Before You Fade From Me || A Doctor Who Fanfic

Chapter 15: The thinking chair

Chapter 15: The thinking chair

The console room was quiet. The cheery orange and blues dull as the room enters sleep mode. The Doctor sits on his soft tan leather thinking chair by the hand rails. He always sat there when he was worried or trying so solve a problem. The chair had become worn lately. His mind was troubled once again, and he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Not even his best friend Amelia. Because the problem he was trying to solve was HER. The winds of time rage through his mind as it grows as empty as a prairie as solutions leave him.

He rubs his forehead in despair. Something was wrong with Amy. Every night this week, Or next week or last week, but definitely seven nights in a row, she had nightmares. Always the same one, but she couldn’t remember what they were. He tried hooking her up to the TARDIS telepathic system but it could only detect what she had already told him. That she was chained back to back with someone in a dark room. That he had been hurt grievously and that she was terrified.

Something must have edited her memory of the dream or else the TARDIS could have picked it up.

The silence were an option he supposed. Images of tally marks and electricity and foggy faces flew inside his mind.

They mixed with all his other theories. With one thought he sent the images flying away like he was swiping away words from a blackboard.

Thats to simple. He becomes emerged in his thoughts when he hears the screaming start again.

He sighs and stands. The dark circles under his eyes wouldn’t leave him, the late nights with Amy combined with adventures and endless thinking even after amy was safely put back to bed had left him exhausted for the first time in his long life in a very long time.

The screams echo through the tardis halls and the TARDIS groans in whats either a sympathetic noise or an annoyed whine.

He opens her room and walks in, a wet cloth, two Ibuprofen, and hot chocolate already in his hands.

He places his hands on either side of her face and wipes her tears off.  At his touch her eyes flutter open, her pupils dilated wide.

She doesn’t sit up. Just wrinkles her brow and grabs his wrists. “I’m sorry. You look tired I-”

He helps her sit up. “No don’t say that it’s not your fault. I’m fine.”

He hands her the cloth and she wipes her face off and cleans up her mascara. 

She laughs lightly. “I should have learned to use waterproof by now.”

He frowns sadly. She swallows the pills and rubs her head from the migraine that would persist for the next few hours.

They both share the coco and talk about the dream again. Amy has nothing new to report about it. 

“It’s just these headaches,” She rubs her temples. “It seriously is frustrating. If it wasn’t in my head I’d shoot it.”

He snickers. “Now I see where River gets it from.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs the cup from him and sips it.

He tucks her back in to the bed and kisses her forehead goodnight.

“See ya in the morning.”

She nods and turns over in the bed, the back of her red head all he can see as he walks out into the corridor.

He closes the door behind him and his stomach balls up in fear for her. He couldn’t lose her. And the tests he had been taking from her DNA on the mugs had only made him stay up all night. He didn’t want to lose her to, but the TARDIS had confirmed the headaches origins.

A single tear falls down his face. He hurriedly wipes it, then stomps back to his chair.