The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)

Flashbacks and Not Dead... Surprisingly

The Rebel's POV
You know what they say? That in our final moments of life, the brain replays memories? Ones throughout our life? Ones we might not even remember off the top of our heads? Well, that's exactly what was playing through my head.

I fell to my knees as the ID card I wore around my neck shocked me. I wriggled in pain and screamed out. I rolled into a ball and screamed my voice hoarse. It's hurt more than regeneration. It hurt more than what the Daleks did to me. It hurt more than heartbreak. My ears filled with the screams of the crowd as they fell as well, some died almost instantly, others, like me, weren't as lucky. We suffered as others slipped from life. My eyelids slowly felt like heavyweights, weighing down my eyes. I groaned as they closely closed, but I didn't die. No, not yet.

*Flashback*
There I stood, age two, in a field of red grass, alongside my brother. I was smiling. My mother and father watched as me and my brother danced and played together. He was older, by three years. He would be leaving for the Academy in 3 years.

Again, another flashback, this time I was 8, standing nervously in front of the Untempered Schism. The deep purples, blue, white and grey danced in my eyes. The thought of adventure and excitement danced around in my thoughts as I forced a small smile.

This time, I was 10 years old, my 13 year old brother and his best friend, and I were gathered around a tree in a hill. That had become out meeting spot. Our sanctuary. "I'll miss this.." His friend sighed. "But you can go adventures! Explore!" I smiled, looking at the burnt orange sky, playing with a piece of red grass in my fingers. "You're right. And you can come with us!" My brother exclaimed, jumping up. I smiled and nodded eagerly. We all got up and ran back down the hill, towards another day of adventures.

The next flashback hurt the most.... It was the three of us, all laying down under a tree. Talking and thinking aloud. I was about 18 now. "What do think you'll call yourself?" My brother asked. The two of them already had nick names, but I chose not to use them. Instead calling them by their Academy nicknames. "Hmm, I think....-"

My first Tardis. I was nearly 60 by then. My ol' Tardis. I 'accidentally' disabled the Chameleon Circuit, so it was stuck as an "out of order" red telephone box from the 2000's. The interior was white spirals with specks of colors every so often. The console was silver with gold accents. The rotor thing extended to the ceiling, and was deep purple. I loved it so much. I saw my younger self rush in the red double check doors and hurriedly push buttons. The Tardis took off, and landed in the backyard of a very important person to me. Lauren Brookes. I met her during my 2nd regeneration. She was my best friend. She was my first companion. But I lost her. She died like a normal human. No space aliens, no robots or something of the sort, just a simple gunshot to the head. A burglar from a nearby bank shot her in the spot, just like that. I became depressed after Lauren died, she was my rock, she kept me uprooted. She kept me alive.

As quickly as possible, the next flashback started replaying, companion after complain, regeneration after regeneration. Memories after memories.

Doctor's POV
I pulled the stupid ID off of myself and hurried to the Rebel. She had passed out by the time o got to her. I gingerly took her pulse and looked back at the Slitheen. "Deadly to humans, maybe." I stepped closer to the startled green alien. I pushed the Rebel and I's ID's against the collar around its neck, enveloping it in electricity.

I looked up as it fell to the ground and saw the room full of once alive people. Yet another group of people I didn't save. I sighed sadly and looked at the Rebel. She understood. The only thing that frustrated me, was the fact that I couldn't understand her. Why she was taken, why she was alive, why she acted the way she did. Questions whirled all around my head, but I shook it to clear them. She was a friend. A person to lean on, and I- never mind, it isn't important. I slowly picked her up bridal style and walked out of the room in a hurry.

"Oi! If you want aliens, you've got them. They're inside Downing Street. Come on!" I called the police officers, and they followed up the stairs.

We entered the room to see the two people, Green and Asquith, the Slitheen. "Where have you been? I called for help. I sounded the alarm. There was this lightening, this kind of, er, electricity, and they all collapsed." Asquith annoying spoke, lying straight through his teeth.

"I think they're all dead." One of the officers inspected a few bodies. "That's what I'm saying. He did it! That man there. And his friend." Green pointed to me. "I think you will find the Prime Minister is an alien in disguise. That's never going to work, is it?" I turned to the police officers and they shook their heads. "No" "Fair enough," I smiled and started running, the Rebel still unconscious in my arms. 

3rd Person POV
And the Doctor got trapped between two lots of armed police "Under the jurisdiction of the Emergency Protocols, I authorise you to execute this man." Asquith ordered the men. "Well, now, yes, you see, er, the thing is, if I was you, if I was going to execute someone by backing them against the wall, between you and me, little word of advice." The Doctor smugly started.

"Don't stand them against the lift!" He laughed and the lift's doors closed on the officers. The lift doors opened to the first floor and the other Slitheen stood, black bulging eyes and all.  "Hello!" The Doctor waved, as Rose and Harriet were being pursued by the Slitheen. The pair ran into an empty and the lift doors closed once more.

The Rebel's POV
"Ding!" The sound of a lift bell went off, ringing in my ears. I groaned and tried to bear my surroundings. "Rebel? You awake?" A voice asked. I cracked my eyes open to see a fuzzy image of the Doctor. "Huh?" I mumbled. He slowly bent down and I felt my sore body come in contact with the cool floor. "Wha- what happened?" I rubbed my forehead.

"Rebel, I forgot to tell you.... I've been thinking. The Daleks took you. What did they do? Do you remember?" He pleaded. I shook my head and buried it in my knees. "It's all fuzzy. I can't remember-" I was cut off by the Doctor exclaiming, "Of course! How could we be so stupid?! I can't believe I didn't see this before!!! Oh my god!" I rolled my eyes and waited for him to explain.

"The Daleks. Oh! They aren't half as thick as I thought! And that's saying something! They were smart! Oh very smart! The Daleks- they must have- it's the only possible explanation!" He rambled. "What happened?!" I exasperated. The Doctor bent down to me and looked directly in my eyes, "The Daleks, they did genetic tests! They tried to extract Timelord DNA and put it in a Dalek! It didn't work! That's why it's so fuzzy! I did a scan you when we first met, and it said you had Anti-seizure Drugs in your system. They Daleks did tests on you that caused you to have seizures! That's why you passed out! You're body is still fighting off the drugs, and add in a bit of electricity, it would knock you right out!" He explained.

I stayed silent the entire time he spoke, mouth and eyes wide. Wondering what the Daleks really did to me....

A/N: I added that last part just for fun, and to show that since the Doctor didn't pass, out why did the Rebel? PLEASE tell me what you think so far?!? I really don't know if I like this story so much anymore, and I've really been considering not continuing..... Bleh. Anyway,, please tell me what I should improve, what I should leave out or discontinue, or etc.

🦄 a unicorn emoji just because..