New York - Future - Pt 2

8527 A.D. - New York

Police Enforcer was the nickname for Police of Justice Against Criminal Behavior Enforcement Department. It acted similar to the police department from the pre-biochemical world, yet it was different in many other aspects. Such as the right to kill, the right to infiltration information, right to use massive destruction weapon, etc. Of course, it always came with the risk of being dead almost at the rate of every few minutes. It was normal to walk into the office to find a sign hanging today's death toll of the day along with names written upon it. There was even an ongoing betting pool for the next person to be dead! In this dreadful world, death equivalent the consumption of food for the day.

Kyro Kuros, being the only human in this world, was always on top of this list. His odds of surviving, combined with twisted luck landed himself on number one on betting pool chart, yet somehow he had survived among this horrible stink for the last six years. Pity, the betting pool on Kyro's head was quite a lump some, and many citizens in the city have a nasty habit to bet on everything.

Today wasn't different than any other days. The sign above the hologram billboard illuminated the death toll of the day, along with the primary cause of death. The usual cause of death was either vampire rampage killing spree or other forms of brutal bloodlust rampage. Nothing new. Kyro ruffled his gray hair a few times before recalling the 'call' from the director.

Strolling with his hands tucked in his rumble waist vest pockets, he made a beeline to the director's cubical. "You looking for me, monkey?" Kyro said in a teasing tone as he leaned upon the doorframe. His boss, a hybrid specious that is entirely unknown to Kyro, though physically could be catalog as a walking, talking ape.

"Touche, I am hoping you can deal with 5th Ave problem, though I heard it just gotten tricky with some petty bloodshed. Lord knows I want a holiday. Can't they just get along for one bloody day?" Kyro's boss, Franklin complained while hs scratched his thick beard before slumping back into his chair while waving his finger around doing some sort of documentation, or was it playing chess? It couldn't be sure, as stimulation screens have privacy settings on them.

Kyro grunted as he waved his hand in acknowledging the whole problem. He went back to his desk and flick open a hidden drawer as he drew out the suitable weapons for such assignment. A gun, a lot of silver bullets, some smoking guns, and a compact bow with a load of arrows. That should do the trick, as Kyro mused while he flipped his signage on the billboard to 'Working Outside,' while he left the office space.

"Just another day in the office. Bloody idiots."

Walking down the street with ease. Kyro ruffled his gray hair, of course, he didn't forget to jump over a few potholes, some random arm that struck out of the dark alleyway, or a foot that didn't notice his small little human frame. Jesus, look around you walk! Kyro grunts a few times, avoiding a fight in all chance while he heads for the destination.

5th Avenue. Named after the former glory high street of New York. Of course, it is still a quaint street to walk around in current New York with all the glamor flicking off the buildings; that is if one can ignore all the darker aspect that roam this street. It had become a place that holes every shitty business that one can buy with money. That been said, woman are like garbage, while clothing never lasted more than a few days, weapons come and go as if water and one's life is no better than dirt.

Kyro stood at the start of the 5th Avenue as he gazed at a pile of .... garbage. A small crowd already gathered around that small hill of garbage as they dug around for anything valuable. Correction, the pile of garbage, is .... bodies. Lots of bodies. Judging from the dismemberment of the bodies, Kyro suspected to be territory fights over ''customers".

"Isn't that great? Just another day." With that said Kyro swung out the gun as he loaded it up with ammo before carefully treading the body field. His eyes lingered around each corner, alert and tense as he walked along the battlefield. He could still faintly hear the fights going on as weapons clashed against each other. He was not impressed at all. Walking closer to ground zero, Kyro ducked slightly to avoid a near call a blade, while jumping slightly to prevent tripping over someone's limbs.

Kyro knew why he was sent in the first place. It was simple. He looked harmless. Cheers.

New York - Future - Pt 1

8527 A.D - New York

The sky rumbled faintly as if someone's belly had been rumbling due to hunger before the clouds violently shifted colors in a quick rapid manner before settling back to its original state of gray gloom. Oh. The sky had been like that forever... ever since the rift been open. It seems to become just a normal thing that people simply don't bat a single eye anymore upon this odd pattern of weather.

