Sweet Sorrow Reservation

Baileaf sighed, tilting a small container to her mouth and taking a large sip of the liquids it held. Leaning back in her chair, her eyelids fluttered for a moment, as if she were caught in a daze, though she closed them in the end. Releasing a small groan, she opened one dark blue eye, peering around slightly before opening the other and standing up. Bay was still in her small cottage, now standing in the kitchen. It was early morning, maybe 5 o'clock. Glancing out the window, she noticed the sun had yet to rise, keeping the world in it's shadow. She could barely see through the darkness, as trees clouded her vision, blocking out what little moonlight there was.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." She hastily mumbled, squeezing her palms together and dropping to the ground. Praying was something she often did. As a small child, she had attended church every now and again with her father and siblings. It was a big deal to him. She would always get squished in the backseat as Saffron and Sage argued, putting her right in the middle. Bay smiled at the thought, remembering it as if it were yesterday.
She scolded herself silently as she stood back up, checking her watch and noticing she had wasted a half of an hour, lost in thought. She moved to the fridge and opened it, reviewing its contents. I should go to town and pick up some food, She thought, grabbing a carton of eggs and plopping them down on the counter. Pulling the skillet from underneath the stove, she greased it with butter and cracked an egg into it.
"Nothing says 'Good Morning' like a nice warm egg, sunny side up." She said cheerfully, taking another sip from her flask and sputtering a cough into the crook of her arm. Her stomach growled and she patted it, "Just wait, impatient tummy. I'll feed you in a moment."

"Now, I know your TARDIS is incredibly old and all, but it shouldn't make that sound... are you leaving the brakes on?" Brooklyn asked the Doctor as he landed.
It would be her last trip for awhile. She hoped where ever he was leaving her wouldn't be too boring. But even if it was, it would be better than staying with him. He treated her like a child, just because she hadn't technically graduated The Academy yet. Her graduation was the next week. She would've graduated, if everything hadn't gone up in flames. Images from Gallifrey's last day flashed in her mind. She shook her head, trying to get them out. Her one and only fault was being haunted by them. The Doctor didn't notice, instead turning to her. "I told the TARDIS to come somewhere where you'd be entertained for a long time. When you're ready to move on, send a message and I'll pick you up. If something happens to me, I'll send the TARDIS to you and you'll take it. You can drive, can't you?"
"Of course I can drive. You would just never let me help you, even though a Type 40 TARDIS is supposed to be driven by six people, not one,"
He shrugged, and she left without a word, stepping into the outside world.

Safar had been walking along the road for quiet a while, he knew the general direction of the Reservation but wasn't that sure of where it was exactly. Eventually he stumbled upon a town, the young Avatar stopped to rest at this town. Realizing he had no money for food he sat down outside of a building with his staff snug against his chest and his robes wrapped tightly around him. Hoping that maybe he'd meet someone from the Reservation or at least someone would be kind enough to give him a helping hand.

Kalasariz flew through the sky, looking for the Reservation. He saw a strange machine suddenly appear from thin air and decided to investigate, diving towards it he landed near by and saw a girl come out. Approaching cautiously he asked, "What are you?" witnessing the machine disappear.

"What are you?" she heard someone ask. She resisted the urge to jump.
"I'm a Time Lord... Lady..." she said. Some people hadn't heard the term Time Lady, since Time Lord was the official title. (Even though she was still technically a Gallifreyan. She gets her Time Lord title at graduation. Stupid daleks ruining everything.) They must have legends about them, where ever she was. She glanced around. Blue sky, green grass, birds, the way everything was built... It looked like earth... 30th century, maybe? She wasn't sure about the exact year. "Who are you?" she demanded to know.

Kalasariz stared at her, mulling over what she had just said, "Time Lady? Haven't heard of one of those." Kalasariz was trying to understand what that could mean, did she travel through time? "I am Kalasariz.." He said simply, his voice seemed to flow like smoke, making a ghostly sound. He didn't know what he is so he couldn't give her the same courtesy. "What do you mean by Time Lady?"

"It's the female form of Time Lord," she explained. They must have legends or something about them. That's what Time Lords are. Things of legend. They used to be a real, thriving race, but it was gone. It was all gone, and of course she couldn't stand the only other Time Lord in existence. It's just her luck, really. "I'm the Narcissist, by the way," she added. She would've chosen that as her name at graduation, so it isn't technically her name, but it was like the Time Lady thing. She was so close and now it was impossible for her to really graduate, so she may as well pretend she did.

Generosity wasn't Isaac's thing, but any person walking with robes on and carrying a staff was bound to catch his eye. The style was way out of times, reminding him too much of the era before electricity and instant hot baths, and it almost made him want to turn tail to avoid thinking of a luxury-less lifestyle. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled at his jacket sleeves, slightly narrowed eyes following the man's movements.

He could have cursed curiosity then and there; it was winning, and he was walking towards the man. Isaac made the decision to see what in the world a seemingly-hermit was doing so near the reservation. Not that the demon had intentions of going into the facility, but Safar looked human enough (didn't they all?). "Hello," he greeted with a gentle smile. "You look lost."

"Narcissist? strange name." Kalasariz said simply, the girl was strange, didn't smell normal either. Kalasariz pondered over the possibility that she could be from another time. "What exactly is it that Time Lord's do?"

Safar looked up at the man who had approached him, "Hello, you look lost. Safar smiled and shook his head, "Don't suppose anyone is every truly lost, however sometimes you have the misfortune of not knowing exactly where you are going." Safar chuckled and studied the man, something about him didn't seem that.. human, maybe he was in the right place. "I'm looking for a place called the Reservation, wouldn't happen to know where it is would you?"

Isaac's smile shifted to a surprised expression. He hadn't exactly expected a lecture on the world from a complete stranger, especially from a complete stranger, but life was fun like that; it was full of surprises. Being difficult came to mind as a brief thought. He could deny the seemingly-nice man the one thing he was asking, could have blown him off, and could have left him in 'the misfortune of not knowing exactly where he was'; or he could have been nice, done a good deed, and been on his happy way. His choice was obvious.

"Yeah, I know exactly where that is," Isaac stated confidently, thumbs hooking in to his own pants pockets. He smiled again, giving no further information, much like the demons of old. He could have been utterly retarded and asked the man before him to answer a riddle, or he could have just blocked his path. The only problems were... lack of riddles on the tip of his tongue and lack of care to keep him from his destination.

"You've never heard of us? Not a rumor, not a legend? And after all we've done for the earth..." she was slightly offended, even though she hadn't done anything, except be born on Gallifrey, "We travel time, basically," and the laws of time bow to us, one of the oldest and most powerful races in the universe... at least they had been. Now it was all gone. The images of Gallifrey's destruction were back, and more vivid than ever.

The sounds of the egg sizzling in the frying pan were music to Bay's ear. After several moments, the egg was fully cooked to her satisfaction and she smiled as she flopped it and a piece of toast onto a plate, scarfing each of them down separately. The egg was warm and gooey, but tasted so good. She stared out the window and bit into her toast, crunchey and slightly burnt. I wonder if anyone is coming . . . she thought, wiping down the pan and putting it in the sink to soak. She thought of Heaven, and God, though she often doubted the existance of either one. She could never truly decide if the many memories she had were real, or if they were just a sick game her mind was playing on her. She tried to ignore it, but the memories would come and go.