Left Behind {Doctor Who/Tenth Doctor}

Chapter 15

I step back into my house, confused as ever. I throw the extinguisher back under the sink before grabbing my sonic screwdriver. I head right up to my room without stopping. I climb into bed before pulling the covers over my body. Somehow I manage to get a goodnight's sleep.

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I open my eyes to the bright light, everything from last night suddenly rushing over me. Was that a dream? That had to have been a dream... That was not the Doctor. That couldn't be. He said I would die if I went with him... The Doctor I know wouldn't come back to tell me that. It's a fixed point, I would think. I mean, It has to be. Also, why if that was the Doctor, he should know that I wouldn't listen to him. I'd still do it anyway.

I shrug it off before making my way down my silent stairs. I turn into the kitchen, just taking a glance at the living room. I walk in, ready to make my coffee when I run back and look again. The fire extinguisher foam sits on the floor. I step back, the sudden realization of that memory not being a dream. It happened. It was real. I stare at the foam for a while, not breaking my trance. The doorbell rings, suddenly making me come back to reality. I whip my head to the door. I hesitantly walk over to it. I crack it open.

"Hello!" the Doctor who I am used to seeing, says. I send back a mutter. "I'm coming in," is all he says. I open the door farther. He doesn't sit down on the couch like he normally does. "Okay, I was thinking- Well, it passed through my mind once-"

"No," I spit out.

"What? You don't even know what I was going to say... Well, I mean, you may know."

"I'm not going with you," I say bluntly, surprising him.

"Why?"

"Because I can't..." I reply but he still doesn't buy it. I think back to the conversation I had with future him...

"Tomorrow morning, when the Doctor asks you to go on a trip with him... Don't. Do not go on that trip, whatever you do, don't. You will- I can't say, but just don't. Even if it... wrecks something you have with him. Us- You being apart is better than you being dead. He won't understand, but I need you to listen to me. Do not get inside his TARDIS. Don't do anything with him. Stop- just stop traveling with him."

Suddenly a switch in my head flips. I know how to get him to listen. I know how to fix whatever is wrong. I know.

"I-I don't want to. I'm done traveling with you," I spit out, suddenly wishing I had never said that. I want to take it back. I look at his face.... It's full of sadness, anger, guilt, and confusion but he doesn't say anything. He takes a step back. "Say something."

"I can't. I have nothing to say."

"What?" I question, noticing how my lip quivered. "H-How do you not have anything to say? I said I don't want to go with you, and you just stand there. Say something, god dammit!" I shout. He takes a step back, not from fear. Of course not from fear. He takes a step back, signaling he's ready to leave.

"I understand," is all he says. My jaw drops.

"I just pretty much said I'm done. I pretty much told you to leave, and you say you understand?! You don't care that I'm done? It's just that easy for you to find somebody else?" I ask, just becoming aware of the tears falling down my face.

"You don't have to travel with me anymore."

"I love you, you stupid man!" I shout, slamming my hands on the wall. "Do you not understand that? I don't want you to respond like that... Like you don't care!... Because I do care. I care. So, right now, say something other than that," I demand, anger rushing through me. He takes two steps forward, directly in front of me.

"I love you, Alessa," he says almost in a struggle. I must seem taken back a bit because he rushes to the next part. "That's why I don't demand you to go. I want you to be happy. And I'll tell you something else: I'll see you again," he says before quickly grabbing my face. He places his other hand around my back, pulling me close. I feel his breath on my face before I lean in. He kisses me first, making me smile through the tears. I kiss him back, wanting so much more. I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time. My salty tears mix into the kiss, but I ignore it and so does he. He finally pulls back, taking in a deep breath.

"I have other reason to have two hearts. Too bad I can't have four lungs," he says before walking away. He walks right out the door to his TARDIS.