Ties Between Time and Space

✦44✦ - The Start Of Eternity

Chapter Forty-Four
A Secret Revealed

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"Let's see the damage then, hm?" the Doctor hummed.

"I'm fine," Emma said.

"Is 'I'm fine' going to be your 'I'm really not fine' for the rest of our eternity?"

"Probably."

The Doctor gently turned Emma's hand over, resting the back of it in his open palm. The cuts were deep. Emma hissed when the Doctor ran a finger featherlight over the indentation of the sigil. She hadn't fully healed yet.

"Ah, gentle," she winced, but made no move to pull away.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you- "

"My knife's been coated in angel blade metal," Emma interrupted him. "It'll take a lot longer to heal. Maybe a day or two."

"Can't you heal it any faster?" the Doctor asked, worriedly.

"I can but... "

"Then why don't you?"

Emma shook her head with a soft smile. "It can heal on its own. It's not a big deal."

"I don't like seeing you get hurt, angel," the Doctor told her. "Why did you have to make the cuts so deep?"

"The rocket was shaking uncontrollably. I mean, we were getting sucked into the black hole at the time. It's not that I wanted to cut myself that deep the turbulence just made it impossible not to."

"Did it need to be done with blood?"

"The person casting out an angel or a demon possessing someone else's body has to use their own blood for the sigil to work. Or else it's useless," Emma explained.

It always surprised the Doctor when she suddenly switched to hunter mode. It intrigued him though. He liked every side of Emma Winchester.

"So, you met one of the first beasts. How was it?"

Ah, the Winchester curiosity.

"Not bad," the Doctor made a face. "Would've been better with you there," he grinned.

"We were close enough, trust me," Emma muttered and he frowned. She noticed his confusion and quickly elaborated. "Not you and me, sweetheart. The beast. He was inside my head the whole time. Talking to me."

"In your head? What did it say?" the Doctor asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Emma assured. "I think he was trying to distract me. You know, so we never figured out that its real goal was to leave the planet and return to Earth."

"Failed then, didn't it?" the Doctor remarked.

"Yep," Emma nodded. She carefully dropped her hand from the Doctor's as she turned around and leaned down against the console. "God created it. My grandfather made all these monsters and I can't help but wonder why. Why did he do it? Leviathans. Vampires. Shapeshifters. Wraiths. Djinn. What was the point? I mean... I don't know," Emma sighed. 

"And the first beasts, like the one we just dealt with, why prison him for all of eternity? Why chain him inside a dark chasm? If he was a failed creation, a mistake, a danger to the entire universe if he ever escaped. Then why not just kill him and get it over with? Why leave that small chance?"

The Doctor joined Emma at the console, resting his elbows between the switches and buttons.

"I suppose... because he created them, Em. Every creation might feel like a child to your grandfather. The angels are his children, you are his grandchild. Maybe," the Doctor suggested. "He just didn't have the heart to smite his own creation, no matter how terrible it ended up being."