The CobWeb Effect ((11th Doctor FanFic))

Chapter 2:

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RECAP:

"They're gone," I whispered back to him, looking away then looking back, "how?"

"The planet collapsed on itself, while everyone was resting." He spoke solemnly, "it's a black hole now."

"Then why am I not dead?" Tears formed in my eyes. My people, I didn't know them, but still, they were practically who I am and was. I looked at The Doctor, and I felt my bottom lip trembling as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"Well....... Becky, that's where I come in. I saved you."

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"Why'd you save only me? Why not the million others on the god-forsaken planet?!" I was more frustrated the more I thought about it.

"Becky, I would've! If it didn't mean destroying the TARDIS, I would've rescued your family!"

His face said he was hurt, and he was trying his best not to yell. Too loud.

"Then why me? Why not the thousand other babies you could've chosen from?" My voice was quiet, and I was choked up. Tears were threatening to spill, but I didn't bother covering that up.

"Because, I knew you'd do great things, Becky. When you looked at me, with your eyes the exact same shade of blue as the TARDIS, i knew you were the one to pick. Your earth mother was so joyed when I left you on her doorstep. I had tampered with your mind so you'd believe you were human. I had been watching over you secretly to make sure you were living well. I know everything important that's happened to you. I wanted you safe."

I was a little creeped out at that last part, but then realized, he was like my adopted father.

"I'm sorry....." I had so many more questions, but I could tell neither of us wanted to talk.

"Go back to bed, Becky. Tomorrow, we'll get Debora back."

Debora is my mothers name. How did he know my mother's name? He knows more than he's telling, that's for sure.

I sat in bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts swirled through my head so fast I had to lie down. I felt bad, I was a little harsh on The Doctor. I decided to apologize in the morning.

Managing to slow my mind down, I thought of relaxing thoughts until I was lulled to sleep by the calmness in my room.

I awoke feeling nervous and excited about today. My stomach was slightly fluttering. I let paranoia kick in and I had some very nasty and unnerving thoughts about what could happen. The Doctor had told me that there were aliens as bad, maybe, worse, than the weeping angels that will most defiantly be there. I stood, got dressed in my outfit from a few days before, the one I met The Doctor in, and I sauntered into the console room; only to discover he was already in there. He waved a good morning, and asked me seriously,

"Now, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Asking me that is like asking me if I wanted to let the world end or not, yes I do."

"You're not the only one energy is being chartered around. There are probably another million people/aliens. I've met a few. None of them really seemed heroic though," The Doctor said, half speaking to himself.

"I'm not heroic either," I mumbled, although he caught it.

"You don't know that for sure," he stated, tossing me an apple, "Save your energy, it's gonna be a long trip. The two of us enjoyed a breakfast of meager portions and a glass of water each, then The Doctor begun giving me lectures on safety. He told me I'd look menacing with a weapon, when I asked. I was also told to try and stick with him the whole time.