who_allsorts | The Cracked Mirror, 2/20

Author:

irishvampire13
Title: 'Gestation'
Rating: G
Word Count: 336
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 20 Prompts: Fantasy and Fairy Tales
Prompt: #18: Wings
Notes/Warnings: None.

Summary: Perhaps there is a way back. Perhaps this is his second chance.

Awareness floods back to him when she is...decommissioned. A cold, hard-hearted word for "dead".

Rest in peace, Ganger Pond.

But there's no time to grieve for anyone. Everything is all happening too quickly. He can sense it all around him. Can hear the anger, the panic.

The ones who still have complete form are too busy to notice the Flesh puddle on the floor. They have Real Amy to rescue.

Just as well that they don't notice what is left of her. For now they won't notice what clings parasitelike to it.

Perhaps there is a way back. Perhaps this is his second chance.

He's no more than artificial cells and molecules at this point. But he'll be damned if he won't take advantage of an opportunity, however minor it may be.

As the Doctor and Rory plan, as they recruit their small army, he has time. He hides himself away, setting a process into motion. Even an artificial cell can replicate, if it tries hard enough. If it has sufficient determination.

Life is good. Life is precious.

He liked being alive. It'll be good to return to that state.

Bit by bit, he self-replicates, casting aside anything that was Ganger Amy. It's sad that she's gone, and what little there is of him feels bad for her. But she had a purpose to serve, and she has served it.

He's just glad that nobody is aware of the secondary purpose that she's inadvertently serving. It's a classic case of irony in action: While the real Amy is off Hell knows where, giving birth, her imitator has harbored life of a different sort. It will take time, but he'll be whole again. The phoenix arisen, about to spread his wings anew.

If, later on, either the Doctor or Rory notes the disappearance of Ganger Amy's remains, they don't talk about it. They assume that the TARDIS has cleaned up the mess. The fate of the imitation isn't even of secondary importance, next to saving the original.