But I Have Promises To Keep

[The First Doctor]

The Specialist went down, but her body moved fluidly, too fluidly. She felt her face split open on her own desk, but still she calmly removed the blade from the folds of her garments. It was an easy stab, a sharp one and then a twist as she activated the gem on the handle. It was a blade meant to kill a Time Lord, for it suddenly split in two, spinning for just a moment, shredding and ripping twin hearts. Then she pressed the gem again, it closed and she slumped.

Apollon stood, shocked, as the blades chewed at his hearts. With a supreme act of will, he looked down at his ruined chest and at the blood soaking the Specialist.

"At least," he gasped out, his voice soft and hollow, "At least it was different, this time." Then his knees gave out, and he slumped to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

"Uhm... wow," one of the Meddlers observed.

"Maybe I didn't need to hurry," said another. A third Meddler smacked that Meddler in the back of the head.

Four of the Meddlers grabbed Apollon's corpse by the limbs, and began hauling it through the door. "Back in a moment," one of those Meddlers said, "Just going to take out the trash."

Bloody gore was all over her, all over her office. But calmly she walked towards the Meddlers as they arrived. Her eyes started to glow like the Schism itself, black swirling with the light pale tones of her eyes. The light color turning to silver. She pushed out her hands, and let them glow a little, her head tilted back. "I could change this all, right now, if I wanted to. Do you know how long I've been collecting worship, and love, and praise, and fear, and everything they had to offer the Keeper of this Hall?"

The eyes of the eight Meddlers still in the room began to burn with a similar flame, orange and red, swirling with black. "Maybe," one of them said, "possibly you could. Except that we're not in Time any more. Gallifrey has become history, a single line of history trapped forever."

She stared at the Meddler, but wrapped her arms around him. Burying her face in his neck, and shaking.

The Meddler she held seemed startled for a moment, then held her close. The others moved in as well, embracing her, stroking her hair and arms and neck, trying to offer comfort.

"But I'm not that kind of person, I am definitely not that kind of person. I care too much, but why am I bare...." She whispered this, as she had so many years ago. She pulled back and pressed her forehead to his. "I could fix your mind too, if you'd let me. But you wouldn't, would you Meddler? Are you afraid you'd become like me?"

"No, that's not it at all," the Meddler she held said.

"I suspect I'd have been somewhat different from you, even without the madness," said the Meddler to her right, his arm around her shoulder and his own, whispering into her ear.

"And besides," said the Meddler that stood on her left, stroking her hair, "I've spent nine hundred years like this. Who would I be, if you fixed my mind?"

"Would I be the Meddler?" he asked, holding her hand, standing behind the Meddler she held.

"No, I'm quite happy, mad," said the Meddler to her left, tracing the contour of her ear with his finger. "And I chose to become the Grandfather Paradox."

Bare no more, Guardian of These Halls. The loop of death is broken, the reward for your dedication, is life. Not just yours, but the life of another generation.

The voice echoed in the minds of the assembled Meddlers. They looked at each other, confused. "How..?" asked one.

"I'm all here," said another, "All present, and it's getting directed to all of me."

"Not just one of me," said a third, slowly. "Do you think..?"

The Specialist's eyes went wide, and her cheeks went pale. "Oh, do you think it means...."

"Hmmm? What?" It was clear that the assembled Meddlers had been lost in their own thoughts.

You will bear fruitful, once more. The poison of the Council is leeched from you. Go forth, use your powers for good. You must fight him, you must.

She looked at the meddler and closed her eyes. "To your TARDIS then!"

"Ah, uh..." said the Meddler she held, an embarrassed tone in his voice.

"The thing is..." said the Meddler to her right, "I've, uhm, that is..."

The Meddler holding her hand rolled his eyes. "We've lost it. Xandavier got access to it, somehow, and sealed us in as well. We're trapped, unless Sisi can get control back."

The other Meddlers glared at him. He glared back. "What? It was going to do us some good, hemming and hawing around the subject?"

---

Outside, on the steps, the four Meddlers swung Apollon's body back and forth, the arc it traced growing larger with each motion. Finally, when the arc reached chest height, they let go. The corpse sailed out away from the landing, struck the stairs about midway down, and bounced and rolled to the street.

