13th Doctor x Reader: Lost

Chapter 63: Evacuation

You pace back and forth, head in your hands. The Doctor would... try and make Izzy comfortable... check her over with the sonic... move to the controls to free the C-Lings. You don't dare ask Izzy to do anything, not wanting to make her worse, or in more pain than she already is.

As for the controls, they all mean absolutely nothing to you, keypads, buttons, levers, screens. The Doctor would press and pull every one of them, but that would just create a scene, which you don't need. Missy would know exactly what to do, but she's still missing.

You pace around the room, looking for anything that might look familiar. All too quickly you find a big red button with a glass shield. Every one of your senses is screaming 'evacuation button'. That's exactly what you need. It'll open all the cages and doors, but that'll just cause all the men to run in here. 

You don't have a choice. It's the only way to move forward in this plan. Despite your past love for this planet, you really just want to be back on the TARDIS.

"Izzy." You softly say. She moves her head to look at you, wincing and biting on the string of her hoodie. "I have a plan, but... we're going to have to run." 

She immediately shakes her head.

"I... I can help support you, hold you up."

At that, she drops the string. "No, no, no. I- I can't- just leave me here."

"Absolutely not." You sternly throw that idea out. "I don't want to do this as much as you don't, but I'm not just leaving you here. You'll get more hurt if you don't let me help you." 

She sighs, tightly closing her eyes. "Okay. Wh- What are you going to do?"

"Push the big red button." You grin, running back to it.

Pulling the glass shield open, you smash it. Alarms immediately blare, the room lit by dancing red lights. You run back over to Izzy, tentatively reaching out a hand. She turns her head, refusing to grab it.

"I'm pulling you up." You say, reaching down and looping an arm under her shoulders.

She immediately tenses, turning her head down. You feel your heart accelerate as well. 

"Izzy, you need to help me out here." You plead, trying to get through to her.

Your voice seems to snap her out of the spell, back to reality. You can only imagine where she went. She rests a hand on your shoulder, under which you tense, using her good leg to lift up. Grabbing her hoodie string in her mouth, she muffles a scream.

The two of you awkwardly shuffle to the door, easily opening it. Odd, not being locked. Left or right... Missy said it's nearly impossible to get lost in here. You hope that's true, but with your luck, you have a good chance of it happening.

"Your not going to hurt me." Izzy whispers, trying to convince herself. Looking at her, her face is covered in sweat, leg weakly dragging behind her.

"Absolutely not." You promise, deciding to go right.

The hallway is deserted, no C-Lings flying through. The lights, however, are still red, flooding the hallway.

"Self-Destruct in two minutes. Evacuation encouraged." A robotic voice screeches.

No, no, no, no. You don't have enough time! 

The Doctor wouldn't think like that. She'd keep moving, find a way to move faster. Though, she does have a tendency to escape at just the last second.

"One two." Izzy says as the two of you hobble along the hall. "When we were kids, at fairs. They'd tie the middle legs together. Three legged race." She recalls, stumbling into a wall. Her voice is shaky, barely audible.