inquiry. Please specify current sector of universe”
“Unknown” he barked, somewhat annoyed. “How many types of living shadows where there??”
“Oh, you're a huge help, Hitch!” Nico barked at the guide. 'Hitch' was what he called it since it's last owner had installed an A.I. into the guide. “How do I get rid of them? What's the one weakness they have in common?”
“Light, of course.”
“..... Brilliant.”
“Exactly!”
“No, That's not what I meant!.. Ugh.. Never mind, I'll deal with you, later, Hitch.” he grumbled as he dug into one of his coat pockets. There, he found a small clear orb he'd been given as a child as a night light. Yes, he still carried it, but no one else had to know that, right? He ran his thumb across the surface of the orb and shouted the activation command. “Lumos!”.... The previous owner of the orb had been a Harry Potter fan.
Compassion watched as he consulted his book about her shadows. She wasn’t entirely in control of the shadows – she’d been a part of the Faction Paradox for so long that it had become part of her. She could feel his fear and claustrophobia. This would be entertaining for the next few minutes at the very least. Nico must not know enough about the universe not to be able to discern between the three living shadows list the book had provided (although she noted that it seemed to be incomplete as she knew of several other living shadow species). Great. A neophyte traveler had decided to try to materialize on her TARDIS.
Perhaps after she was done with this young man, he would think twice about trying to go on an unidentified ship again. Once he pulled out the orb and lit it, most of the shadows scattered, his own included. Compassion reached out and held it, gripping the shadow tightly in her hand. The orb in his hand flickered as the shadows tried to run across it, but they eventually retreated completely. Compassion yawned, continuing her voyage through space as she continued absorbing Nico’s memory and information about his timeline.
“Nico,” she called softly, stretching the first syllable in his name. The human’s voice was petulantly feminine and scared. It echoed across the TARDIS, curling through the trees and coiling around Nico much like the shadows had. Emmy’s voice giggled, drifting down through the TARDIS. Compassion made the dark soften, revealing a dark and twisted path. “You shouldn’t have come here, Nico. You weren’t welcome.”
Compassion materialized on Earth with a small hiccup. London, England. The year 2021. She searched through his memory for a reason why she would have been drawn to this particular location. The man had spent quite a lot of time in the city, but the year seemed to be a mystery. She tapped her lips thoughtfully, sitting down on a bench and shutting her eyes. The path would have led him thicker through forest, towards the heart of where the Faction Paradox had a hold on her.
The shadows’ whispers increased in volume as he walked, the shadows creeping forward. Compassion had stored his own shadow far away from from where he was in, near her shoulder while he was just beginning to reach her ankle.
Nico wasn't sure why, but the world around him suddenly felt frigid for a moment as a chill shot up his spine. The shadows eventually scattered leaving him standing there, hissing in the darkness. He stood there for a moment, holding the orb over his head and slowly turned his head. Something was missing. He lowered the orb suddenly, trying to change the perspective of the light. The stray shadows were gone... But so was his. “Wh.. how?” his voice cracked in confusion.
Now, that, he knew was never a good sign. His shadow was, according to many cultures both on Earth an in alien fables, were an extension of his soul. And something that was so universally believed by so many should not be simply ignored. Obviously, there had to be some truth to it, right? In other words, he had to get his shadow back. Now he knew how Peter Pan felt when he lost his shadow. At least Nico had the common sense to know he wouldn't be able to reattach the shadow with a bar of soap.
He took a moment to steel his nerves. His shadow would have to wait. Emmy was his first priority. He tugged the wool trench coat around him a bit tighter to try and stave off the chill he was feeling and began to jog forward when he heard a haunting voice whine his name. Nico stopped in his tracks and whipped around looking around him, lifting that orb to try and locate the owner of the voice, but it seemed to be echoing from all around him. It wasn't Emmy's voice.. It didn't matter. He had to find Emmy first. “Don't worry, Em” he murmured in a low voice. “I'm coming”
Wind pushed at the back of Nico’s knees strongly. The orb dimmed as a flight flickered. It was still frigid, growing colder as Nico was pushed into another section of the TARDIS. He was steadily climbing up her body, but now it was time for Compassion to teach him why one should never mess with a former member of the Faction Paradox. The lights revealed what looked like an altar made of skulls, taken from Compassion’s own memories of the Initiation Ritual she’d been forced to go through as a child after turning her into a paradox.
