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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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The Eleven detached the mind probe from Farina and she crumpled to the floor. Unable to stop him or turn away, Liv had instead focused on trying to escape from the chain securing her to the presidential throne. Now she looked up. “Is she dead?”

“She might wish she were, if she had enough brain cells left to wish for anything. Still, it was for a good cause.”

“You’re a monster.”

“True. But soon I’ll be a monster with infinite power.” He unlocked the chain and pulled Liv to her feet. “Come on, human. We have an archive to rob.”