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Summary: Based off Death in Heaven. I run away with a plot point in the episode.
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It was cold and dark, little room to move. It had to get out. Up. Punch through the wood, get out. It didn’t require oxygen to operate, why didn’t it? Irrelevant. Up, out, stiff movements of limbs, dirt all around it, smothering it. But it didn’t need to breathe.
Finally, its hand reached the surface. It fought its way out until its head appeared from the soil. Quickly, it climbed the rest of the way out. But where was it located? Tombstones everywhere. A cemetery. It looked down at its hands and body. Metal covered its entire body. No, this was its body. Upgraded. Perfected. It turned its head and saw them. Its unit. Cybermen, they were cybermen. Awaiting orders. It turned around and looked at the stone, a familiar name. Sharp pain filled its head.
Jenny Flint. It was known as Jenny Flint before it was upgraded. Human, insignificant.
Pain. Emotions. Weakness. It was defective. Delete. No, error. It didn’t sign the contract. It required emotions, this weakness, this defect. Mission? It searched its databases. Another name. Another species. Silurian.
Vastra.
A security measure failed and memories came flooding in. The first time the Silurian saved it, the day it came to work for her. Their wedding made it back away from its tombstone. The memory of its death weakened its knees and it stumbled back against another tomb.
Jenny Flint. Vastra. Strax. Paternoster Gang. Dead. Netherworld. Refusal. Pain. Rebirth.
She died. She lowered her head, hands clenching into fists. She looked back at her tomb and her shoulders slumped in relief when she didn’t see another name on the tomb. It needed to see her. Where? Searching location. Location found. It stood tall, looked to the sky, and flew.
She hovered over Paternoster Row, not recognizing any of the buildings. What year was this? Searching. 95 years, 4 months, 3 days, 13 hours, 2 minutes, 6 seconds. She paused in flight, high in the sky before dropping down and landed on a roof, not caring which one. Nearly a century had passed. Searching. No information.
Abruptly, it was given orders to move its limbs in certain ways but resisted. A stranger’s voice echoed through her mind, and it looked up at the black cloud above her. Not yet.
She flew into the sky again and sped to the cemetery, hoping to catch him before he disappeared in his blue box. She dropped down beside the Tardis, startling the Doctor and his companion.
It spoke its first word since it’s rebirth. “Vastra.”
The Doctor looked horrified at it but it didn’t care. “Location.”
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She stepped out of the Tardis and watched the building’s entrance from the shadows.
A woman walked out of the door and even with the perception filter, it knew it was her. Much older than the one in her memory banks, but still very much alive and well. It watched until the woman drove off in her car. She nodded to herself and walked back to the Tardis.
Mission complete. Perhaps it will shut down now. She looked forward to it.

Description

Summary: Based off Death in Heaven. I run away with a plot point in the episode.
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It was cold and dark, little room to move. It had to get out. Up. Punch through the wood, get out. It didn’t require oxygen to operate, why didn’t it? Irrelevant. Up, out, stiff movements of limbs, dirt all around it, smothering it. But it didn’t need to breathe.
Finally, its hand reached the surface. It fought its way out until its head appeared from the soil. Quickly, it climbed the rest of the way out. But where was it located? Tombstones everywhere. A cemetery. It looked down at its hands and body. Metal covered its entire body. No, this was its body. Upgraded. Perfected. It turned its head and saw them. Its unit. Cybermen, they were cybermen. Awaiting orders. It turned around and looked at the stone, a familiar name. Sharp pain filled its head.
Jenny Flint. It was known as Jenny Flint before it was upgraded. Human, insignificant.
Pain. Emotions. Weakness. It was defective. Delete. No, error. It didn’t sign the contract. It required emotions, this weakness, this defect. Mission? It searched its databases. Another name. Another species. Silurian.
Vastra.
A security measure failed and memories came flooding in. The first time the Silurian saved it, the day it came to work for her. Their wedding made it back away from its tombstone. The memory of its death weakened its knees and it stumbled back against another tomb.
Jenny Flint. Vastra. Strax. Paternoster Gang. Dead. Netherworld. Refusal. Pain. Rebirth.
She died. She lowered her head, hands clenching into fists. She looked back at her tomb and her shoulders slumped in relief when she didn’t see another name on the tomb. It needed to see her. Where? Searching location. Location found. It stood tall, looked to the sky, and flew.
She hovered over Paternoster Row, not recognizing any of the buildings. What year was this? Searching. 95 years, 4 months, 3 days, 13 hours, 2 minutes, 6 seconds. She paused in flight, high in the sky before dropping down and landed on a roof, not caring which one. Nearly a century had passed. Searching. No information.
Abruptly, it was given orders to move its limbs in certain ways but resisted. A stranger’s voice echoed through her mind, and it looked up at the black cloud above her. Not yet.
She flew into the sky again and sped to the cemetery, hoping to catch him before he disappeared in his blue box. She dropped down beside the Tardis, startling the Doctor and his companion.
It spoke its first word since it’s rebirth. “Vastra.”
The Doctor looked horrified at it but it didn’t care. “Location.”
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She stepped out of the Tardis and watched the building’s entrance from the shadows.
A woman walked out of the door and even with the perception filter, it knew it was her. Much older than the one in her memory banks, but still very much alive and well. It watched until the woman drove off in her car. She nodded to herself and walked back to the Tardis.
Mission complete. Perhaps it will shut down now. She looked forward to it.