New York had become the center point of all madness as the binding of the parallel worlds seems to be the most normal thing, in this already chaos world. That been said, supernatural beings, creature beings, hyper cross over beings, and the many 'other' category of species seem to be the most normal thing upon the streets of New York. This been indicated previous, a bit of insight should be provided upon this paranormal sensation for the mass to understand the land.

It was roughly five years ago when this dramatic changed happen for the 'new era' of New York. That been said, the population of 'original' or 'native' species had finally risen back to pre-World War, correction, pre-biohazard war period. Though the atmosphere of Earth sadly still retained in a toxicity atmosphere even though it had become less condense. Human never returned back toward Earth, as Earth was considered as forbidden planet or somewhat regard as 'mythical danger planet' through the galaxy. Despite 2000 years had passed from the ruin period upon Earth, population upon the planet were still upon the lower count due to the nature of supernatural species. Only a few of the 'former' cities had finally sprung back into life. These cities include London, New York, Beijing, and Tokyo.

The 'new era' of New York was simply a blend of old ruin with new buildings that had the flair of Victorian style among it - feel free to blame the vampires as that group of species liked to stake the claim of 'oldest' crowd upon the land. It was also a city that built upon an island that seem far to say as simply an island. Once in a while, the grounds of New York seem to be alive, yet at times seem to be simply just an island. In truth, the island of New York was slap upon the rift of two worlds making the place half alive due to the energy of the rift seeping deep into the grounds.

The sky ramble again as the clouds seem to always simmer low upon the buildings again. Shadows of huge species seem to slowly roam through the city before disappearing among the clouds again. The sound of battle seem to be the most normal thing around the city, not to say dead bodies seem to be another normal scenery upon the rubbles of the streets.

It was just one of those days.

A human figure walked among this wired world. Correction. It should be stated as the only human that do walk upon this planet. A male figure that slowly paddle among the busy streets of New York, ruffling up his soft gray hair before stretching his slender limbs as he let his rumble suit slump back upon his figure. He yawned again as he walked efficiently away from the pavement avoiding the falling pieces from a nearby building. It was quite common in New York to stumble upon fallen building or mass destruction. After all, the rift between the two world was not that 'perfectly' in harmony. It also should be mention, battles upon the thrive to show power was another problem in this world, as species fought tooth to tooth with other species.

"Just another day...." The male faintly grumbled as turning around the corner before he was abruptly stopped by a large hand that intercepted his pathway. He slowly gazed up toward a 7-foot figure that had a huge eyeball spawning upon the top of its head that suddenly focus intensely upon him. "Seriously..." The male grumbled again as his mood just hit the pit bottom as the figure tried to block his way again as he turned his heels to roam away from a very forecastable result of the fight.

"You look so delicious, little.... being."

The sinister mechanic voice didn't alter nor frighten the male, instead, the male suddenly leaped upward using the building as support as he flicked his hand allowing a weapon formed into his hand before he made a motion of slicing down. Just as the male landed back down onto the ground the huge figure slowly collapses onto the ground before turning into a pile of dust.

"They just never learn," He muttered as he kept on walking while his weapon dissolved back into thin air. The male didn't stop until a few more blocks later as he walked into a glamour building.

'ID. Sir.' Once entered the building a machine voice spoke as an invisible force made all species unable to move forward.

Without much a word the male took out a badge and swiped upon a machine before he walked further in the building.

'Welcome back, Mister Kyro Kuros. The director is already waiting for you upon the top floor.'

The male - Kyro Kuros merely made a grunt sound as he waited impatiently for the elevator to appear while he ducked his head low. Kyro was really just in the mood to deal with 'brats' as he easily could tell a vampire stood behind him while a mutated elf stood beside him. He stood there tapping his feet gently upon the marble floor as he waited... waited.... waited.... until a large bang than rumble was heard and broken glass sound were made as if something flew out.

It was simply another day in the office for 'police enforcer' department of justice. Pathetic.

