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OHFE: Of Twobodies, Timelords and Men (pt.V)

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Part V. The Last Value
  - At last there's at least one immature that has perfect features...
  The inhabitants of this city haven't seen such children for quite a long time - the children who reached the safe condition but had no wrong lines. If this girl had them the wrong-moment detectors which reacted only on children and were situated everywhere would catch them.
  Yes, she was almost perfect. Her hair was nearly of the same color as the one's whom everyone praised. It could have been a bit shorter and lighter - what's the sense of such long hair?.. Her face lines were thin, eyes were greenish brown (just needed color), cheeks were pink - almost everything fitted. And this ten-year-old girl was dressed in black with a small addition of red - a collar of this color was fixed around her neck and scarlet shirt's edge was sticking from under simple hoodie.
  - Stop!
  The girl froze when she was called by the patrolling kingpin with too huge jaw on the corner.
  - Who are you? Tell your name and purpose of coming!
  Silence. The girl frowned, arms crossed - just like the one everyone was afraid of though he could hardly harm. For a moment people who came to see what was happening thought they saw white sparkles dancing among her fingers.
  In three minutes adults tore their anomaly-greedy eyes off her, not knowing what to think. Nothing could be criticized in her. Their master's descendant could be female. What was written there? "Cometh the day, cometh the man". Or a girl.
  - Whose is she? Did someone dare to abandon the descendant of out Master?
  - She's nobody, - was told from under the elbow. - All left immatures have one or two correct features each, but she has all of them.
  As if proving it, the girl began impatiently knock the four-beat rhythm with her fingers, baring her teeth.
  - There's the proof!
  - I don't know which descendant you want... but that's not my name, - at last spoke the girl. - My name is Koschei Who!
  And she was gone - no one noticed where she ran. One more line for the decsendant's full portrait.

  Samantha rushed in TARDIS doors, collapsed onto the stairs around the control panel and laughed hysterically, catching air with her mouth and rubbing her forehead.
  - I see the Puff operation was successful, - noted Doctor, coming to the control room out of the corridor. Johnny-Jimmy who was following him briskly ran to Samantha:
  - Sammy, how are you? What's up? You're red like a sunset cloud.
  - It seemed to me I've turned into Master - really and truly!.. - shot out Samantha, rubbing her tears of laughter away. - Why the Puff operation?
  - We puffed their brains, - giggled Doctor. - And my guesses were right. If Red-and-Silver Man is taken for main evil then who is supposed to be the main protector? The one who defeated him. The one who performed the final hit and sacrificed himself. Such ones are loved, that's all-time law...
  - Doctor, you're a brainbox, - excitedly said Rhodie, showing herself in the room. - How's that possible to have such a quick mind?
  - It's like your dad's, Rhodie. He catches it all, yeah? He would crack it all much faster than me.
  Meanwhile Samantha calmed down and Chibiten who was hiding himself in her hood popped out and began telling something, waving his little hands and bouncing so that he almost fell out of his hiding place.
  - It would be cool if you had your own mini-TARDIS to translate your meeping though it's all clear in your case, - Doctor informed. - You say everyone had something wrong? How do you know? You were sitting in her hood all the time.
  - Peeked. - Chibiten got a bit embarrassed and showed that he made a tiny hole in the hood's cloth. It was his natural curiosity.
  - Now they will think my name is Koschei Who, - breathed out Samantha and snorted with laughter again. - I couldn't resist... My word, they nearly ate me with their looks!
  Someone snorted in the corner. It revealed that children who had been quite tidied up were coming out of the clothes room - Rhodie had shown them where to go and what to do. This is called transformation - no one could believe those were little savages. Thats the meaning of groove! I wish people werent used to it so much, thought Doctor.
  The children didnt feel too comfortable in their new clothes - some were toying with buttons, some were pulling the folds, some were touching the new cloth. They may have been wearing proper clothes while living with parents but that was ages ago!
  - You're beautiful! - exclaimed Doctor, but then his attention was attracted to the detail which didn't get anywhere and wasn't right. - Hey Trouty, what's that around your neck?
  Really, the bond tied around Trouty's neck didn't get anywhere. It was just like Samantha's collar, but it was much more worn and curved... Doctor attempted to remove the "collar" but it had grown into Trouty's neck.
  - Have you been wearing it since birth or what? This is no good... Let me see. I have a suspicion that even a dog's accessory could have been turned into a fetish... - murmured Doctor. - You all go and get used, okay? It won't be cool if you appear in the city like this, as if you fell from the moon...
  The children obeyed, and Doctor crouched next to Trouty and touched the patch where the bond was grown into his skin again. Scanning with the sonic screwdriver showed that the "collar" was directly connected with vital veins, and there were thinnest thorns with too dangerous contents there... If Trouty tried to take the bond off he wouldn't have chances to survive after this. But, on the other hand, he was at risk every day - who knows what could provoke poison injection into his blood...
  - Promise you will stand like petrified, - seriously began Doctor, changing settings on his screwdriver. - One false move and it all will be for nothing... Got this? Be very still and silent.
  Trouty nodded and froze like a column. There were four main poison sources on the bond - tiny capsules not larger than a pin head, two in front and two on the back. Not less than five minutes passed until they were safely removed. Now it was to get rid of additional linking... Once or twice it seemed to Doctor that thinner and craftier fingers were needed here, but after endless seconds of thoroughly removing the bond the threat was gone. Quiet click, and the bond was no longer around Trouty's neck, where there was a white stripe with reddish edges left.
  - Ready, - exhaled Doctor. Trouty touched his neck, particularly the trace of the bond. - Now you are out of danger... I'll tell you geniunely, Trouty: you could have been poisoned any moment. I deleted the capsules, and this won't take place. It's unknown if you could have regenerated if this had happened... Fine then. The first stage is over, we've got the pass. Let's think for a while... Jiejie, where are you?
  The tribe's leader, who didn't wish to get rid of her knife, pushed it into her voluminous sleeve together with scabbard and went forward, her new shoes' soles creaking (such-like Professor Yana in girly version, thought Doctor).
  - Jiejie, you were astonished when you saw me. Why?
  - You seemed to be a too grown child, not adult, - admitted Jiejie. - Adults always have wrongs. Eyes are often dirty so there are no dots in them, and fingers can be of wrong length and number. - Doctor glances at Samantha, and she nodded, letting know she had seen this in the city. - Face parts can be bigger than needed, jaws can be like those toothy monsters'...
  - Like bulldogs', - half-whispered Samantha and Chibiten meeped in fear.
  - Their skin can have lines like Icy's, but not silver - green or grey, yucky ones, - went on Jiejie. - Like moss-covered...
  - Hmm... It comes out that some have inborn oddities and some got them later... If the ones with "later" oddities are left so those fault registrators stop mentioning them, - concluded Doctor. - That is why they haven't eaten each other because of oddities! They trust the technique catching fault of the certain-aged children too much... But we don't know how will they react on me - believe it or not, but I am more than eleven hundred years old... Are we off or not?

