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William Shakespeare

She's beautiful and therefore to be wooed;
She is a Nyssa, therefore to be won.

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Jan. 26th, 2008

He was right. He always is.
I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.
-M. C. Escher

She is restless. He notices, of course, but he is far too polite to pry past asking if she wishes to speak about anything; she promises that she is fine and has nothing to talk about.

He wonders if she truly thinks that he believes her promises of I’m all right and that he is soothed. He worries for her, and when she wakes in the night, crying, his hearts ache. He is the Doctor; he is supposed to be able to fix her, to help her…She refuses to let him.

And so he stands by, helpless, and watches as Nyssa of Traken battles her demons alone – He was supposed to be her champion, fighting her battles for her so that her innocence remained in tact.

He had made a promise to her father to protect her… He had made a promise to himself to protect her. Perhaps he should stop making promises.

The time passes and the Trakenite returns to her usual self. She no longer wakes in the night, but the Doctor knows that Nyssa is like him: the dreams are there…she’s simply become used to them. All the same, she laughs and smiles and his worry ebbs away as she takes his hands and tangles their fingers.

They don’t talk about it, they simply carry on living.

She’s becoming too much like him.

The nightmares begin again after the regeneration; it’s a traumatic time for the both of them, he knows. She’s trying to be strong for him, and he adores her for it but he cannot allow her to suffer.

He’s less polite now, but no less observant. He’s still awake when he hears Nyssa scream and he moves to her bedroom as quickly as his legs will carry him…She’s sitting up in bed, her forehead resting on her drawn up knees. The Doctor remembers Terminus, how frightened and fragile the young woman had seemed when he had found her and his voice was soft when he speaks. “Nyssa.”

“Doctor.” She looks at him and wipes her tears, hastily as the Time Lord sits beside her. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I haven’t been to bed yet.” He promises and he helps to wipe her cheeks. “Nyssa, what’s wrong?”

She shakes her head and settles her cheek on his shoulder and his hand moves up to stroke her dark curls. He allows his companion to stay that way a while before setting a hand on either cheek and guiding her face up so that they’re eyes meet.

The Trakenite’s body shakes with a fresh wave of sobs that his gaze brings about and the Doctor’s hearts hammer in his chest. She’s hurting. She’s hurting, and he wants to fix her.

“Forgive me.” And he dives into her mind.

They had connected before...back when he was cricket and celery, back when it was just them. Her defenses are low but she tries to bring them up in vain when she feels him slip in. She tries to close the door, but he has his foot in already.

She trembles and he searches her mind, intently.

There is so much pain there, and he nearly reels from it; how has she kept herself together for so long? He watches Traken disappear from the sky and he feels Nyssa’s betrayal and hurt when she learned that her father was gone. He experiences the terror she felt on Mondas, when she believed him gone and he relives the terror of the Daleks. He watches Tegan say goodbye and he sees the Master consumed in flame. He witnesses Erimem’s death again and he hears Nyssa’s screams on Androzani.

She can’t save them. She can only watch. He can’t save them…He can only watch.

Where is it?


The bat’s milk!

Finished. Only enough for you.


It’s time to say goodbye.

And the cloister bell is ringing.

The Doctor pulls his mind back, and Nyssa cries out. Fresh tears trail down her cheeks and he runs his thumbs across her pale skin. “Oh, Nyssa.”

She’s become too much like him and he presses a kiss to her forehead and holds her close, as if to protect her from everything.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nyssa.”

He stays with her that night, long after the TARDIS lulls her to sleep and it’s not until she’s drifted off that he notices that he has been crying too.

From rude_not_ginger: mistletoe

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Request kisses from Nyssa.
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Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.


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“A holiday?” Nyssa lifted a dubious eyebrow at her friend as she leaned on the console, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

“A holiday.” The Doctor confirmed, positively beaming. “I thought with all that has been going on that we could most certainly use the break.”