Skaro - The Doctor

How did a race come to only know hate? The Doctor could never quite understood how could a race be boiled down to simply one single emotion, yet it had happened. At times, he simply couldn't wait to strangle every single living item that label themselves as Dalek, other time he simply held regret and remorse for this race. Then again, the pure emotion of hate had fluid the Doctor for a very long time, even the encounter of the Master could not erase his hate for the Dalek. It was simply too personal. Simply... simply... he had lost the ability to describe this event for thousands of years, it still stings upon the tip of his tongue.

The Doctor would point out to any willing by-passer that wouldn't judge him upon every move that had been made previously, that even the Master couldn't spark so much emotion among his twin hearts. Alright, the range of emotion he given toward his wife would be only his private section of 'emotion'. It is on reserve. No. The Dalek ... they stir far too many memories for the Doctor's mind. Far too many.

In the pit bottom of his mind, the Doctor always knew he had encountered the Dalek almost on every turn of his travel. Some easily sorted, some not so easily sorted, and there were those he simply hated the actions he himself took to ensure no other would suffer. The Dalek had caused far too many drops of blood spilled upon his hands, it was these blood that reminded the Doctor he was far from... mercy to all species.

Here the Doctor stood among the same room with Davros.

The mock, the taunt, the creepy laugh from Davros was simply making the Doctor sick. He hated it. He stared at furious the Davros. The words echoing among his ears as he walked slowly and around Davros as he wondered what had this genius got up in his sleeve this time.

"Why did I ever bother to let you live?"

The Doctor asked with hate seeping through his words, his fist clutch together as he walked close up toward Davros. However, deep among the Doctor's mind, he recalled why he let Davros lived, it was the mercy of forgiveness that was long installed into his mind lead him to let this happen. Simply... his wife had reminded him, all time shall pass and all evil shall return to none even it would take forever to achieve. Indeed... he had witnessed a rise of evil to be only rammed over by time itself. Time was the greatest weapon against all living things. Though, how many death could happen between the rise to the end?

Of course, Davros being Davros would have made plans to go against him. The Doctor being a fool in a way that hopped for a drop of mercy among Davros was once again diminished. It sickens the Doctor more to know Davros had linked every Dalek with him to supply his own sense of need to be 'immortal'; what kind of race, correction, creature... monster would do such things to any sort of living being? Actually correction again, the Dalek don't have the mind. The Dalek are a race that only understand the word 'hate' and 'follow the leader'.

It seems....

The question had always been there for the Doctor, how much hate could a race really hold? How crazy was it to build a race base upon the emotion of hate?

The Doctor slowly closed his eyes as he saw the planet of Skaro blow up. He stood there and thought for a long moment... Mercy.

The word mercy.

Of course. Mercy.

Present

2015 A.D.

Beep Beep Beep....

Smack.

A hand slowly creep out under the covers and quickly smacked upon the offending noise before rolling back into a ball. The figure snug even deeper into a yarn ball as the sun ray creep through the thick curtains. Finally the last straw of waking up the yarn ball was the constant beeping of the computer than follow with a disturbing ring tone ringing through the mobile. The hand reached out blindly toward the nightstand to try and stop the annoying ring tone.

The ring tone merely stopped for a moment before the computer screen located at the far end of the room light up popping up a video chat with a bald man sitting promptly waiting patiently for the figure among the bed to acknowledge him. After a long moment, it was clear such acknowledgement wouldn't be noticed. The bald man spoke in a odd humor tune.

"Spider. Itchy tiny little spider....."

It was the last straw needed for the figure to snap open her dark brown eyes to glare right at the bald man upon the screen. The motion... well it was a flip of the bird, a clear indication of her not so happy mood.

"Yikes, you are more cheery than normal."

The woman rolled her eyes faintly as she slowly slide herself upright leaning against the headboard as she made a tap tap motion to indicate her patients running extremely low. The bold man grumbled as he turned his head just a bit to hear someone on the back calling his name,

"Merlin! I need that escape route right now! Holly Shit, they are after me!"

