Forever In A Day (Sequel to FY and NAA a DW fanfic)

Chapter 3: Domestication is Not For the Faint Of Heart.

A/N Hey all! So next chappie here she is! I hope you guys like! The song to the side is Shipwrecked by Chameleon Circuit, it's a song written for the Doctor, and I think it also fits Electra and the Doctor's situation quite well. Also the pic to the side is a little something on Doctor Domestication that I thought was funny! And since currently the Doctor is doing the domestic it kinda works! Also big news in the author note at the end of the chapter so be sure to read!

                                                                                                                                  Jo

Electra’s POV

     Two months into our prison sentence, it had been two months already. I couldn’t believe it, living a settled down domesticated life wasn’t so bad, or at least that’s what I thought until today. I was walking home from the library, it’s Thursday and the Doctor would probably be there when I arrived.

    We did the exact same thing every day, we woke up we got dressed we went to work we came home we said a few words about our day and then went to bed only to get up and do the exact same thing over again.

     I never really thought about that before, until today, I never really thought about how we did the exact same thing, maybe it’s because for these last few months I have just been adjusting to everything, maybe I was still in too much shock over the situation to notice. I didn’t know, all I knew was I woke up this morning stressed and annoyed, I was tired of being here, tired of doing the same thing, and tired of being normal.

    The claustrophobic prison like feeling closed in on me as I entered our flat. The Doctor was sitting on the couch grading papers, he at least seemed to enjoy his job. “Oh hey your home!” The Doctor said as he turned his head and shot me a grin.

    “Yea home sweet home.” I said, throwing my stuff down, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Rough day?” He asked and I looked at him astonished. “Yea you could say that.” I said with a little more hate than I intended, after all this wasn’t his fault.

     “What’s the matter Electra?” he asked as he followed me into the kitchen and I spun around. “What’s the matter? What is the matter? You don’t know? Well since you apparently don’t I’ll tell you! I hate it here! I hate acting normal, I hate doing the same thing day after day and I just hate this whole life!” I yelled tears streaming down my face and the Doctor looked at me blank for a few minutes.

     “You think I don’t hate it here too? What you think I enjoy this? Maybe if it was my own choice I would like it better but it’s not! I am stuck here! And you know what I am sick and tired of losing everything! I am sick and tired of being the only one left! And I have spent the whole day hating myself because I wasn’t there to take River to the Singing Towers!” He yelled back tears streaming down his face now. I looked at him as all of my anger flooded away and I went up to him. “Was that today?” I asked and he nodded his head sadly. “I’m sorry.” I said gently as I placed a hand on his shoulder and he leaned into me, his body shacking as I wrapped my arms tighter around him.

     We stood in the kitchen, me hugging the Doctor tightly as I comforted him. I knew that all of my issue’s didn’t hold a candle to what he was going through right now, and that I just had to be there for him. We eventually made it to the couch and the Doctor layed there, his head in my lap, as I grabbed the phone and called the college telling them that a family member had died and that Dr. Matthews wouldn’t be in for a few days.

    The lady on the line was very understanding and considerate and gave us her condolences before I hung up the phone and looked down at the mop of dark hair on my lap. I ran my fingers gently through it and began to twist and play with his hair as I felt his breathing slow and I knew he was asleep.