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...
A/N: We all love a good old silly trope from time to time, don't we? *snicker* I couldn't resist this one. And I hope you're having as much fun with it as I had.
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I thought I would be alright after a good night's rest, that all the tension and anxiety would simply fall off and vanish.
But not only could I barely get any sleep at all, it also was ridden with nightmarish images of billowing black smoke and eyes so dark they must be holes into eternity itself. A beak snapping towards me, accusing eyes glaring in my direction from a circle of bound people in weird machines.
Several times I shot up from my sheets, panting and heart hammering, hands fumbling for the switch of my light to see something else than darkness, to be assured that I wasn't trapped in the eternal blackness of the void.
The morning after was spent in a daze. The food didn't taste like anything and when the children played in the console room and tried to get my attention, I barely managed to give them a confused smile.
"You've been staring into nothing for an hour already," the Doctor said. "Is everything alright with you?"
I looked up at him, opening my mouth to respond. But somehow words wouldn't leave me, my mind was too blank to come up with any. So I simply nodded, because that usually is what is expected.
In the end I had enough of all the noise and wanted to leave the room, only to get held back by the Doctor's voice. He was so busy with those children and still managed to get some repairs done. But I couldn't stay, answered his question where I wanted to go with a simple shrug and a nod to the doors to the inside.
Everything appeared as if behind smeared glasses, although I was still wearing contacts. When I walked, it seemed as if my feet never touched the ground. When the hot water of the shower ran over my skin I barely even felt it. There was no thought, no direction, no desire to do anything at all. Quite as if someone had simply cut the line from my brain to myself.
The Doctor later found me in the library, looking tired and a bit dishevelled. The children had probably kept him busy all day.
"Ah, I was wondering where you're hiding," he greeted. "Those rascals really demand every ounce of one's attention." He let out a dramatic sigh and smiled. "So, now don't even dare to deny it. I know something's up with you, Lucy."
He flopped down on the reading sofa with me and took the book out of my hands.
"Oh, The never ending story. Always liked that one."
Had I been reading that? I couldn't even remember. It was one of my favourites, so maybe that was why I had picked it up.
"You're not listening, are you?" the Doctor asked with a little pout. "Come on, tell me. I'm sure we can find something to brighten your day."
Was that needed? I didn't feel like my day wasn't bright enough. It just wasn't anything at all. So I only shrugged, dragged my knees under my chin and glared at the shelf opposite to us. Maybe it was a little cold. Or was it just me? Was I hungry? Had I even eaten something today? Absently I tapped my fingers against my leg in a non-rhythm, trying to recall what the book was about. There I had read it so often already and still, at this very moment, I couldn't recall the details.
