The Tale Of Time {Doctor Who X Reader}

Idiot's Lantern Part: 2

"We started finding them about a month ago. Persons left sans visage. Heads just blank."

"Is there any sort of pattern?" {Y/N} asks curiously as she looks over the map.

"Yes, spreading out from North London. All over the city. Men, women, kids, grannies. The only real lead is there's been quite an enormous number in..."

"Florizel Street." The Doctor finishes.

"Found another one, sir." {Y/N} stares in shock at the pink skirt poking from under a blanket. The Doctor continuing to look through the files.

"Oh, you again. Needed a word with you." The Doctor states.

"Doctor..." {Y/N} whispers sadly as she looks at the covered figure before her in disbelief.

"Now for starts you really pack a punch, just so you know and now the thing I'm mad about is to do with you possibly spraining {Y/N}'s wrist-"

"Oh, er, good man, Crabtree." The inspector interrupts, causing to Doctor to lift his head in offense. "Here we are. Take a good look. See what you can deduce." The man who had entered the room removed the blanket from the individual, revealing their nonexistent face.

"Rose." The Doctor says in shock as he slowly approaches her.

"You know her?"

"Know her? She's..." The Doctor trails off.

"They found her in the street, apparently, over by the square, abandoned."

"That's unusual. That's the first one out in the open. Heaven help us if something happens in public tomorrow for the big day. We'll have Torchwood on our backs then, make no mistake."

"They did what?" {Y/N} asks quietly as she looks over Rose's nonexistent face.

"I'm sorry?"

"They left her where?" The Doctor seethes.

"Just in the street."

"In the street. They left her in the street. They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things simple. Very, very simple. Do you know why?" The Doctor says angrily as he turns around.

"No."

"Because now, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this Earth that can stop us. Come on!" The Doctor shouts as he takes {Y/N}'s uninjured wrist, dragging her away.

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The Doctor stands firmly in front of Tommy's house. {Y/N}, who was stood beside him, looks at the Doctor in concern. The Doctor was tense, an aura of anger surrounding him making {Y/N} worried. Actions made in anger are the Doctor's downfall.

Ringing the house bell, Tommy answers the door.

"Tommy. Talk to us." The Doctor says firmly. "We need to know exactly what happened inside your house."

As Tommy steps out of the house he goes to shut the door, but it swings open again to reveal his father's angry face.

"What the blazes do you think you're doing?" Eddie says furiously as he stands beside his son.

"I want to help, dad."

"Mister Connolly..." {Y/N} says but gets cut off by Eddie.

"Shut your face, you!" Eddie spits venomously. "Whoever you are. We can handle this ourselves." He then turns towards Tommy. "Listen, you little twerp. You're hardly out of the blooming' cradle, so I don't expect you to understand. But I've got a position to maintain. People round here respect me. It matters what people think." He hisses.