Note: Takes place after "Angels Take Manhattan"

Changed

She always changed when he changed, well perhaps not always, but usually she did. For when her wonderful Thief turned bright gold and his form changed, she did too. She'd kick him out and then after a few short minutes it'd be over and he'd be back. Her interior would always fit him just perfectly, her form reflecting on his new body and personality.

Now sometimes she didn't change with him, once when the Wolf Girl was with him she stayed the same, for she did not want to change. She liked the way Wolf Girl had become accustomed to her design and she liked the way that she made her Thief happy.

Then came the day when he changed personality, but not form, when everything about him changed and vanished in one fine swoop and she was confused. Of course she had seen this coming, had known it was going to happen, she is a five dimensional being after all, but it was a little overwhelming. Waves of anger, grief, guilt and loathing poured out from her Thief like water from a crack glass.

So she did what she thought would make him happy, she changed, and when she did he screamed.

Words flew from his mouth as he yelled at her, asking what she had done and why she had done it and she didn't know what to do. She could always change back, but what if Thief didn't like that either. So she just watched as he screamed and ranted, begging her to bring back the old one, but she didn't.

So yep, just a quick TARDIS drabble, that I've had for a while and decided to post

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