The bold man - Merlin gave an irritated look as he typed away as he grumble under his breath, "They think I'm some sort of machine, I mean... We all know there are two A.I machine battling in United States... I really don't need to input into that battle field."

The woman rolled her eyes as she slide out of her bed as she let her lethal nudity body been seen in daylight. Of course, Merlin had to add a light whistle in the background.

"Laveda. I have a favor to ask, it is about Kentucky. We are short staffed at the current rate, as you may have notice the horrible incident upon Valentine." 

Merlin pushed his glasses several times upon the screen hoping the reflection of his glasses would be enough to dodge the length of questions that might be dished out from the woman - Laveda - due to the expression in his eyes. He knew very much this might be a lost battle as 'The Spider' - Laveda, had long in plant a seed among their system long before computer might existed. He still haven't even figure out what was the bug that Laveda long planted. 

Laveda stretched her body ignoring Merlin in the process as her hand reached for her phone typing rapidly among the small screen, her eyes once in a while flicker toward the screen that held Merlin's image. Merlin wasn't going to push as he learnt the hard way while dealing with Laveda. He simply sat in his spot waiting patiently for Laveda to finish her investigation. 

'Payment is a new version of your tablet. No argument.'

Laveda finished snooping around in the Kingsman server as she in ease replied back to Merlin letting her words flashed right onto Merlin's screen. Merlin groaned lightly but quickly agreed without arguing. After all... Laveda is very hard to hire.

'Don't try to track me.' 

A second sentence flashed upon the screen as Merlin sighed in the end agreeing, as once again he was defeated by the mighty Spider. 

Zip.

The screen went blank. Laveda paddle slowly around her apartment, flick and fumbling around various places. These include a few floor boards, head post, under pit of the drawer, along with kitchen. Of course, those was simply a small fraction of her total collection as the whole apartment was rigged to her own taste. Especially a room for a super computer that run on it's own energy. A safe for every room, a lot bugs hidden in every possible place and a mini jamer that can do magnetic stripping of any electronic device. Not to say, lots of weapon stash in the most innocent form of daily items. Laveda smirked lightly as knowing a lot of people tried to get into her place with no avail.

"It is absolutely terrifying, yet exciting to see you in those moods."

This innocent sentence made Laveda looked up as she smiled gently upon the tall lean man that was leaning against the door frame. She gave a cheeky grin before wager her finger gently indicating she didn't really care much.

"I know. I won't ... um... say anything. Right. I suppose. Right.... um, you know that whole Valentine thing could have killed everyone in another universe."

It wasn't spoken in a question as the man ran his fingers over his bald head before scratching the back of his head gently into a big grin smile. It was one of those ruthless and sadness mixed into one big smile that made Laveda halt her steps for a moment. She put down her bag as she walked up toward the man, using both hand she cupped up his face into her palm smiling gently.

'I know you will save me. The parallel universe isn't something you can help, but this universe, I know you will come to me, Theta.'

The Doctor spread his smile gently as he landed a light feather kiss upon her forehead.

"You are worth it. Off you go."

'You just love me that much.'

"Cheek."

San Francisco - The Doctor - Pt II

The Doctor woke up with a start. Beads of cold sweats slowly trickle down his forehead as he gasped for air, he held upon his shirt as he struggle to regain the rapid beating of his twin heart among his own chest. Slowly and stead he rolled his eyes as he tried to brush away the odd dream in his mind, yet he knew it would never happen as he recalled every detail too well in the presence of his mind. He gently shook his curly hair a few times as if attempting to ease away the memory, yet it wasn't helping much. Finally, he got up from his position as he slowly climbed up to peek at the console among the T.A.R.D.I.S for a moment. It was only than did he realized the time period he unintentionally landed among, as it had been one of time period that he long forbid himself to land among it. Shit. The Doctor almost cursed himself in the process for his careless mistake. Oh well.... The Doctor thought for a mere moment before he tried to flicker the switches upon the console panel in hope to travel into another time period. At least... less painful one, yet the T.A.R.D.I.S didn't bulge at all. It simply gave a light humming sound upon the engine before settling back down into pure silence again.