One of the Skaro Degradations grabbed it before it finished rolling, and began sucking noisily at it's head. Others joined in, tearing gobbets and fragments away.

The right front Meddler made a show of brushing his hands off. "Right, that's that, then."

[The Master]

There was a sense of displacement in the Keeper's Chambers. A sensation of something vast, and powerful, moving beneath the single time line the group stood in. And then the "reality" of the room distorted for a moment, and the something manifested.

It appeared refreshingly ordinary, like nothing more than a slumming Time Lord. A youngish Time Lord, broad and stocky, with red hair and green eyes. There were traces of drying blood on his mouth and throat, and spatters on the black canvas duster and black turtleneck sweater he wore. He removed his black fedora, bowed low, and took the opportunity to brush dust and dirt from his jeans and work boots.

"My Lords the Meddler," he drawled as he rose, "My Lady the Specialist." His eyes twinkled, and his grin was devil-may-care. "Or, should I say: hi, mom. Hello, dads."

With a flourish, the Could've-Been King replaced his hat on his head.

[Seren Ash]

For the first time, in a very long time, she was being held. She was being held by someone, and they weren't pushing her away. She allowed the affections to roll across her, as she kept her arms around him. Her head resting on his chest, pale hair soaked to a nasty crimson hue. She looked like something out of a nightmare. White and silver robes, misted and splattered with blood. Her hair slicked back and soaked, and her face splattered with tracings of other things. It was different this time. she murmured as she let her shoulders shake.

The comfort, and the ease of the situation, despite them turning her down for her aid. She had expected that, truly she had. It was enough to lull her down. She didn't even get freaked out when he told her that there wasn't a way to get into their TARDIS, just yet. Just yet. She felt a sort of ache within her, and pressed her palms lower, over the stomach of her soaked gown. There she felt it, an echoing. Her eyes closed as she drew on her psychic energy, feeling the echoes and the pulsing of the echoes there.

"Oh... Meddler...." She said in a shocked voice, pure joy and fear on her features as her hands pressed there over her womb. It was the start of echoes, of a presence deep within. It was a strong enough echo, and a strong enough beat, that she could feel it with her bare hands. She reached for the nearest Meddler, the one that had met her in her office. "Look!" she said as she pressed his hand there, the joy lighting up her features.

"And as for your TARDIS, if you really really like, I cold probably kick that door down, if I Rassilon well choose too. But we will allow your Sisi, to fix the situation. Then, then I will use what powers I have, for good. Shall I not?" She said in a soft voice. One usually would be driven mad by such situations. But the Specialist was a special sort of person. The royal blood of Gallifrey would be fruitful once more.


Then she whirled to face the creature, eyes wide as she pressed her fingers over her mouth. "Noooo, you can't be." She said in a purely shocked voice as she approached him. Slipping around him, and reaching out just barely. Did she have the power to touch him? Did she have the power to help him, heal him? She could do just about anything couldn't she? She wasn't sure, she had just gathered the power, and tested it in small ways. She had never fully used it.

[The First Doctor]

"Oh... Meddler...." She said in a shocked voice, pure joy and fear on her features as her hands pressed there over her womb. She reached for the nearest Meddler, the one that had met her in her office. "Look!" she said as she pressed his hand there, the joy lighting up her features.

That Meddler looked confused for a moment, and then startled as he realized that his psychic senses were working properly - An effect of persistent echoes, he decided - and then confused again as he tried to work out what that other presence meant.

The other Meddlers touched her abdomen as well, or touched one of the Meddlers that had, and listened. Finally, it clicked with one of him. "You're... pregnant?"

For once, he managed to stifle the million or so questions that sprang fully-formed into his mind. I shouldn't try to analyze this too much, not yet, he decided.

"And as for your TARDIS, if you really really like, I cold probably kick that door down, if I Rassilon well choose too. But we will allow your Sisi, to fix the situation. Then, then I will use what powers I have, for good. Shall I not?" She said in a soft voice.

"If the door's closed," one of the Meddlers said, "all you'd manage is blowing open the Singularity."

