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Doctor Who: I Shall Use My Time [Fanfiction]

The Executioner stared down The Doctor and her companions, its weapon trained, and its aim precise.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

The blast was intense, their insides burned, they slumped to the floor, dead to the world and universe.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.

And in many ways, it was. They did not find a body where they were last time, they headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them once more.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.

“Dan, I’m sorry I led you all here”

“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked, before all three of them were again cut down by the radiant blasts of lethal energy coming from the Dalek

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

They made their way across the ELF department store, going through a routine all too familiar, and yet it ought to be entirely new.

They headed out to the lobby and stumbled onto the Dalek, it trained its weapon on them.

“Shouldn’t we make a run for it?” Dan muttered.

“The slightest move will set it off” Yaz whispered back.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna shoot anyway” Dan replied.

“Not like this” The Doctor quietly spoke, as the full weight of her situation weighed heavily on her. She had led all she cared about to their deaths.

Thoughts of things left unsaid came to the Doctor’s mind more readily, she turned to Dan.

“Dan, I’m sorry I led you here, to your death”

“You know what I think Doctor?” Dan asked.

“Lucky you, you have time to think” said The Doctor.

“I’m not the one you should apologize to” replied Dan.

“What do you mean?” The Doctor asked, most curious.

“I’m saying there’s someone you need to talk to more than me” Dan responded.

The blast enveloped them, once more; they fell to the floor dead.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.

“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.

“Who, what?”

“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs to die, I led you into a Dalek trap, I should have left you where you were, can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us, I never even walked you to your bedroom the first time you got in”

“Why would you need to walk me to my bedroom?”

“‘Cause you’re useless at scouting locations, could tell from the last four years we spent in the past. I had to always find the best place to prop up the tents in the Everglades, or don’t you remember that far back?” Yaz snarked.

“Yaz, enough” The Doctor ordered. Yaz folded her arms and turned her head away.

“Here, don’t shut her down like that, it’s her life you’ve put in jeopardy too, you should be apologizing to the pair of us”

The Doctor swiftly realised something.

“Right, well, let’s nip on upstairs and we’ll start again from the top” she suggested.

“You want us to get killed just so you can restart this conversation?” Yaz asked, more than a bit perturbed.

“You can count me out” said Dan.

“Me too” Yaz replied.

“Alright, suit yourself” The Doctor replied, and rushed up the stairs in a huff.

Dan and Yaz waited patiently, their ears holding out for signs of a struggle, a cry, something to indicate this time would ultimately pass them by.

“Here, you ever told her?” said Dan.

“Tell her what?” asked an annoyed Yaz.

“How you really feel? I mean, next time would be best, assuming we’re in some sort of loop. You could have a thousand chances to come out in the open”

Yaz held back some tears as the worry overtook her; she had let one small tiff with her friend potentially doom her to death alone. What if the loop didn’t reset?

“I better go after her” Yaz replied.

“Give it a thought will ya?” Dan advised, Yaz nodded and ran upstairs.

Dan waited a couple of more minutes, thinking aloud to himself.

“Why would she want to know where my bedroom is?” he asked.

Finally, he put his best foot forward and stormed upstairs after his friends, only to find cold corpses waiting for him at the lobby, the Dalek staring him down.

“At least they died together” he said, before swiftly following them in death.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around for the precise moment to ask Dan what he meant on the next loop.

“Alright then, who?” she said as they found themselves outside of the TARDIS on the basement level of the ELF department store once more, alive and whole.

“Who, what?”

“In a couple of minutes, we’re all going upstairs only to die in the lobby, I led you into a Dalek trap, Yaz, I’m sorry, I led both you and Dan into this mess and that’s all on me, Dam I can’t tell what I was thinking dragging you into adventures with us”

“Here, why would you want to walk me to my bedroom? I can find my own way, a simple point to the right or left; north or south will do me just fine”

“Doctor, I need to tell you something, you need to hear this” Yaz revealed, her voice almost pleading her to listen.

“Will it get us out of our predicament?” The Doctor asked.

“Just know you’ll never be alone if it doesn’t”

The Doctor nodded.

“Alright, what is it?” she asked.

Yaz looked over at Dan, Dan nodded right back. It was time to confess.

“You really fancy Dan don’t you?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake Yaz” said Dan.

“What? I only met him a week ago” The Doctor replied.

“Yeah, but you crushed on him major hard after he vanquished the vanquishers while you were stuck in the Crimea, he talked about the look in your eye all the time when you fetched him”

“Look, will you not put me in your place right now?” Dan begged.