"Oh dear.... I didn't injure you right? Sweetie, come on, THIS is not a time era for either one of us."

The Doctor patted the console gently before bending down to kiss upon the panel before he went back flicking through the various switches. The T.A.R.D.I.S simply hummed lightly again before returning back to pure silence again. The Doctor grunted before sitting upon the floor as he gazed up upon the T.A.R.D.I.S. He held a fond smile upon his lips as he swamp his eyes left to right a few times as if trying to make up his mind.

"Fine, you win. Sweetie, I will visit my beloved. Happy now?"

The T.A.R.D.I.S hummed lightly this time before the wooden door of the T.A.R.D.I.S swung open revealing the world outside of the T.A.R.D.I.S. The Doctor slowly got up as he adjusted his clothing along with scarf and hat before strolling out. He breathed in the surrounding sight of the busy crowded street that were swamp with various cadets roaming around in their Star Flee uniform. The Doctor scratched his messy curly hair a few times before adjudging his hat once more as he tried to determinate his direction of the day.

The Doctor being the playful persona he held in heart, he walked passed the many Star Flee cadets while he made a face before taking out jelly babies to pop into his mouth. Once in a while the Doctor would decide to flick a jelly babies right at one of the cadet's head just to see their reaction. In conclusion, the Doctor found humor in every single thing surrounding him to be .... interesting? At least the wincing facial expression from one of the Vulcan after being the victim of jelly babies was totally worth it.

"Have you heard? The new Star Flee crew is coming together, I heard Lieutenant Misoto Lee will be part of it. He is simply a very interesting person, though not to say his loner personality do get on everyone's nerve."

The Doctor paused for a long moment upon hearing such words, he slide behind a lamp post as he slide his eyes right and left while listening. Finally he made a funny face before laughing upon himself. Of course, his beloved one would make it. He always knew his beloved one was clever in every way, though he also knew people would talk. Heck. Even he wondered at times if his beloved one would actually succeed upon a space ship. Nope. Actually the Doctor knew his beloved one would succeed. After all.... that was what the T.A.R.D.I.S was for!

The childish personality among the Doctor seem to be in full swing as he strolled through the grounds of the academy. Once in a while he would halt for a brief moment as he offered jelly babies toward various Vulcan cadets while teasing back upon their lack of able to telepathically understood him. It wasn't until he bumped into Commander Spock.

"Oui.... Not fun, I mean, would you want a jelly babies?" The Doctor rubbed his forehead gently before adjusting his hat once more while his other hand fished into his pocket and dished out a handful of jelly babies toward Commander Spock. It wasn't too surprise to see a confusing face ran across the Vulcan. After all, dully noted, Vulcan are a race that never did take humor, emotion, pop culture reference well in any form. Too bad. The Doctor was in his usual prank mood as he winked and tossed a jelly babies right into the Commander Spock's mouth the moment that tight lip mouth popped open.

"Ummm...." Commander Spock coughed lightly upon the unexpected intrusion of jelly babies, "That is very rude, sir." The Doctor stick his tongue out in a very childish manner as reply before tossing another jelly babies right at Commander Spock once more. This time Commander Spock merely tilted his head as avoiding the 'violent' attack of jelly babies.

"You lots are too stiff up, loosen up, young lad." The Doctor grin and wink in the same process before strolling off once more leaving a confusing Commander Spock behind. Of course, that included a very clouded mind of Commander Spock as for once he couldn't telepathy someone's mind properly.

The Doctor strolled along a random path, or so what everyone around him thought he was, only stopping once in a while to make funny faces at the spotless sting windows before strolling along once more. Finally, the Doctor halted upon a door. He quickly rubbed his finger upon his jacket before licking his finger with his tongue and slack those fingers right into his curly hair to try and straight things up. Once he some what manage to tame those curly hair up, he stuck his face right upon the spotless reflection glass to check his teeth for any evidence of jelly babies among it. It was only upon final fleeing thought that the Doctor decided to adjust the angel of his hat and scarf.