"Then," said another, "all of this would spill back out into the Spiral Politic."

"And then Rassilon would implement the Ultimate Sanction," a third said, "and we'd just have escaped in time to seal the destruction of everything."

"No," a fourth said, "we can't leave that way. Not unless the door opens again."

And then he felt the presence approach. The various Meddlers looked around, wildly, trying to find its source.

The Could've-Been King appeared in the room, near the statue that concealed the passage. "My Lords the Meddler," he drawled as he rose, "My Lady the Specialist." His eyes twinkled, and his grin was devil-may-care. "Or, should I say: hi, mom. Hello, dads."

She whirled to face the creature, eyes wide as she pressed her fingers over her mouth. "Noooo, you can't be." She said in a purely shocked voice as she approached him.

One of the Meddlers caught her by the arm, gently but firmly pulling her away. Three more stepped between the Specialist and the Could've-Been King, empty hands clenched as if they had drawn weapons.

"You are not my son," all of him said, simultaneously.

[The Master]

The Could've-Been King perched on the edge of the desk, a cheery smile on his face. If he was hurt or offended by their reactions, he gave no sign. "No, I'm not," he agreed airily, "but I could have been. In some possible universe, somewhere, you were."

He hopped off the desk, throwing his arms wide. "And so, here I am!" And then he pointed, a gesture that took in the Specialist and the Meddlers. "And you need me. And, as it so happens, I need you."

He sat down again, smiling. "Because, and this is important, we can help each others escape." A pause, as he rolled his hat down his arm to his hand, then curled it back to put it on again. "But it'll take all of us."

[Seren Ash]

The Specialist glared at The Meddler, flat out glared at him. She yanked her arm back and strode over to a small door near the side of the room. She returned in a moment, in new clothing. Actually something from a more modern era. Slacks, and a white button up, the blade still at her hip, and a rather odd item in her hand. It was a diadem, a small one at that. It was her diadem, she had been ordered to implement it's use, if it was ever needed.

She calmly brushed her hair out of the way, and slipped the thing metal and the gem into place. It sat over the third eye, heightened it's abilities if needed. She now strode back just as the meddler's made their exclamation. "Well then, Would've'been king, speak to me. For I'm the bloodline that yours would've been." She said as her arms rested at her sides, her eyes focused on him as she held up a hand to the Meddlers. "Do not, interfere, I will be fine." She stated as she approached the being again.

She stopped before him and watched him. "What do you mean, work together? And what do you get from this? Free reign of a universe that cannot even hope to go against you. Or will you be tame, with freedom."

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Honestly, what was goblins fascination with murder? Even though they were little ugly creatures with way too many teeth then she'd care for.. their enthusiasm was almost endearing. If they weren't holding sharp pointy objects, that was. Oh well.

She stilled though as she, even through the noise of the rowdy goblins heard a sound in the hallways. And right now, she distrusted everything that moved out of this room. She quickly slapped her hand over the redcaps mouth to muzzle him as she hissed at the others to be silent. Indeed, there was someone in the hall.

It was not her father, she could feel it, it must be the little girl with him. She shook her head.. it was hard to get any proper reading from her. But still, anyone who came with her father she did not trust. But.. but what if the child was innocent? She looked down at the goblins, their large beady eyes now looking at her in silence. A great feat for a goblin.

A smile spread across her face.

"How about some target practice before we face the big boss?" She grinned, it would show the nature of the girl. Goblins also were more in tune with children thanks to the frequent runners the Labyrinth Kingdom had, they'd see how the kid would react. She had a feeling it wasn't 'just a child'.. it never was.

She opened the door suddenly as the child came near the door.

"En garde!" she called, setting the Goblins loose.

She followed behind them with the Bean Si, her guns out and loaded.

They had to get back to the Gallifreyan black hole, and soon. Perhaps she could use the door in the secondary control room to open it again.

"Drag her in here boys! I have a grand plan. Quickly now!" she said, holding the door open, ready to shut and lock it again as soon as the child was in. She''d dispose of her in the oubliette, or if hostile enough she would.. well she didn't know what she would do yet. Murdering a child made her decisively nervous.

By Danu, hurry up Robin.

