The Lost Companion -Doctor Who-

Blue

*The Doctor is in his Tenth regeneration- (Actor: David Tennant)

The companions view point-

My death wasn’t normal.

But, then again, not much of my life was normal to begin with.

I was leaning against the console, watching him work.

"It's a city planet." He said happily, throwing levers and spinning dials to set the coordoinates for our next destination.

"A planet, made of city, right down the the core. I haven't visited since the academy." 

The ship landed heavily- I lost my balance and reached out and caught myself on the support column. 

Theta proffered his hand with a smile, and I took it, following him out the door. 

"What?!" He let out a surprised exclamation. 

City planet was not the words I would use to describe the scene before us. 

The ground was shuddering under distant explosions. Powdery dust stood inches thick on all surfaces, already coating the TARDIS. The air was thick with smog and burnt flakes of ash.  Smoke hid the landscape. 

The Doctor crouched and ran a hand over the dust, rubbing it between his fingers and smelling it. 

"Well." He wiped his hand on his trosers. "I may have gotten the year wrong."

"Meaning?" I asked, coughing into my sleeve. 

"Meaning this hasn't been in habited for hundreds, if not thousands of years. But!" he blew softly on the ground and the dust dissappeared, leaving  silver metal shining.

"Melted at some point. Iron and silver compound." He looked up and squinted  into the dark. "Now I'm curious." 

"Don't be." 

The metal beneath us  shook as another explosion ripped through the air, underlining my words, then it stilled, leaving the air quiet. Theta stared into the smoke, and I took a step back, the back of my heel hitting the threshold of the TARDIS. 

Another explosion went off, inches away. Everything went white for a span of heartbeats. I was thrown forward, and my head struck the ground, hard. 

My ears were ringing. I felt blood on my face, running freely over my right eyes and down my cheek. I lifted myself onto my hands and knees, coughing.  I reach out blindly for Theta. I couldn't see through the smoke. It enveloped me, burning my skin and lungs.  

The TARDIS shrieked out in the chaos, and I feel a strong hand close around my wrist. I am pulled to my feet, and half dragged forward. My feet pound against the metal, that is now burning red hot. Everything was shifting, and I was stumbling, running on feeling and sound alone.

The burning on my feet halted as my arm brushes the wood of the TARDIS. The hand holding me up released me, and I stumble to a stop, clutching the guard rails and coughing harshly. My throat burned.  The doors slam shut, cutting off the noise, leaving us in the cool, smoke free, dark.  

The Doctor's feet clatter against the grating. He is dashing around the console like a madman, judging by the sounds. 

I blink my eyes open, wiping away the dripping blood from the deep gash over my right eye. It is dark in the TARDIS for the first time since I have been aboard. 

"Theta-" I stop, double over, coughing. My voice is weak and rough. "What-"

"They took the core." He cut me off. His voice was quiet. The lights under the console brighten into existence, casting a soft glow through the room. He stood over the panels, hands clutching the corners, head down.