All set. All appearance look normal. Nothing... wild on the face or anywhere. The Doctor strolled in the room as he gazed around the cozy apartment. Odd. His beloved one seem to not been back yet.

The Doctor was somewhat lost in his mind when he finally heard the light click than sliding door sound that indicate the return of the owner. He beamed a light sweet smile upon his lips as he stood aside and lingered himself in the shadow. He watched, he waited, he halted his breath....

Finally...

"Glad to see me, Lambda?" The Doctor couldn't help blurting out that sentence as he opened his arms up to greet his beloved one. Of course, he was rewarded in return.

Not bad. Not bad.

Future - San Francisco

2256 A.D. - San Francisco

Ever since the last destruction upon World War III, the world had changed in its own dramatic yet predicable pattern. World War III left its own mark upon Earth as certain areas had became inhabitable for human. Nuclear warfare always left nasty aftermath upon the land, such repeated pattern was an regret upon the human history. Then again, human always move forward as the human race had raised another notch upon technology, along with the outcome of branching out into the wide universe had became unavoidable in the end. The first contact of outer life had changed the landscape of how human seen of the world, Vulcan were intelligent species as they taught human many technology. Though many questioned how the Vulcan had came to Earth, it was only whisper in the myth that a man in a blue police box had something to do with it; however, none was proven. The Starfleet had became the leading organization to seek out other life forms in the vast land of stars.

Misoto Lee was a very serious man as he was one of the leading researchers upon time travel throughout the whole United Federation of Planets. He was born in 2230 A.D. in Ireland, Earth. Most of the time he barely mention about his childhood as he often found it as a distraction toward his research, though once in a while he would let it slip. He still recalled the vast green valley rolling down a step hill, and just a little bit over the step hill was a nuclear created valley that no plants would ever grow among. Then again he would merely pointed that out he never could ran down the hills to actually enjoy the vast green land. Misoto was born under the heavy influence of nuclear practical leading his legs to never able to function properly. The wheel chair had became his best friend, though he didn't seem to mind it as he could boss everyone around to help him.

It was another day in the Starfleet Academy that is located in San Francisco, Misoto had just finish another long irritated talk with his fellow colleague upon the important calculation of nuclear input to activate the warp hole system. Well, in truth it was much like creating a worm hole that would allow two destination become connected and allow passage to travel. This was a knowledge Misoto never quite fully expressed toward his own colleague as many believe time warp was simply rippling through the fabric of universe with the speed of light to travel.

Misoto slowly rolled his wheelchair long the grounds of the academy, he barely even care of the chatter surrounding him as he simply strolled through the crowd. He only stopped once or twice to raised his stern voice to excuse the crowd in hoping to pass through. He ignored all the excitement of the academy students of the recruitment for the latest Starfleet crew - The Enterprise. After all no crew wish to have a cripple upon the dock when traveling in space. Misoto for sure didn't thought he would be halt by someone in the ranks of the captain.

"Lieutenant Lee." it was enough to make Misoto to actually gazed up and focus upon the speaker. Misoto was never a handsome man, nor he was ugly, he simply held a complex feature that always make people felt hesitate to engage a conversation. "I am here to inform your latest post, as to join the Enterprise." That certainly brought a bit shock upon Misoto as he opened his thin cracked lips a few times before speaking in his harsh voice, "Thank you, that is indeed a news to bring in odd moments, Captain." he said as he gave a nodding head as he started to stir his wheelchair back to its original destination.

It wasn't until the day had settle to night that Misoto actually did considered the words from the Captain as he gazed from his room. His eyes lingered upon the many design layouts upon his wall along with endless madness drawings of various Starfleet ship engines. Finally, his eyes settle upon a design that stood out from the other designs. It was a console pack with various buttons and gears that had contain many odd tubs in the center. It was only than Misoto faintly muttered among his empty room, "Theta."

Misoto long knew deep in his heart there was someone out there in the wild universe, someone that actually knew the truth behind every star and every culture that was beyond the United Federation of Planets's data base record. Most of the time Misoto almost felt he could felt or even daring to say taste the juicy knowledge upon the very tip of his own finger tip, though he had yet understand why he felt that way. He did know the truth behind the myth of the mad man that lead to the bond of Vulcan and human race, as he gladly illustrate the truth in depth to any willingly listen souls.