[The Master]

The Could've-Been King watched the Specialist glare at the Meddler and leave the room.

"You know, dad..."

"I'm not your 'dad'," one of the Meddlers snarled.

"Mom's like, twice your age.."

"She's not your 'mom'," another Meddler growled.

"I don't think she's really looking for a 'white knight', y'know?" He held up his hands, defensively. "I'm just sayin'."

About that moment the Specialist returned, in slacks and a blouse, a wicked-looking blade on her hip, and...

The Could've-Been King applauded, just a little, as she put the diadem on. "Looks good on you," he said, grinning. "Don't you think, dad?"

A number of the Meddlers were staring with interest at the diadem. One of them started to say something. "I know, I know," the Could've-Been King interrupted. His voice turned mockingly harsh, as he puffed up his chest, "You're not my dad."

"Well then, Would've'been king, speak to me. For I'm the bloodline that yours would've been." She said as her arms rested at her sides, her eyes focused on him as she held up a hand to the Meddlers. "Do not, interfere, I will be fine." She stated as she approached the being again.

"Woo! Burn!" He laughed, sounding good natured. "Dad, you done got served!"

She stopped before him and watched him. "What do you mean, work together? And what do you get from this? Free reign of a universe that cannot even hope to go against you. Or will you be tame, with freedom."

He rubbed his hands together, and smiled a hungry smile. Then he hopped to his feet and bowed low once more, sweeping his hat off and down as he did. "My Lady the Specialist, Keeper of the Halls of Eileithyia and my Lady might-have-been mother, I ask nothing more than to to answer your questions. And, if I may speak two words on the subject, I shall endeavor to do just that."

He straightened back up, tossed his hat into the air, and perched on the desk. As he did, the hat landed on his head at a rakish angle. "Then, as dad would say, in order: first, I mean exactly what I say. We work together. Dad has the technical knowledge to escape, but he lacks both a power source and access to a... weak spot. A place where, properly applied, that technical knowledge will allow escape from within the War. You, mom, currently have the power. But you don't have the technical knowledge, or access."

He smiled. "I, on the other hand, know where that weak spot can be found. I just lack the power -" he put his hand over his mouth and burped a little burp, "Excuse me. Patience's heart didn't sit well. Anyway, I lack the power, and the technical knowledge. Or I would have already escaped."

He held up his hand, showing two fingers. There was still traces of orangish-red dried blood on the hand. "Second. I get freedom!" He hopped off the desk, pacing back and forth. "I'm the Could've-Been King! I need possibility!" He whirled, pointing an accusing finger at them. "I need it, the way you two... well, you dozen or so... need Time!" He looked around wildly, almost in a frenzy of panic. "There are no possibilities in here! Just the same history, over and over and over and over and over!"

He slumped back down on the desk. "I'm going mad in here. I'm three-quarters blind and half-deaf. I can't stand it, and now there's a chance, a real chance, to escape!" He clenched his fists. "And I'm taking it."

He looked up, strange fractal patterns dancing in his eyes. "And without access to the Eye of Harmony, I won't be a Power in my own right. I'll just be... me." A shy smile. "Will I be tame with freedom? Of course not. Is dad? Was the Doctor? Or the Master?" A laugh. "Hell, no. But I certainly won't be raising armies out of the shadows of linear time."

A pause. "So. Your move. But remember, the Cybermen get here in about twelve minutes. And then, fifty-three minutes after that? Someone sets off the Moment, and this little pocket universe stops cold." A smile. "And then you get the option of reliving it all over again."

[The First Doctor]

"How about some target practice before we face the big boss?" She grinned.

The dejected Redcap perked up. "Oh, yeah."

She opened the door suddenly as the child came near the door.

"En garde!" she called, setting the Goblins loose.

Shrieking and howling, the mob of goblins boiled into the corridor and charged the little girl and her army of junk-homunculii. "Drag her in here boys! I have a grand plan. Quickly now!" Sisi said, holding the door open.

"I've got a grand plan too!" the Redcap bellowed (for soprano voice values of 'bellowed'), stomping one homunculus back into junk as he laid about with his axe. "It's killing!"

