Just a stupid thing for you all to mock:
FORGIVE ME NOT
“Don’t bother trying to regenerate! You got the full blast!”
She heard the doors shut, as the beginning of laughter bubbled up out of his throat -- her throat. It mingled, in her mind, with her own laughter. Lunatic laughter. Desperate laughter.
Was that when it had happened, then? Was that when it had started? The seed had to have been planted somewhere, after all, before it could blossom into this tree that stood in the center of her mind. The seed had to have been planted…
She willed her head to turn. She willed it, and her will had always been mighty. Mightier than death, more powerful than probability.
“Don’t bother trying to regenerate!”
Oh, don’t worry, dear, she felt her lips turn up in a smile. I haven’t any need to.
Her eye caught a seedling. An odd little thing. A round pod with what looked like little wings; no, the whole thing looked a bit like a crude, organic propeller. How funny! she thought, absently, as the aftereffects of the blast loosened a little more every microsecond.
The mad laughter bubbled up again. Only as a whimper, at first, but she didn’t mind that. The little propeller-shaped seed didn’t mind, after all, so why should she, when there was no one else about to hear it?
She knew something -- reminded, perhaps, of it -- which she had forgotten until just now; meaning that he would not remember it, himself, until he was she, and then became now:
She had set that sonic -- oh, so many centuries ago now -- to paralyze with a full blast, not to kill. After all, who but himself -- herself -- would she ever use it on but the Doctor? And why, oh why, would she kill her best friend, her best enemy?
And live in a universe without him? Without comradery, without challenge? Certainly not!
Of course, she had never tested it on himself. What in the cosmos for?
She had to admit, it was wonderfully effective and delightfully unpleasant.