She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
Also, I'm sad Halloween is over. November is such a boring month. I hope Christmas markets are allowed again, so at least December will be somewhat pleasant. It's so gloomy again, I hate to always come home after dark. *sigh* Anyway...at least writing keeps me going :D
Have fun :)
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Two things woke me up.
The Doctor tensing suddenly.
And the soft, muffled sound of a crying child.
Confused, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, peeking at the Doctor to find out if he heard it, too. His startled look revealed the answer and he held a finger up to his lips as he got up from the sofa.
The sound repeated, still sounding far away and as if the person was trying to hold it back. Tiny sobs that made me wonder if it had the same origin as the scream-like sound I had heard when touching the machines outside.
This house was only dimly lit, windows and doors all sealed shut with metal platings. There was light, however, making me realise the... lamp above our heads. An electrical one. Maybe the Master had installed it here? But then I also remembered the cooled beverages...
"Lucy." The Doctor's voice was barely above a whisper.
My eyes darted towards him. He stood next to a small door and had his hand on the knob. Curious I sprang up and came closer, now hearing the sounds more clearly.
"I'm not sure I want to know," I muttered darkly. Could this be another machine? But if so, then why lock us up with it?
The Doctor shrugged and put his ear to the wood. "Hey," he softly called. "Is someone in there?"
A shocked yelp came from the other room, another sob. We looked at each other and I shrugged helplessly.
"Hello there," the Doctor continued, voice carefully soft. "I'm the Doctor. I got locked up in here, quite as you. I'm here with a friend. We want you no harm."
There was noise from the other side, some mumbling maybe and the sound of shuffling feet and clothes.
"I'm coming in, okay? Please don't shoot."
With that he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. Another scared yelp came from the room and the Doctor opened the door fully to step in. I followed, on guard and immediately baffled by what I saw.
It looked like a small study room, with bookshelves and a table and also a comfy sofa. On that and in several other places there sat... children. Probably twelve or fifteen of them, all in various ages between maybe five to their early teens. And all of them looked terrified.
"Why did he lock up children?" I wondered, mumbling, trying to remember if I had seen any in the machines from before.
"Hey, hello, I'm the Doctor," introduced the Time Lord. "This is Lucy."