[Xandavier]

Sister of Mine watched the screaming mob of misshapen creatures charge down the corridor. If she was at all concerned, she didn't show it. This was, after all, what the homunculii were for. With a gesture, she ordered them forward.

The creature in the lead, a squat, vile-looking thing with a brown hat and iron boots, hit her line of constructs. It was screaming about 'killing', and seemed to have no concerns for the orders of her quarry. A berserker, she reasoned, sent to soften up my forces.

And it was doing it's job a little too well. With a mental command, to of the homunculii lashed barbed fishhooks into the thing's arms and jerked, leaving it spread-eagled and screaming.

"Drag her in here boys! I have a grand plan. Quickly now!" the quarry called again. Sister of Mine frowned. It would not do to fall prey to the prey.

The vile little creatures were overwhelming her homunculii, too small and fast to be easily struck, more resilient and clever than anticipated. Several had freed the wounded berserker and were dragging it back towards the quarry, struggling to keep it from breaking free and biting a homunculus. Fragments of homuculii littered the corridor. There were corpses and blood as well, but far fewer than she cared for.

One of the little creatures broke through the line, shrieking and leaping at her with a knife. She brought her arm up, twisted a little, and slashed with a knife - a scalpel, really - that had appeared seemingly from nowhere. There was a spurt of bright arterial blood, and the creature stopped shrieking before it smacked heavily into the floor.

But there were more of them now, singing.

"Goblins sneak and goblins hide,
"Goblins know how to get inside,
"Down the chimney, up the loo,
"Goblins know just what to do."

She moved like a dancer, giving ground, drawing blood with every quick motion of the blade in her hand.

"Goblins sneak and goblins spy,
"Goblins listen for baby’s cry,
"Find the crib and climb beneath,
"Draw the blade and lick your teeth."

There were too many, she realized a little too late.

"Goblins sneak and goblins hide
"Goblins climb up inside,
"Must be quick with shiny knife,
"Never wake-up farmer’s wife."

Tiny fingers pried at her hands, tearing the scalpel away. Tiny arms wrapped around her arms, her legs, her throat. Tiny knives and bludgeons stabbed and beat. As Sister of Mine crashed to the ground, tiny black eyes with lots of tiny sharp teeth leered and giggled at her.

"Goblins sneak and goblins see
"Goblins know when to flee,
"Stuff the baby into sack,
"Run from room, don’t look back."

Bound, blindfolded, gagged, she could only twitch a little as tiny hands lifted her and tiny feet carried her away.

"Goblins sneak and goblins hide,
"Goblins hunt when it’s dark outside,
"Deep in the forest, out of sight,
"Goblins eat tasty baby tonight."

[The First Doctor]

The goblins were crowing about their victory when Moorg returned. He was shaking, and bearing a letter.

To My Esteemed Cousin,
Sisilaya, Princess and Priestess of the Hall of the Wind of Change,
Radiant Daughter of Fair Eibhleann,
Heir and Apprentice of Robin Goodfellow,
Greetings,

You have My thanks for the knowledge of where some few of My goblins had vanished. I give them to you, a gift. May they serve you more loyally than they served Me.

I am, of course, distressed to learn of your travails. My dear cousin, of course you may have the use of one of My Oubliettes. There was once a human girl who offended Me greatly, and in My wrath I ordered the creation of a special Oubliette, deeper and darker than any other. My passions have since cooled, as such passions are wont, but the Oubliette remains. I grant it to you gladly.

And come, let us not speak of 'debts'. We are not merchants, haggling over the price of day-old fish. We are monarchs, I of the Goblin Realm and you of the Hall of the Wind of Change. I gladly come to your aid, My cousin and merely trust that, when I am in need, you will do the same.

Jareth,
King of the Goblin Realm,
Tsar of the Bog of Eternal Stench,
Master of the Underground,
The Labyrinth

[Seren Ash]

The Specialist was rather amused by his phrasing. This child but man, this everything and nothing. All the possibilities, every single one of them. Interesting to say, she had always wanted a male child. Her family only produced females, at least that's all her mother had ever produced, and her sisters. She nodded softly as she listened to all he had to say, then calmly pulled out the compression gun she had modified.