  - That's the descendant. And some immatures with her.
  - They are mine, - coldly informed Samantha, pointing at her companions - Everard dressed in denim clothes and sunglasses hiding his red eyes, Helga wearing long scarlet-golden coat with high collar and Hector in black official suit. All three little savages felt uneasy in these clothes but were still keeping their faces proud and indifferent. And as about Samantha - though she had become a pass to the area behind this wall of adults who were sceptically examining her pals, but her heart still sank.
  - Who are they, descendant? - wondered the lad standing in front of everyone. He had huge nose - it was factually a beak, “huge” was a too soft word. - Who are they?
  - They are mine, - repeated Samantha, exhaling loudly. - Mine.
  For a moment it appeared to her that they will never go through this gate with “alive statues” on the top, and in despair she bared her teeth - as it seemed to adults, just like their master. Even emotions were filtered here… as it always happens, but here the scale was the highest. And, as it came out, it came in handy to the arrived team.
  Or almost came in handy.
  - No one escorts me except the ones whom I allow to do this, - cut Samantha, pressing her hands against her sides and wiggling her fingers. It was clear that they were going to let her in but with an escort. - I have my companions. Younger ones. And now let me through, I want to see if there are more like me… No accompanying! - she shouted, having passed through the gate and secretly pressed the button on the small device hidden in her right sleeve, so it let out a stream of white sparkles. Simple equipment and great effect! - Let’s go, my Koscheis…
  - Yeah, they are just like her. Our Master used to be different, - reminded someone, and Samantha grinned gloatingly - one more goal not in the favor of brainwashed adults. But almost immediately she became a bit sad – seems like those people lost their last value. Faith. It became possession, if not worse.
Samantha makes a small cosplay, Doctor gets rid of risk which could have killed Trouty anytime, and the kids get adapted to the upcoming mission.
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