“Your place? What does he mean Yaz?”

“INTRUDERS DETECTED” bellowed the Dalek from above.

“Ok, that’s new” said Dan

“If we don’t get a move on, it’s gonna come directly to us, we’ll be leading it straight to the TARDIS” The Doctor warned.

“Here, the ship’s not looking too rosy” said Dan, pointing to the TARDIS.

“Oh no, no this isn’t good, it’s going through a ray phase shift, time is disseminating all around it, and eventually, us. It means when it explodes, and this time loop is still in effect, we’ll lose all cognitive recollection of events from the last few loops”

“But the loops will continue right?” Yaz said.

“Yes, but-we’ll be reset, like nothing we say or do will have any bearing on the next few times we loop, it’ll be a whole different experience”

“So this is going to feel like we’re wasting time?” said Yaz.

“You need to use that time Yaz” said Dan.

Yaz looked into his eyes and made note of their sincerity, he wanted her to function.

For the function of human beings, be it man, or woman, or anyone in between, is to live, and not to prolong.

The three of them travelled upstairs to meet the Dalek head on.

“Doctor, you’ve never led us anywhere astray, we’re always where we’re supposed to be, at your side, in love with all the sights and sounds, in love with the universe-in love with you” Yaz continued, wrapping her arm tightly around The Doctor.

Dan calmly poked around The Doctor’s waist and gave her a tickle.

The Doctor reacted to both gestures with joy, warmth and laughter. She may not remember these moments for very long, but it was a sense of resurgence, of fresh stars.

Of a new fam.

The Dalek loomed over them.

“Yaz, Yaz, I can’t let go, something’s missing” The Doctor replied.

“Doctor, we might not have another chance after this” Yaz said.

“I’ll take a chance on that final chance”

“Then wherever this takes us, it takes us together” Yaz assured her, and kissed her delicately on the forehead. Dan wrapped both his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head.

“Dalek do your worst, our resistance is useless” The Doctor instructed.

“CORRECT” The Dalek responded. And fired upon them.

And then, as if by magic, they were alive again, but the memory remains.

The memory of sights unseen and things left unsaid.

“Does anyone have a proper feeling of déjà vu?” asked Dan.

“Doctor, I love you” Yaz replied, making full use at last of what little time remained.

The Doctor wasn’t going to wait around. She grabbed Yasmin Khan by the hand, gave her a twirl, hoisted her high in the air, lowered her back down, and kissed her passionately on the lips.

“And I you Yasmin” she said.

Dan looked sheepishly on, giving Yaz a confidant thumbs up.

“I’ll just nip on over here, leave you two ladies to have a wild night, whatever’s left of it” he said.

“Here, not so fast Mr. Matchmaker, I’ve got one or two home truths to give you too” The Doctor said.

“Oh really?” Dan asked.

“One, I really do fancy the kittens off you” she said, “And two, I really should have done this with Donna Noble”

She lunged at Dan and pushed her lips onto his mouth, slamming him into the back of a concrete pillar, gyrating her hips on top of his, her eyes were tightly shut, imagining an enactment of every sensual act she had ever studied in Amsterdam, her nose scrunched up against his own, he could barely breath from the release he felt as she pulled back from their embrace.

“Looks like the TARDIS is ready to burst” Yaz replied.

“It’s not the only one” The Doctor said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

“I don’t think I’m going to forget this in a hurry” Dan admitted.

“Depends on the loop, it could be now, it could be never” The Doctor assured him.

“If we get another go-around, you want to maybe try some of those tricks on me?”

“Sure, Dan’ll get a thrill out of that won’t you? Maybe I’ll change my routine, maybe I’ll teach Yaz a few of that and watch her try it on you”

“Can you get a move on mate?” Dan asked of the TARDIS as the dissemination began to take hold.

“Wherever this takes us, it’ll be quite the ride, I just hope I’m ready to face it all, and face myself” wished Yaz.

“You’ll manage Ms. Khan, so long as you’re able to face yourself” The Doctor replied, giving her another precious kiss.

“To a new year, and a new you. The real you”

The TARDIS erupted in a blaze of crimson fire, time folded, and just as swiftly snapped back in place, a new loop commenced, with all retaining no memory, not an inkling of what came before. All that was left was the mission to come.

And maybe after it was done, they could all go to the beach.

Where was the beach anyway?

Doctor Who-Head For The Bed [Fanfiction]

“The end of the Universe, I always wondered it would feel like” The Doctor spoke as she and her companions faced down the naked fury of the Flux.