The Trakenite laughed, quietly and without much amusement. All that has been going on seemed to her quite the understatement for the things they had endured together and all previous attempts at a holiday had been, in a word, catastrophic.

The man in his brightly colored coat lifted his head, haughtily, with an expression that implied he would like to know just why his companion had so little enthusiasm about his intentions.

“Doctor?” Nyssa invited, head tilting to one side to better study the Time Lord.

“Well, if you have a complaint you would do good to say it and get it over with, my dear.” He drawled, even as he began to busy himself with setting the coordinates.

The brunette sighed and combed a hand through her curls. “I apologize, it’s simply that you keep saying we’re going to holiday and, well…quite frankly it never happens.”


“Doctor.” Nyssa managed to fill those two syllables with a combination of pleading and gentle firmness that she had perfected. “It isn’t your fault, not really. Half of the time we don’t arrive where we intended –”

“Are you questioning my piloting skills?” the Doctor quipped, defensiveness in his voice.

“—and the other half of the time the trouble finds us. Do you remember Lord Carlisle?”

The Doctor tugged at his ear in discomfort at the mention of his old friend but he gave a nod of the affirmative before he spoke. “But not this time, Nyssa! Come now, you have so little faith. The Eye of Orion is absolutely beautiful this time of the year.”

He made everything terribly difficult, Nyssa mused; he would argue and he would sulk and he was very much like a spoilt, overgrown child. And yet, somehow, he was charming in his ways and she never seemed to mind.

There was a pause. “Do you promise?”

“Pardon? That it’s lovely? Certainly.”

“Not that.” Nyssa shook her head. “…Do you promise we’ll have a proper holiday?”

“On my honor.” He puffed out his chest and lifted his chin in what Nyssa could only presume he thought to be a very striking pose. He exhaled and a ghost of a smirk crossed his lips. “It’ll be absolutely boring.”

“How boring?”

He wrinkled his nose at his companion. “Extraordinarily. There will be fishing and you may read and I’ll…” he waved a hand, flippantly, “…rest, I suppose, if I must. We can take walks in the evenings. No aliens, no disruptions.”

“No saving the universe?”

He paused, as if considering, and then he grinned. “You know you love it. Come now, Nyssa. What do you say?”

She chuckled. “It sounds perfect.”

From rude_not_ginger and walkineternity

Tis the Season and all that! Let's have some fun before pre-Christmas retail and planning drives us all batty. And since we all know it's better to give than to receive...

Post the name of your character here and Nyssa will give you a Christmas gift! I'll write what she gives you and how she gives it to you!


au_muses Introduction

My name is Nyssa; roughly translated, that means ‘fairy’ and according to some it is a rather accurate description…I think, though, that I will leave it to you to decide. I was born on the planet Traken in the Metulla Orionsis system, the most peaceful place in the universe. Traken had achieved utter harmony through the development of the Source, and later through Keepers who governed the Source – my home was so very pure that evil was calcified and destroyed if ever it came to close to the Source. I was a child in Paradise.

That all changed, though, when a renegade Time Lord called the Master came to Traken. My step-mother was manipulated into giving the man control of the Source, and while another Time Lord called the Doctor was summoned to help foil the Master’s plans, it was too late. Ultimately, Traken (not to mention several other planets!) was destroyed by Entropy and I was left orphaned and homeless…I am the Last Daughter of Traken.

I traveled with the Doctor after that. When the pair of us first met he was all teeth and curls, with a mile long scarf and a taste for jelly babies; but the Doctor I knew best was younger, more mild-mannered...not to mention a devout lover of cricket! He was my best friend. And throughout the other companions’ departures -- whether they left of their own volition or were otherwise…forced to leave us -- I stayed with him.

On Androzani Minor the pair of us contracted spectrox toxemia. There was enough antidote for one…he saved me.

This new Doctor is loud, brash and unpredictable…nothing at all like my gentle cricketer.

But I won’t leave him.

He needs someone to stay with him.

Besides…beneath it all, he’s still the Doctor; he’s still my best friend.