Doctor Who?

Ch. 8 Let Me Sleep

Ch.8

Let Me Sleep

*Rorys POV*

One by one we were dropping by dead flys, I was frozen, paralyzed by the thought of what would happen next. Or who would be next. "Amy" my voice sounded concerned which is what I half was. It was Amy nothing happens to Amy. It's always me who dies. Will I come back this time when I do. I didn't even know what I was doing, I kissed Amy on the forehead and gently brought her right next to Melody, neither of whom could be dead. They just couldn't. I looked at Clara who seemed to be able to know what I was thinking. Good for her because I didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was Amy and Melody would stay alive because they had to, Martha wouldn't though.

Without knowing what my feet were doing I got away from my wife and daughter, past a girl I barely knew, and toward the one who had been fighting with me for no apparent reason and whom I had been doing the same for the precise reason.

*Roses POV*

"This is just perfect" I said sarcastically to a particularly annoyed Donna. It had been about a half hour since we found the useful pebbles were missing. At first we were both panicky, then we tried to find out a strategy, now we are both just bored. I started tracing circles in the dirt with with my finger absentmindedly, I opened my mouth to talk then I realized Donna was drawing a TARDIS in the dirt, I smiled at her and she looked up and did the same to me. I traced the Doctor in the dirt. The tenth version the one Donna and I knew best. Donna drew a bug and a caption that said "There's nothing on my back" that made me laugh and at that moment the only thing that made Donna upset was not knowing what was going on. "Donna, something happened" Donna looked up and listened intently. I told her everything. Donna, not looking too concerned, and nodding throughout my story. "And now I can't decide who I should tell and who I shouldn't" I concluded. Donna thought for a second, "Well I'm glad you told me, it was the right thing for me, but I'm really not sure about anyone else. But really River would be the best option to find out."

"So first we find our way back," I said

"Then get River awake" Donna continued

"Then casually ask her to explain everyone's personality"

We looked at eachother knowing how impossible this was going to be

*Rorys POV*

It's surprising how long a few steps can take sometimes. I slowly walked toward where Martha ran off to it had already taken me ten minuets sometimes not even knowing if I was moving half the time, but here I turned and saw the girl I had been fighting with since we arrived. "Martha?" She looked up tears in her eyes. She had huddled up into a ball, "What do you want" she said harshly staring back into her knees. I didn't respond. After a few moments, that felt like a few hours of silence, she looked up and into my face. I took a breath, and said,"I want to help" it sounded stupid I knew it. But i don't think it was my words that made her face turn soft, she looked at my face as though not listening for every mistake I make like usual, she was just looking and she was seeing every emotion I had hid away, and she understood. She took a shaky breath in and said, "Along time ago when I traveled with the Doctor, I sort of fancied him a little." I didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue. "When i met him, he was just so mad and clever and just over all brilliant, and he had left such an imprint on me." My stomach dropped thirty feet. That was almost exactly word for word what River had told me so long ago. "And I left him, because he never looked twice at me" When I walked in I hadn't excepted this, how am I supposed to respond to this. "But I'm over it now, I have a husband" she continued obviously not sensing my awkwardness, "It's just, seeing everyone else in pain, I don't really know, it's just horrible..." I looked at her astonished, she was still crying just silently this time. I was half tempted to go fetch Clara or get another girl, after all this seemed more girl talk. She was back in her knees still crying. I hadn't spoken the whole time. "Rory," I heard faintly from within Martha's knees, "I'm so so sorry," she took in another raspy breath, "I had no business talking to you like I did earlier," finally words managed to slip out of my mouth "It's fine, I wasn't any better" i said slowly she emerged yet again though half of me wished she had stayed hidden so I wouldn't have to see her crying face, but at the same time I couldn't turn away. "Rory," she said barley louder than a whisper "I'm so so tired" I froze "No" I thought, that's what Melody was feeling right before she fainted, not died, she couldn't have died. I ran over to Martha in what felt like slow motion as she fell over. I kneeled down beside her and cradled her head sloppily in my arms, "No," I said out loud this time tears starting to trickle down my face, "C'mon stay with me, I'm a nurse it's my job to help" her eyelids twitched, "How funny.." I faintly heard from her mouth, "I'm a doctor" I knew the only way to keep her alive was to keep her conscience, "Great, tell me about it" I said, "It's how I met him, the hospital went to the moon, he checked in and I gave him a checkup, he had two heartbeats..." I had to keep her talking "Tell me about your time with the Doctor" she shook her head, "Rory please I'm begging you, let me sleep." She was still crying. "No, actually I'm not gonna let you do that. You said you married, tell me about him." She sighed "Mickey, I worked at UNIT we fought side by side..." I could tell I was loosing her, "Please Martha," My tears fell on her face and started to mix in through the ones leaking out of her tightly closed eyeslids.Her breathing was becoming slower, as though running out, "PLEASE!" Nothing I said could make her listen. "Rory?" She spoke so silently I had to lean closer to hear, "You've made my last the best..." Then she was still completely still. "No... Please.." I was sobbing now, "SOMEBODY!" I screamed my plea reverberating off the edges of the cave. But it was no use. And a sinking feeling made me worry even more, surely Clara would have heard my screams, unless she had moved, or maybe fallen asleep.