My Sweet Revenge (Doctor Who)

Chapter 8

I had no sense of time. It felt like an eternity since I was locked in this... prison. The Doctor visited every day, with food and he set the Tardis to install a bathroom into the room for me. He never really spoke but I could tell that he knew that it was still me. He truly believed there was a different Isla inside me. It was amusing at first. He would do tests on me. He must have taken my blood twenty times now and every time it ended up in the bin or thrown against the wall with his frustration. I heard from home once, during the night. The Dalek told me they were coming for me. They knew I couldn't do anything trapped in here so they decided to cut contact so as to avoid the risk of the Doctor finding them. They were coming to rescue me. All I had to do was wait.

After a while I got bored and frustrated watching him through the glass, doing the same thing every day. Where the hell were the Daleks?

On one particular day the Doctor didn't do tests and he didn't take blood. He came into the room carrying a hanger with a dress on it. I was stood up from the bed, planted my feet and crossed my arms. "You're not getting anymore bl-"

"I'm not going to take any." He interrupted with a calm tone.

"Then what? A little heart to heart?"

"No. Put this on." He threw the dress on the bed and turned to leave the room. "We're going dancing." He didn't sound as excited as last time.

I went into the bathroom and put on the dress. This time it was short. I slipped it on and put my arms through and zipped it up before I looked in the mirror. This time it was a very simple dress. A light blue, the skirt half was silk. I twirled. Again, I felt amazing in this dress. I left my hair down and let the dark curls fall over my shoulders. I went back and sat on the bed, waiting. And excited I was leaving this place, whether it was with the man I hated most or not. I wasn't going to try anything. Even with his stupid little sonic screwdriver he was still more armed than me, and considering the Daleks cut contact I wouldn't have their weapons either.

A pair of shoes appeared at the end of the bed. They were more like slippers. At first I wondered how I was going to walk anywhere in them. However, after I put them on, they were comfortable and fitted perfect. The Tardis must have picked them out to match the dress because they too were light blue. I smiled. I wasn't used to these clothes (as I'd always be wearing more practical clothes when training) but I loved wearing them.

The door clicked open. I was about to make another snide comment to piss the doctor off but it was a girl who peeped her head around the corner. She was average height with really pretty eyes and dark hair. She caught me with he eyes ad stepped out from behind the doors.

"Hello." She said.

Why does the Doctor have another girl in his Tardis?

I shook the thought out of my head.

"Who are you?"

"Clara. You ready?" I could tell she knew who I was and what I was here to do. She didn't like me.

"Yes."

She took out the sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the glass panel in front of me. I put my hand out to touch it but it was gone. I took a step and then a breath. I was finally getting out of this place. I walked straight for the door.

"Hey hey what are you doing?" She stopped me.

"I'm not going to run you know."

She stared at me. "You do anything, and I mean anything to hurt him..."

I chuckled.

"No I mean it." She took a step closer to me. She was smaller than me but I could tell she was fierce. "He is too good and too kind to ki- I mean dump you off this ship." She weakened at the end of her sentence. Suspicious. She cleared her throat. "Follow me"