The galaxy-crushing phenomenon was headed straight towards them, and they had but mere moments to act or they too would be engulfed and consumed.

Dan Lewis chose to spend such precious moments of prevailing life to complain about the living arrangements on the ship.

“Here, is that a bed?” Dan asked, almost tripping over the sheets in the console room.

“Crash mat” The Doctor explained as she hammered the console.

“You can say it, it’s a mattress” Yaz responded, her hands folded.

“Fine, crash mattress then”

“When does a crash mat need sheets?” Dan asked, picking the assorted items up and tossing them at The Doctor, who swiftly caught it.

“Our man Dan here has a point” Yaz said.

The Doctor gave her a sharp look, coupled with a visible scowl. Yaz seemed to appreciate this sort of attention.

“Are you two having a spot of the domestics?” asked Dan.

“We get a little feisty whenever we’re cooped up in here” said Yaz.

“What you could do is some downtime with your family” The Doctor suggested.

“Can’t exactly try that now can I? Karvinista’s people have only gone and locked it in a kennel” Yaz argued.

“Yep, spot of the domestics alright” Dan replied, “Sort it out between you two, I’m gonna check on my house”

“You can’t exactly fit into it right now” Yaz pointed out.

“Yeah, well, you can all fit into this thing can’t you? It’s only a few feet wide to the untrained eye out there”

“Ah to be a wanderer in the fourth dimension, and I get stuck with the most one-dimensional people” The Doctor muttered.

“Here, half an hour ago you were saying how flashy you thought his laptop was” Yaz replied, growing restless with The Doctor’s attitude.

“Wasn’t his laptop was it?”

“Here, Yaz has got a point, you’re way out of order with that cheek of yours” said Dan.

“Look around you, everything’s out of order. Chaos is absolute, if you’re to stand a chance out there, you’ve got to let me work in here”

“You’re not alone in this fight Doctor, we can all help you put together some miracle, if you let us” Yasmin said, trying a much softer approach.

The cloister bell rang once more.

“You hear that Yaz? Do you? Because that is all you need to know. There’s no time for miracles”

“Really? I’m no expert, but I reckon that little warning’s telling you there’s no time to die either” Dan replied.

The Doctor and Yaz both looked at Dan as if he suddenly were the wisest man in the universe.

“Well, the laptop may have been a bomb, but I sure do appreciate you exploding onto the scene the way you have” The Doctor revealed.

Yaz glanced at The Doctor, a confident smile about her.

“What do you reckon? You, me, him, against all odds?”

The Doctor, instilled with a bit more confidence, gave Yaz a wink.

“If all else fails, head for the bed”

The Sarah Jane Adventures: Forever Late Than Never (Fanfiction)

Now thought Sarah.

It has to be now.

Clyde, Luke and Rani were out of the town, out of the country, the conditions were ideal to release herself from her obligations, without anyone bearing witness to her pain.

She could feel the illness course through her body, she didn’t care to give it a name, for it was alien, and intrusive, and quite, quite fatal.

She didn’t know when she had contracted it, or whether or not it was some alien menace wreaking a terrible and exact revenge for the times she had thwarted them.

Perhaps it was even The Trickster’s final surprise?

Whatever it was, it was bringing to her physical form the fateful, fearful stench of indignity. Of suffering. Of death.

She did not want her son to gaze into her eyes and see such little in the way of hope staring back at him. She wanted Luke to forever be in control of his own life, and to live it to its fullest.

For without life, everything stops, and it is all so sudden.

Her legs buckled, she clutched her stomach tightly.

“Mr. Smith, I need you” she whispered as she took in a sharp intake of what could be her final breath.

A loud, omnipresent fanfare resonated around the attic as a mighty supercomputer came to life and folded out of the fireplace in front of her.

“What are your instructions Sarah Jane?” it asked.

“I wasn’t referring to you for once dear friend”

“You called me by name” Mr. Smith replied.

“Plenty of Smiths in this world, even out there in this universe” Sarah responded.

The wind in the attic suddenly picked up, and a wheezing, groaning noise could be heard all around Sarah’s ears.

“Forever late than never” she said as a majestically simple, battered blue box materialised in front of her.

The door to the box opened, and he stepped out.

Sarah’s eyes widened, astonished at the latest form.

One most familiar.

All teeth, all curls, all smiles, and an otherworldly aftershave that knocked her for ten.