Around Nico, walls grew out of the ground, trapping him with the skulls. There was a loud buzzing and, just as what had happened to Laura, the buzzing shook through the room but seeming to come from his head, faint whispers behind the buzzes and laughter with the whispers. The shadows ran across the walls, the whispers disjointed and growing louder in volume until they were shouts echoing around him. Compassion wondered just how important this girl was if he was willing to endure something like this.
Laura had no choice. “If you quit the game,” she whispered into his head, “I’ll let you go.” But no one had given Laura that option. A smirk tugged on Compassion’s lips – perhaps she was aptly named after all. “I’d get to keep your Emmy, of course,” she lied nonchalantly, “but you would be free.” The shadows knocked the orb out of Nico’s hand it rolled away from him, the orb steadily growing brighter as the rest of the lights faded from the TARIDS.
Compassion appeared in front of him, still in the form of Emmy. There was a feral stare in her eyes as the shadow danced around him, wrapping herself around him. There was a ‘mask’ on her face, made of skulls and raw flesh. The eyelids were gone. She stepped closer to him, a grin splitting the skull’s features. An attempt to pull the mask off would reveal that it wasn’t a mask at all – it was as real as anything else in the TARDIS.
“If you quit the game, I’ll let you go.. I’d get to keep your Emmy, of course, but you would be free.”
Those vividly bright eyes narrowed, his fingers still de3perately clinging to the light orb that Emily had given him as a child. “That's not going to happen. Even if she wasn't someone important to me.. W.. Which she's not.. Not really.” he awkwardly lied, not just to her but to himself. “She's an innocent human. I understand she messed with the wrong alien, but you can't just do this. I wont let you.” he replied calmly, squaring his jaw and straighting his back, despite the bitter wind and flickering lights and the shadows nipping and clawing at him. Emmy was depending on him.
When 'Emmy' reappeared, Nico held his breath at the gruesome figure before him. “You don't frighten me..” he was, of course, lying but in that moment, his voice did not betray him. He suddenly had nerves of steal and clenched his jaw, determined to save Emmy and went to advance on her and grasped the mask, fulling it from her face.. His stomach turned in disgust. He was holding a human skull fragment. He took a step back as the bask clattered to the ground, and he stared at her in horror.. a brief moment of horror, before swallowing and shoving down his unease.
“Nox.”
“NO!” he shouted as everything went dark. It was the one fear he never really overcame as a child and his hearts began to speed up as the anxiety made it harder to breathe. His voice hissed through clenched teeth “Just take me instead.. let her go. She's just a kid. A Human kid. I'm part Gallifreyan.” he never was sure what that actually meant. Both his parents had been incredibly naïve when it came to what species they were.
Compassion laughed. It was just precious to watch this child intrepidly defend someone who would never love him back. Defend someone who wasn’t in any real danger. She was going to enjoy his reaction upon finding out – the reaction to being fooled. It was very rarely a happy one, and it was for that reason that Compassion was intrigued. Not even he seemed to have come to grips with his emotions, and how she just loved to make people come to terms with hard realizations.
“Don’t I?” she asked, tilting her head as he declared she didn’t scare him. The shadows began to nip at him as he advanced. When he pulled the ‘mask’ away, she grinned, blood leaking down into her teeth. His expression of horror was well worth it. She knocked the orb out of his hand and whispered the apparently dreaded phase and he shouted. She tilted her head, listening as the beating of his hearts seemed to quicken and intensify, echoing throughout the TARDIS.
‘Emmy’ let out a snort of derision. “Part Gallifreyan? Why, that changes everything. Because now, I want you to suffer even more.” She smiled maliciously, though he couldn’t quite see her due to the overwhelming darkness.
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