With those thoughts in mind, Misoto slowly strolled his wheelchair up toward his wall as he gazed upon the console design, he lingered smile upon his lips as he muttered gently, "Theta, where are you?" It was as if the question was answered as a pair of hand gently landed upon Misoto's shoulder. The warmth of the hands were enough indication for Misoto to gently turned his head sideways and upward as he smiled faintly. "Theta, the Enterprise had recruited me."

"I am glad, Lambda."

Gallifrey - Origin - The Doctor

The first time the Doctor met his beloved wife, it was an extraordinary event that he shall never forget. Soon, the Doctor notice things that were 'off' about his wife. Yes yes, one had to be clear, even as a time-tot the time lords were never simply just a child. They were child with an adult brain and vast knowledge that longed pound into their minds prior birth. They were never simply care free children in all ways. The Doctor would say he wished he was as innocent as a child to begin with, yet every Gallifrey children were never innocent from the very start.

His wife... Right. Sound about right to call Lambda his wife. It was almost an year now since their accidental bonding in that dreadful stone cell. The young Doctor was still not too sure how to put his fingers upon this whole incident, his mind was still wondering if that bond was even true or not. He was just a time-tot in the eyes of the Time Lord.

It was another day for the young Doctor as he ran up hill to the little house that been built with red brick and huge glass windows. It was built among the red tall grasses and silver leaf trees towering over the building, making it nearly impossible to spot the place unless knowing before hand. The young Doctor couldn't help being childish as he slowly and sneaky slipping around the red brick wall. He slowly peeked inside of the house through the edge of the huge window as if hoping to surprise Lambda. Surprise? If only that could happen at all...? Never mind. The young Doctor was determined to surprise Lambda.

"Spotted you." his wife said gently in a light melodic tune, it was the best voice that the young Doctor had ever heard upon the whole Gallifrey. The young Doctor couldn't help sticking his tongue out in a tease before he strolled around going into the house. There was one thing his wife lack... emotion. It was something the young Doctor figured out pretty much from day two. She understood a lot of things, yet when it came to emotion she didn't understand any of it. "Not surprise to see me?" The young Doctor asked as he walked into the house and flung himself right onto Lambda's lap as he warped his arms around Lambda's neck nuzzling gently in the progress.

Of course, Lambda's expression never changed at all as she blinked down upon the young Doctor. "Theta, I fail to understand what is there to be surprise about." The young Doctor could only sigh gently as he grumble in the crock of Lambda's neck as he explained the emotion of surprise. "You are happy to see me in the unexpected way, since I originally said I won't able to see you until next week."

There was a long period of silent as the young Doctor could tell Lambda was processing the explanation. In the end, a hand thread through his soft black hair slowly and tenderly as if it was concerning all the information while tending him in love. "Ok, it make sense, though still doesn't explain your availability." her voice came next as she finally agreed and accepted the explanation, though the young Doctor knew there would always come with a demand for explanation upon another emotion surfacing into question sooner or later.

"Lambda, you ever wanted to know what is beyond these stars?" the young Doctor pulled back just a bit to let his vision into the eyesight of his wife. The expression upon his wife was clear, it was a light odd confuse look as she didn't quite grip upon the question the young Doctor inquired of. "Beyond these stars are various life forms, different culture, different colony, though all shared the same life cycle. The same life cycle of birth to death, the same of harsh beginning toward a blossom society that would fall into the hands of war that lead to the destroy of all creation." The young Doctor listened with the wisdom his wife contain as she taught everything she knew toward the young Doctor. She was his mentor of knowledge, he was her teacher in understanding emotion. Maybe this bond thing wasn't too bad after all. The young Doctor smiled gently as he slide both of his hand onto the cheek of Lambda as he leaned in and press a firm kiss upon her lips. He liked it. Yap. Never ever shall he let go of his wife. She was his most prized love one.