She had encountered many of his faces since then, and had heard from her friend Dorothy he’d even changed gender at last, now he stood restored to how she knew him best, teeth and curls.

“Did you miss me Sarah Jane?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and expressing himself with a devilish grin.

“I thought you’d died…this version of you” she said.

“Oh no, no, never, a trick, YES, a trick, never knew I had it. OhSarah, I never knew it was one I had up my sleeve. I got a job you know, as a curator, ah but I got bored of that, that’s the usual business, can never stay in the same spot, one should never say nor stay forever”

Sarah laughed.

“You? A curator? Don’t talk nonsense, you muck about in history, you’re not fit to teach it”

“Not fit? Not fit? You’ll find I’m well fit, all systems go”

The man offered her his hand,

“Come along Sarah, you called to me, here I am. What are you in need of?”

“At first I wanted to say goodbye…I thought it right you see, since this time, it’d be forever” Sarah said, holding back small dots of tears that were forming in her eyes.

“Have you not been listening Sarah? Have you ever? Never say forever” he said with a quaint and soothing whisper.

“Everything has it’s time Doctor…everything ends, but if I’ve learned anything from you, is that nothing can kill a spirit as untamed as mine. Now, more than ever, I want to see it all, experience the world, and more beyond it”

The Doctor wrapped his arm around Sarah’s shoulder, she rested her head on his, and together they looked towards the attic skyline, staring out at the stars, some of them were dancing around another in a most peculiar pattern, gliding up and down, towards each other .

They backed away slowly, extra bright bursts could be seen detaching themselves from the tips of their corners.

It was not a waltz, a thing of beauty to be spectated upon, it was almost as if war had been declared.

“Are those really stars or imploding star ships?” she asked.

“I was so sure they were stars” said The Doctor, not even the remotest bit upset Sarah spoiled the moment.

For the first time in the days that had followed the diagnosis of the cruel virus, Sarah finally chose to defy its grip on her demeanour, and let out a heartfelt and incredibly joyous laugh.

“You mean I can detect an ongoing space war miles away?” she said, almost fainting from the exuberance of the laugh, wanting to fall away and be caught by The Doctor.

The Doctor joined in the merriment, “Maybe you could help me bring some authority to a lawless land?”

“So I’m to become your deputy again? I’m ill you know, contagious, it’d be like germ warfare if you brought me aboard”

The Doctor and Sarah kept their eyes trained on the igniting stars…and, as brightly as they had begun, their light gradually diminished, and they faded all too swiftly from the blackened battlefield.

“They must have found themselves caught in their own crossfire, both sides have decimated the other” The Doctor realised.

The mood changed again to one of sombre reflection, one for aliens that had given in to the spoils of war, and only spoiled their own embrace of life.

He turned to the TARDIS, he turned to Sarah, he turned to the regular starscape staring back at them both from the attic’s visible roof.

“Not too long ago, by your calendar, I had a family, they taught me everything, oh it was nothing Sarah, but everything all at once. They were terribly nice you know, one had a virus inside of him too, a regular old thing, could cure it in an instant, but I chose not to…because you learn how strong a person you love is through the struggle, the quality of life is in the fight Sarah, it’s in surviving every day knowing the bomb could drop tomorrow, and daring the throw of the dice. I told the first earthling I ever kissed, oh I blush, ah but I do, and it wasn’t Romana oddly enough. I told her I could make her dreams come true today, never forever, but in the immediate moment. That’s what time is for a time lord…the moments, tomorrow we can make today, we never say forever, because we say it now”

He snapped his fingers, the TARDIS lit up from the inside, a sparkling white.

“A chance to see the stars a bit closer Sarah Jane?”

Sarah smiled, the kind of smile that tells someone you will follow them for all time.

“Yes Doctor, I’d like that very, very much”

She gave Mr. Smith a final set of instructions, to eventually shut down both itself and Bannerman Road, and to wait. Wait patiently, for the next adventurer to come along, and begin the escapades all over again, where a new family of friends will make the impossible come alive.

And maybe, if they were lucky, they would get to meet her, The Doctor, and yes, even the latest one, and be promised the fulfilment of their dreams in the most immediate moment.

Tomorrow made today.

And their story went on.

As for Sarah’s illness? For every second it continued to linger, it was never quite able to catch up to Sarah on her flight through eternity, never able to deliver the swift and final blow.

Death was constantly kept back.

Always an hour short, always a day behind.

Forever late than never.

Doctor Who: The TV Movie-The Ainley Cut! [Fanedit]

Happy 25th anniversary to the Doctor Who TV Movie.

