Chapter Seven - Stained Denim

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Author's Note: I'm just gonna keep this note short but I'd like to thank the people that are still reading this. My last chapter only got seventeen reads. And quick warning, this chapter does have some self-harm in it, so please don't read it if it you're struggling with depression. I don't want to get anyone hurt.

The Doctor explored the program Ayaria had made. It was really very extraordinary. He’d never seen anything like it. It would have taken years to code, even for him. It seemed to be written in a code from the 67th century but the coding itself he’s not even sure a time lord would have been able to do. Who was this girl? The question rang again in his head.

“I should get back to Torchwood.” The Doctor jumped at a voice behind him. He hadn’t realized Jack was already back.

“How is she?” The Doctor asked nervously.

“She’s okay. Just worn out. You could probably visit her later. I doubt the Tardis will try to keep you away. The Tardis knows you won’t give up.” Jack said with a little smile.

There was silence for a minute, each of the old friends not quite sure what to say. Finally the Doctor spoke. “You know, you could come. Travel like the good old days."

Jack shook his head. “No, I’ve got Torchwood to look after now. Besides, you have Ayaria to figure out.”

“Is this goodbye then? So soon?” The Doctor asked.

“Let’s just say until next time.” And with a last lopsided smile Jack was gone.

The Doctor pulled a couple levers moving the Tardis. He just set it to drift in an empty area of space. He went back to the monitor and to continue deciphering the codes, but suddenly it was hard to focus. What if Jack was wrong? What if the Tardis didn’t let him find her? What if he never saw the girl again? He spent a good while, his mind thinking all these worrisome thoughts until finally he decided to just go check on her.

Once he made the decision he closed the computer program quickly and practically ran towards the door. He almost cried out in relief when he found the familiar presence of the Tardis in the back of his head guiding him. In minutes he found himself in front of the ornate doors. He gave a little knock. When there was no answer he put his head against the door and listened. No sound. She must be sleeping he decided before he pushed in.

When he came through the doors he heard it. A somewhat muffled sound of sobs. The lights in the room were dimmed. The half-light made the tree look less magnificent. The Doctor caught sight of Ayaria’s leather jacket laying crumpled on the floor. He listened to find the sobs were coming from behind the door on the right.

The Doctor walked up to the door. With only a moment’s hesitation he pushed it open. He blinked in the sudden bright lighting. The room itself was a bathroom. It was painted a soft blue with white marble used for the large bathtub and lavish sink. The Doctor barely noticed the room however.

His eyes were on Ayaria. Her crying had been cut off when he had come in. She breathed heavily. Her hazel eyes were turned on him, dark and guarded. Wet tears streaked her face. She was younger again, maybe only fourteen. His eyes fell to her lap. On it she rested her hands, palms up. Into her wrists were cut deep gashes. Streams of blood fell from her wrists, staining her jeans. That much blood, cuts that deep, she should have been dead. A foot away from her he saw the glint of a blade out of the corner of his eye.

“Out.” She whispered. Her voice wavered on her uneven breath.

The Doctor took a small step forward. Immediately she recoiled. She scrambled backwards. Her movements were slow and heavy. She may not be dying, but that was still a lot of blood loss. “Let me help, Ayaria.” He said in soft quiet tones.

“Get out.” She begged. Her voice so small the Doctor could barely hear it. She was still edging backwards.

“It’s okay.” The Doctor said, trying to calm her. He tried to bend down in front of the girl.

Her back hit the wall. She let out a small gasp. In her eyes the Doctor could see she was terrified. Terrified of him? “Please. Let me help.” The Doctor begged.

“Get out!” She repeated the words, yelling them at the Doctor. Her voice broke in the middle of the sentence.

And then, with these words echoing in his ears and the Tardis’s presence trying to pull him away he took a step backward. Then he turned and with a last glance to the bleeding girl he left. Numb, he slowly began walking out of her room and down the hallway.

Why had he left her? He should have stayed. Was it her eyes? Her begging? The Tardis pulling him away? He should have helped her. She needed him. And how could Jack had left her? Jack was her friend.

He stomped into the control room and began flipping levers. He toggled some switches. Every movement he made was fast and angry. And then the Tardis began to move. It made that glorious sound and for a fleeting second he thought of River.

The Tardis landed with a final loud whomp sound. He threw open the police box doors. Inches in from him was Jack who looked a mildly surprised. As expected when a box materializes inches from your face “You said she was okay.” The Doctor threatened in a hard voice that laid like a thin vail over his seething rage.

“I did.” Jack said meeting the Doctor’s gaze.

“Then why was she on the floor bleeding?” The Doctor’s anger still just barely concealed.

Jack spoke in an even voice. “Because if you knew you’d try to fix it. And this isn’t something you can fix.”

“How are you so sure about that?” The Doctor threatened.

“Because I know Ayaria. I know why and how she’s here and I know the hell she lives in.” Jack answered his voice getting slightly louder.

“Tell me then.” The Doctor said. The anger was slowly beginning to seep into his voice.

“Doctor. I’m not going to be the one to tell you. It’s not my story to tell. The Tardis will probably tell you eventually. She’s definitely not trying to keep you apart if she let you see Ayaria like that.”

“A girl just shows up in my Tardis with the face of my old lover from a lifetime ago. She claims to have been there for over three hundred years. She has installed all these weird programs to my Tardis! And then I find her trying to kill herself! And I’m supposed to just sit quietly and wait for the Tardis to decide she wants to explain it to me?” The Doctor ranted.

“Yes, Doctor. Now if you would excuse me I am somewhat busy at the moment.” He made a motion with his head and the Doctor looked up. For the first time he noticed the large museum he was in and the rest of Torchwood staring on. With a last glare towards Jack the Doctor stomped back into the Tardis still seething.

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