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He buttoned up his shirt, smiling gently still. “I need to make sure she gets handed off to the Judoon for punishment. Psychografts are not to be used and the Judoon will want to know.” He said softly. “How are you feeling?”

She watched her, trying not to frown. “Alright.” She didn’t want to sleep. She didn’t want to wake up and find that this was the dream. It was so nice to see the Doctor again.

She blinked, giving a small smile. “It’s ok Doctor.” She said softly. All she had to do was not fall asleep.

The tardis beeped softly as they both walked in, still worried.

“A few months, seven maybe..” she said softly, taking her hand gently. “I lost count..”

She moved away from the Doctor and to the corner of the room, grabbing just her phone and screwdriver before turning around. This still felt unreal to her.. and part of her was still waiting for the dream to stop. It had happened enough that she usually woke up in tears. She didn’t want to do that again. “I’m ready..”

“I’m glad you’re both ok.” She said softly, smiling a little.

It had felt like ages ago since the last hug she had. She blinked a few times, going a bit red but relaxing a little. She hadn’t realized how tense she had gotten standing there. “Good to see you again. Are you ok? Is the tardis ok?” She asked quietly.

Part of her still wasn’t convinced it wasn’t a dream. Even so, the hug was nice.

She watched carefully for a moment, quiet. There was no way. Was she dreaming? Was her mind playing tricks on her since she had decided to try a different city?

“Because if someone caught me and found it on me it would be gone. I wasn’t about to let something precious like that fall into some scum bag’s hands...” she said quietly.

Artemis made her way down the building she was on, heading back to where her stuff was to pack. Better get it done now. She took the back way, slipping past a few guards that had shown up over the months to crack down on the street rats. Toss them in ‘homes’.

She slipped in a back entrance to the building, an old broken window, and headed for the third floor. In the dying light outside, she couldn’t make out exactly who was standing near her things.

She froze near the staircase though, weighing her options of flight..

Artemis watched the sunset, stretching a bit. Well. If she left she should probably do it first thing in the morning. Most everyone would be asleep and she wouldn’t run into any trouble on her way out.

With a soft sigh, she stood up, hesitating. Was it right to leave? It had been months and there was always a chance she’d come back. She still worried about the Doctor, hoping she was ok, but without a way to charge the phone she couldn’t really find out.

The TARDIS gave a soft beep, apologizing to the Doctor for where they landed..

The tardis beeped softly as she landed back on the planet they hadn’t left Artemis on.. worried about her little Nayu.

Almost a year had passed since Arty had been left. It felt like a year anyway. It was more like 7 months.

She had gone back to her old habits, having failed at finding a job yet again to keep her going. Her screwdriver and phone had been stashed away in a loose floorboard for where she was sleeping, but she wasn’t in the building.

She had done her rounds for dinner and was currently a few blocks away from her sleeping spot, sitting on a rooftop. Every day for a few weeks she had made sure to check the spot the TARDIS had disappeared from in case she came back. However, after the weeks turned to months, she went less and less.

Unfortunately she still thought she saw the Doctor everywhere and was now thinking maybe she should try another city? Maybe she’d have better luck finding a job there to live off of for a while. She heard one of the cities to the north had some promise..

The tardis gave a soft beep, unsure of what went wrong herself. She understood the Doctor’s panic though..

He was about to ask her something else as they stepped into the tardis.. and was immediately kissed. He flailed a bit, must resist.. something felt a bit off. He went a bit red though, trying to keep himself focused on the task. Trin had seemed to want to do hot chocolate earlier. What changed?