"No worries there, I can handle the Cybermen if needed to. But I expect us to be out of here before then." She said as she looked over at the Meddler, she wanted to hug him. Throw herself at him, and completely debase herself, in thanks for him coming to help her. She looked back at the Would've been King, and then nodded softly. "I'm in on this deal, we need out, and you need possibilities." She said as she threw out her arms.

"I'm going to trust you, and you more then anyone should know how important and special that is." She said this and pressed her fingers to the Diadem upon her forehead, letting the cool stone focus her for a moment. "We must be ready, and when the time comes, we escape. Then, Meddler, we have a mission. We may have to work with many people we never really planned to work with. But there is children to be saved."

She stopped and then smiled rather oddly, as she tilted her head back. "The Council always thought they were steps ahead of me, but I proved them wrong. Oh how I proved them wrong." She said this and then smirked. "Look at what I did to the rassilon be damned fool that thought I would let him kill me again."

[The First Doctor]

With an effort, the Meddlers held his tongue as the Could've-Been King made his pitch. He wanted to throw the offer back in his face, and take a shot at killing him for good measure. The King was a monster, an abomination - and yes, the Meddler was aware of the air of hypocrisy that came from him making that statement. But the Specialist had asked him to let her handle it. So he bit down hard, and waited for the King to give him an excuse.

The excuse didn't come. Instead, the King ranted and raved and made some distressingly good points.

"No worries there, I can handle the Cybermen if needed to. But I expect us to be out of here before then." She said as she looked over at the Meddler, then looked back at the Could've been King, and then nodded softly. "I'm in on this deal, we need out, and you need possibilities." She said as she threw out her arms.

"We must be ready, and when the time comes, we escape."

The Could've-Been King whooped in triumph, and the Meddlers gaped in shock.

"I'm going to trust you, and you more then anyone should know how important and special that is."

The King lept from the desk, clapping his hands. "You won't be disappointed, mom!"

At the same moment, two of the Meddlers spun to face the Specialist. "Are you insane? That's the Could've-Been King!"

"That's me, all right," the King smiled.

"He betrayed us all!"

"I didn't build the Moment."

The Meddlers winced in unison at that, but one of them pressed on. "He cut the heart out of a type 102 TARDIS, and ate it!"

"I needed power," the King said, an apologetic note in his voice that didn't reach his features, "I needed access to the Eye, and the High Council cut me off."

"He'll destroy the universe!"

"NO!" the King shouted, "I WON'T! I never planned to." He shook his head, looking upset. "Just like you wanted to fix things, so that every civilization that ever lived would have a chance to escape the end of the stelliferous age, I want to fix things! I just want everything that could have been to have a chance to actually be! Is that so wrong?"

Three of the Meddlers rounded on the King, the emptiness in their hands casting the shadows of blades on the floor. The King edged around the desk, something blade-like that couldn't be seen flickering in his hands.

"Then, Meddler, we have a mission." The Specialist's voice was hard. "We may have to work with many people we never really planned to work with. But there is children to be saved."

The Meddlers glared at the Could've-Been King, who smiled mockingly back. Then, they lowered their hands and the blades vanished from their shadows. "All right, Specialist," one of them said.

"I'll do it. Because you ask it," said another.

"But I think this is a terrible mistake," said a third.

The weapons of the Could've-Been King vanished to wherever they had come from. He raised his arms. "Group hug?" He waited expectantly for a moment, absorbed the cold stares of the Meddlers, and put his hands in his jacket pocket with an exaggerated air of disappointment. "Guess not."

She stopped and then smiled rather oddly, as she tilted her head back. "The Council always thought they were steps ahead of me, but I proved them wrong. Oh how I proved them wrong." She said this and then smirked. "Look at what I did to the rassilon be damned fool that thought I would let him kill me again."

"With all due respect," one of the Meddlers observed, "I don't believe the High Council could find their own behinds, not with a periscope and a road map."

At the same time, a second Meddler held her close. "And it was well done."

"Now," said another Meddler, glaring at the Could've-Been King, "Where is this famous 'weak spot' you mentioned?"