Yes, on 27th May 1996, around bank holiday Monday, the Seventh Doctor went out in a rather ‘inglorious’ blaze and from the ashes, with the chilling sounds of thunder, lightning, and the movie Frankeinstien, arose Paul McGann, Doctor Who’s very own George Lazenby (as far as Television canon goes), a whole new slate, all new adventures…where will he go? What will he see?

It wasn’t so much a question of where he would go, it’s just we wouldn’t see it unless it was in audio, or in a comic strip. He wasn’t on our screens for very long, as the TV Movie took the plunge in the American market and never quite reached the surface again.

Ah, but we have so much to take from it,. American locations, romance with a companion, feature length adventures, the eye of harmony as a fully integrated part of the TARDIS. The Master possessing a go’uld from Stargate. The Seventh Doctor, the master schemer, unable to see a timing malfunction and a random shooting coming! The TARDIS can revive the dead! Wild ideas, wilder execution

That being said, perhaps the TV Movie should have done more to connect to the more traditional Who of old, instead of trying to latch so readily onto an unfamiliar audience? The modern show knew how to slowly trickle it all in, but the TV Movie was more intrusive, often demanding you pay attention to all IT’S concepts, and it’s all a little much to take in, even with the run time it’s allocated.

And I’m sorry Big Finish, no matter how much material you give him, Eric Roberts is one of the least convincing Masters ever.

So here we scale it back, there’s no ‘temporal orbit’, The Doctor suceeds in closing the eye on the first go, Eric Roberts is a henchman for The Master, with the role of the real deal now being given over exclusively to Antony Ainley, making use of some of the gorgeous footage of him from the PC video game ‘Destiny of the Doctors’, complete with an ending that sets him up for The Master’s inclusion in the modern series and aligns it more closely to the continuity referenced in “The Sound of Drums”

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Doctor Who: Things She Thought Were Most unfair [Fanfiction]

“I’m ready, I want to be at home with my grandson” he says, a look of longing in his eyes, longing for home comforts, longing for quality time spent with loved ones.

Or was it longing for the opportunities he was about to miss out on?

I can’t help but smile, I can’t help but be moved, because I know it’s not the latter, he’s leaving for the right reasons; he’s leaving for just reasons.

He’s leaving our fam to be with his own.

This is it, this was properly it

Oh blimey, now what am I going to do?

Of all the people to turn me down, turn all this down, why him?

If I were a little less kind, a little less tolerant, I would be cursing out Ryan Sinclair right now for not speaking out about this, to convince Graham to stay, that he’s his own man with his own life to lead. Graham has so much more of the universe to see before he slips away.

I can’t tell when that’ll be, I can’t tell when the cancer will take hold of him again, all I know is I’ve lost my window to remind him every day that he should not let that scare him out of doing anything extraordinary.

Yaz tells him she’s going to miss him, she’ll miss him far more than she thinks, and I’ll miss the calming influence he has on her. I feel young Yasmine will be quite a handful to me going forward if that shove from earlier in the mission was any indication.

She seems so possessive, she’s afraid of letting go, like I’m all that tethers her to some meaningful purpose in life.

It’s not fair, I tell the universe, why must I carry on while everyone stays behind? As it pertains to Yaz, just why do I need to bear this burden of personal responsibility? Is it some kind of karmic punishment for defying the will of The Judoon? For escaping their justice?

Am I being told to grow a little? Maybe a lot?

Can’t help but think these thoughts, they always course through me whenever situations like this arise; I’m left wondering what I could have done to make things right, or different.

Oh no, now he wants a hug. That’s certainly different.

Still, it might just be one of the few things I can do right by him in this situation.

Were it not for social awkwardness, it’d be more than a hug.

My face tells the whole story, a long drawn out feature made of missed opportunity and wasted time, how inappropriate given my very calling as a time and space traveller.

He thanks me for everything…no, dearest Graham, thank you.

He prepares to leave; I can’t let him go, not after receiving a taste of his warmth, of his generosity, of his love.

I beckon him over and we all come together in one last unified circle of friendship and family, our arms wrapped tightly around each other’s waists, I hold Graham closest to me, his immediate present about to become my inevitable past, and I would no longer be a part of his future.

“Bye fam” I say.

And then he goes, Ryan in tow, and we’re alone.

Yaz is with me, but whether or not she truly is altogether there will be for our time together to decide.

For now, I am left with my thoughts.

And all I can think of is just how unfair it all is.

Is love ever fair?

