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janisthornLeela ran as fast as she could out of the sanctum. She couldn't believe it. They couldn't possibly think she was suitable for that. How could they?
With Xoanon repaired and the Tesh and the Sevateem now free to live together in peace, the future of her world was as bright as ever, thanks to the Doctor. But the time had come to choose a leader - and neither Gentek nor the bloody-minded Caleb could agree on who would receive that honor. Caleb seemed to think the position was his by right, while Gentek refused to be subjected to the rule of a savage.
But then Tomas - Tomas, of all people - had suggested that, since she had spoken to Xoanon, she would be the perfect candidate! She had bristled at authority since the day she was born. She would surely hate the job. And besides, she was too unreasonable - surely the Doctor could tell them that!
But the Doctor had gone. And now she was running after him, blaster in hand, into the forest. She could see him unlocking the door to the TARDIS as she finally caught up to him.
"Doctor!"
The Doctor stopped and turned around.
"Leela!" he said, taking a few steps closer to her. "What are you doing here?"
"I...thought you might need an escort," she said, gesturing with her gun. "The creatures are still out here."
"Oh, you don't need that, Leela. The phantoms were merely projections of Xoanon's disturbed subconscious. He's better now."
Leela smiled slightly. "I suppose you're always right about everything."
The Doctor returned the smile. "Invariably, invariably. Goodbye."
He turned back and began making his way back toward the TARDIS.
"Take me with you!"
The Doctor froze in his tracks. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. "Why?"
"What?" Her brow furrowed as she fumbled for a response. "Well...you like me, don't you?"
"Well, yes, I suppose I do like you. But then, I like lots of people but I can't go carting them around the universe with me. Goodbye."
Leela's jaw clenched as the Doctor turned back once again. She would not be denied so easily. She knew full well that a life of managing the bloated egos of Gentek and Caleb would never suit her, even if the men themselves didn't know it. More importantly, she had seen too many of the people of the universe to turn down an opportunity to see the worlds they came from. She wanted to see all of it - the past, the future, the stars she had looked at through the canopies of the trees as a child, the strange woman who claimed to know her in the future. Everything and everywhere and everywhen. It was an opportunity she would never have again. And it was going to take a lot more than a little word like "no" to stop her from taking it.
She sprinted past the Doctor, threw open the doors of the TARDIS, and ran inside.
"Come out of there," the Doctor said firmly. "Out."
Leela lurched toward the console as the Doctor entered behind her.
"Don't touch that! Don't -"
Too late. Leela pulled the dematerialization lever. With a wheezing, groaning, VWORP, the TARDIS heaved itself into the vortex.
Next stop, everywhere.
With Xoanon repaired and the Tesh and the Sevateem now free to live together in peace, the future of her world was as bright as ever, thanks to the Doctor. But the time had come to choose a leader - and neither Gentek nor the bloody-minded Caleb could agree on who would receive that honor. Caleb seemed to think the position was his by right, while Gentek refused to be subjected to the rule of a savage.
But then Tomas - Tomas, of all people - had suggested that, since she had spoken to Xoanon, she would be the perfect candidate! She had bristled at authority since the day she was born. She would surely hate the job. And besides, she was too unreasonable - surely the Doctor could tell them that!
But the Doctor had gone. And now she was running after him, blaster in hand, into the forest. She could see him unlocking the door to the TARDIS as she finally caught up to him.
"Doctor!"
The Doctor stopped and turned around.
"Leela!" he said, taking a few steps closer to her. "What are you doing here?"
"I...thought you might need an escort," she said, gesturing with her gun. "The creatures are still out here."
"Oh, you don't need that, Leela. The phantoms were merely projections of Xoanon's disturbed subconscious. He's better now."
Leela smiled slightly. "I suppose you're always right about everything."
The Doctor returned the smile. "Invariably, invariably. Goodbye."
He turned back and began making his way back toward the TARDIS.
"Take me with you!"
The Doctor froze in his tracks. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. "Why?"
"What?" Her brow furrowed as she fumbled for a response. "Well...you like me, don't you?"
"Well, yes, I suppose I do like you. But then, I like lots of people but I can't go carting them around the universe with me. Goodbye."
Leela's jaw clenched as the Doctor turned back once again. She would not be denied so easily. She knew full well that a life of managing the bloated egos of Gentek and Caleb would never suit her, even if the men themselves didn't know it. More importantly, she had seen too many of the people of the universe to turn down an opportunity to see the worlds they came from. She wanted to see all of it - the past, the future, the stars she had looked at through the canopies of the trees as a child, the strange woman who claimed to know her in the future. Everything and everywhere and everywhen. It was an opportunity she would never have again. And it was going to take a lot more than a little word like "no" to stop her from taking it.
She sprinted past the Doctor, threw open the doors of the TARDIS, and ran inside.
"Come out of there," the Doctor said firmly. "Out."
Leela lurched toward the console as the Doctor entered behind her.
"Don't touch that! Don't -"
Too late. Leela pulled the dematerialization lever. With a wheezing, groaning, VWORP, the TARDIS heaved itself into the vortex.
Next stop, everywhere.
