Isolation

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  • Teen
  • Swearing
  • Action/Adventure, Angst, Character Study, Drama, General, Introspection

“Why should we come with you?” said the Doctor with contempt. “Don’t you see what we are? We both shaped a universe in our image. You should revere us as gods!”

Her Ergon was roaring and Omega’s was, too. Both of them were flapping furiously overhead. But now Yaz saw she could speak over them. She’d be able to own the conversation.

Feel your authority, the Watcher inside her was saying. When you do it right, you’ll know that it’s you in control.

“You aren’t gods,” said Yaz. “You’re only people, same as me. Maybe you’re smarter or do some amazing things. None of that means you’re above the law. I’ve met loads of lads back in Sheffield who thought they were, too.You’re both no different. Not really.”

The sharp and angular Ergon roared in rage.

“There are no laws!” Omega said. “The Time Lords”–

“The Time Lords are dead,” said Yaz. “There’s nothing coming back to replace their rule. There’s only the laws that we all make, together.”

The Ergon like fire cried in a million screams.

“Do you know what’s been done in the name of your laws?” said the Doctor. “The atrocities?”

“I’ve seen enough, yeah,” said Yaz. “I know what humanity’s like. Our laws are a long way from perfect. But they’re all we have.”

Omega laughed.

“The laws you made are just like those of my people,” he said. “Arbitrary. They are not written into the world”–

“Of course they aren’t!” said Yaz, noticing she was assertive now. “You idiot. What, you think police all think justice just happens if we all stay at home in our beds? We know that it’s all on us. And we do it ‘cause we want to make sure things are better. That’s something that needs all of us, not one person. Not going on being alone.”

Above her she thought she saw the Ergons wobble, their wings start to strain. Like the weight of her words was finally pulling them down.

“I’ve seen how the police work up close,” she said. “I’m not naive. But I have seen justice done, and it’s better than this. Whatever you’re both doing now.”

Maybe no one had been kind to them, she suddenly realised. Maybe that’s why they’d both been so lonely, collapsing down into themselves.

“There is another way to do this,” she said. “You can both settle down, and stop. No charges, I’ll let you off free. God knows you’ve been punished enough.”

“I was punished with eternity,” Omega said.

Yaz shook her head.

“We don’t hold with that in the Sheffield Police,” she said. “If you’ve done your time for the crime, then that’s enough. We believe that people – anyone”–

“Can change”, said the Doctor, softly. Her voice was her own, and she didn’t sound angry at all.

The bandages binding her cracked, falling away. Heavily, she clonked down to the ground.

“Redemption?” said Omega slowly. “If that were true– then Sheffield would be greater than the Time Lords, after all…”

His bandages fell apart too, and he fell to the ground below. It had been parched and barren, but as he landed it looked fresh once more. Shoots of grass poked up from under him as he got onto his feet.

His Ergon was smaller without him. Weaker. Once again, it wasn’t a bird at all– it was the strange, cloaked figure Yaz had seen when she had first come to this place. Its robe was clean and sleek, with no more wings. Its mask was once more three twisted slits of contempt.

“YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE ME,” the figure said as it floated in the sky.

“Yes,” said Omega as he looked up at the clearing sky. “I thought that once, as well.”

He smiled dreamily, without anger.

“It was strange that they called me Omega,” he said. “That symbol; it’s not about eternity. It signifies an ending”–

“I AM YOU, OMEGA!” the figure roared. “YOU ARE YOUR RAGE!”

The ground was reforming and the flowers were blooming again. In the distance a castle was building up out of the ground.

“You are,” Omega said. “As everything here is me. When one is consumed by their rage, it can define them. Their anger is all that anyone else can see. But it is never all the only thing a person is.”

“YOU WERE THE ONLY TIME LORD WORTHY TO BEAR THAT TITLE. YOU WERE THE GREATEST OF THEM!”

“Perhaps I was a lot of things,” said Omega. “And perhaps it didn’t matter, not really. We’re all so small, after all.”

He laughed.

“When you put it beside something as big as a universe”–

–he waved to take in the world that was also himself–

–“Omega is nothing in the end,” he said.

The mask dropped empty to the ground below, smashing into fragments on the soil.

Omega was silent for a moment. His world was calm.

“That was easy,” he said in wonder. “Strange, isn’t it? When you’re trapped for a billion years. You hope that getting out of it might be hard.”

There was only silence.

“Doctor?” he said. “I was saying that beating it was easy”–

He stopped talking as he turned round, finally seeing what the Doctor’s bird had become. She was looking at it with utter disgust and horror–

It was still a bit like a bird, if you could call it that. But far too tall and bony. Unconvincing. Like a plucked chicken, or an emu that had seen better days. You’d have laughed at it before you ever thought it could be scary. It stood on the ground before her, too lanky to move.

“It’s an Ergon,” said Omega. “Like the one I had before.”

The Doctor looked at the ground, too embarrassed to speak.

“My desire, my will,” she said. “My me. Yeah. It’s that.”

She sighed.

“Beneath our rage is... shame,” she said. “Of what we are inside. What we’re hiding. The monster I’m most scared of, it’s always been that. Because it’s ridiculous.”

She looked up, tears now in her eyes.

“And it’s me,” she said.