Doctor Who: State of Play [fanfiction]

DOCTOR WHO:

State of Play

The Doctor couldn’t resist any longer.

Resistance was useless in a situation such as this.

All those eras she had lived through, ruthless pirate captains, horned nimons , manipulative space/time traps, all of it paled to the persistent conundrum of the very irritable human presence in front of her as she sat rather impatiently within the waiting rooms of the local medical clinic.

A young human girl, approximately five years of age, playing with a large red beach ball, repeatedly bouncing it across the edge of the wall and back to her. Five seconds worth of peace and quiet between each shot.

The Doctor could read a room like it was the history of everything you could ever find, she could gauge reaction and emotion just from seeing the faces of all those around her. Some burying their heads in an old magazine, forcing themselves to focus on the text, staring blankly at the celebrity snaps. Some twitching, some coughing loudly as if hoping it would put the young girl off the activity or allow her parents to ‘get the message’ and directly intervene.

But perhaps the most tragic and telling of the reactions was a teenage lad forming a small pistol with his right hand and taking ‘aim’ at the girl and mimicking gunfire noises. Unfiltered, as loud as he could.

The Doctor realised this was taking it too far. Why couldn’t any of them just talk to the girl?

This menace had form, but not yet, to her knowledge, a name.

She would ask her of it.

“Hi, young lady, don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” she said.

“Annabelle” the girl replied.

“You seem a little distracted, well, a lot, where are you parents?”

Annabelle pointed over to a corner of the room where her mother was occupied with chatter on the phone.

“Oh, got noone to play with but the wall then?” said The Doctor.

Annabelle persisted with knocking the ball against said wall, the Doctor could tell she was indulging more aggressive in the activity.

“Those people around us, they’re getting to you aren’t they?” she said.

“They’re scared. Scared of what I can do”

“Really? And what exactly can you do?” The Doctor asked quizzically.

“I can anger them” Annabelle said.

“Oh that’s smashing, because between you and me, humans are very easy to anger, it takes the tiniest bit of pressure, but they thrive on it. This kind of anger you’re producing? It feeds on their morality, their very right to be angry, because they don’t know how to best express it to an innocent”

“So I do have power? Over them?” Annabelle said, excited to think she had such an influence.

“Nonsense, you’re an innocent, and power isn’t innocent, power puts fear into others. None of those surrounding us would dare use their power to hurt a child directly, with what they’re capable of with their own two hands, or their words, no, they’ll let the fear do all of that for them. A gesture, a glance, a telling smile, they’ll communicate that way. You’re picking up on that fear aren’t you? That’s why your state of play is more aggressive, you’re trying to make them fear what they could do if it continues. Do they have the right to lash out? What kind of monster would they become in the eyes of others as well as themselves as they did? It’s best not to wield any such power around them; they’re terrified enough as it is”

“Are they scared?” Annabelle asked.

“They’re already scared, they’re all here because something’s wrong with them, you’re here because something’s wrong with you, and you’re scared”

“Are you scared?”

“I’m scared for someone I care about, he’s been feeling a bit unwell, we’ve been up here twice already, once to take the test, and this is to find out the results”

“I hope he gets better”

“Me too” The Doctor replied

An older man with kind but exhausted eyes strolled into the waiting room, his hands in his pockets, glancing up at the bright lights before glancing in the Doctor’s direction; she immediately got up and dashed over to him.

“How’d it go?” The Doctor asked.

“Negative, the results, they came back negative” Graham O’Brien said, sighing with relief.

“You’re shaking” an observant Doctor nodded, holding his hand steady, checking his temperature with her eagerly warm free hand.

“The fear is still there” Graham replied, his eyes watering

“You’re also inflating” The Doctor replied.

Graham chuckled; he knew the Doctor was referring to his tears

“Oh, these waterworks? Don’t worry Doc, its just relief”

“Bit strange to cry when it’s nothing but good news” The Doctor replied.

“Yeah, well, you were a bit strange when I brought up my cancer anxiety to you”

“Are you ever going to let that go?” The Doctor said.

“So long as you never let go of me” he said, and planted a small tender kiss on her lips that held for what seemed like a blissful eternity

The Doctor, still locked in the kiss, gave Annabelle thumbs up. Annabelle nodded in approval.

This right there was a power she wanted to share with someone one day.

Annabelle’s mother finally got off the phone, her daughter sat besides her watching the Doctor depart with Graham, arm in arm.

“Who were you talking to dear?”

Annabelle smiled.

Who indeed.