[Seren Ash]

The Specialist stood by, a bored look on her face as she yawned and covered her mouth. She listened as they went back and forth like children, but let her head rest on the shoulder of the Meddler that still held her. "No, I'm not insane." She said in response as she straightened and shrugged her shoulders a little. "I Would've Been Queen, Meddler. Do you know the power that carries with it. Right now, I'm doing what must be done, to get us out of here." She said this and then cupped the cheeks of one of his forms.

She pressed her forehead to his and smiled softly. "I'm half tempted to forge a pathway, where we can just talk." She taunted softly and kissed him on the tip of the nose. Was that the first time she had kissed someone, yes in a long time. She hadn't kissed someone, other then small children, in a long time. At least not like that. That was when the Meddler changed in her mind. He wasn't a child that needed saving.

He was a male, a male that cared enough, cared deeply enough to save her. She faced the Would've been King, and then did something that seemed completely out of place. "I can understand, you never planned to do any of that. I can taste the council's plots in many things." She said this and then she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. "Hurt me, and you'll never get out." She teased lightly.

This was her nature, he was something that looked like a child. She couldn't resist that. She pushed back his hair and frowned. She reached down on her desk and pulled out a wet napking from a small container there. "Well then, if you are indeed my son that could've been, you are going to sit still and tell your father what you have to say, while I clean up your hands and face."

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Usually, Sisi's eyes were warm, kind even as she viewed upon children or the people she loved. Yet, at seeing this child she could see from her abilities that this certainly was not an innocent child or human for that manner. Her eyes were cold, her face torn in mild contempt as she viewed upon the child as it fought off the hordes of goblins, yet lost miserably. By the time she was bound, blinded and gagged she moved aside of the doorway to allow the goblins back in passage, carrying in the child. She slammed the door shut behind them and locked it back up again.

Walking back in she soon found Moorg standing there, crouching to take the message from him.

"Hold her down" she said airily as she opened the letter, her eyes scanning over the curvy handwriting of the Goblin King. So very typically Royalty she mused with a smile.

Reading the letter brought more questions to her then it gave her answer, her eyes scanning over it several times. Was he calling her princess now too? Hall of the Wind of Change? She frowned, not understanding until she suddenly burst out laughing.

Halls of the Wind of Change.

They meant the TARDIS.

She would mull over it later, now there was work to be done. Moving around the goblins she made her way to the console again, going straight for the screen with the control board. She didn't know to make a portal through those doors to an Oubliette, but she was quite sure she could find the code for it in the history of the TARDIS, the one used by Robin to set up the connection to the singularity on the Gallifreyan black hole.

"Bingo!" She grinned and copied the code, punching in the coordinates to the Labyrintyne Kingdom, pushing into a schematic view of the underground part of it. The large Oubliette the Goblin King spoke of stood out like a beacon. "Must be one hell of a chit if he build that for her" she mused as she pulled the coordinates to the top entrance of the Oubliette. She

She grinned widely as she turned back to the goblins, still holding the child down as she pulled the final lever. The doors opened with a resounding smack, showing the image of the shaft of helping hands. All green and slimy. She walked over to the child, looking down at her as the mischief disappeared from her face to make room for her earlier look of contempt.

"You made a mistake working with my father. But I am not like him, therefore I will not kill you." She paused and looked at the child, a gleam coming in her green eyes "Yet, perhaps in a few weeks or so, you'll wish I had. You''re going to a place where we put one to forget about them. And that's what you will be, forgotten. Haul her in boys." She said, stepping aside with a flourish to let goblins do what they were good at.

"Going down!" She called into the portal to the helping hands before the child was chucked in.

She pulled the lever back again to shut the door behind the girl.

"Now it''s time we get Robin Goodfellow back and murder that dear father of mine once and for all, shall we? We cannot have my dear Godfather missing during the festivities, can we?" She smile, the grin spreading across her face as her eyes glowed up.

Sending children to do his dirty work, she was going to murder him once and for all.

The question was, should she go straight back to the Gallifreyan black hole, or should she try and constrict her fathers movements first.

Her hands stroked over the controls, ghosting over the telepathic connections.

What shall we do, Goddess? Save Robin or take care of our intruder?