My Sweet Revenge (Doctor Who)

Chapter 9

I stepped out of the Tardis. The Doctor and Clara were behind me. It was dark but one spotlight appeared in the centre of the room. I squinted and looked around. The place felt empty and cold. I walked cautiously over to the spotlight as I looked back at the Doctor who was watching me intently. Was this a trap? I looked out into the darkness and noticed faint green exit sign. That could be my get away. I had figured by now that this was a theatre and we were on the stage as I looked out onto the empty seats that were slightly lit up.

The Doctor nodded at Clara and she went back into the Tardis as he came over to me.

"What is this?" I asked. Something about not knowing what was going on was scaring me. I was fine in the Tardis. Then it was basically the same thing every day. Today was obviously different and I felt threatened by that.

Music started to play really loudly that it hurt the Doctor and I's ears. I held my ear and leaned to side with an aching moan. The Doctor had his palms on his ears. "Clara!" He shouted as loud as he could over the music.

Finally the music was turned down and we both sighed in relief. Clara appeared at the Tardis door. "Whoops, sorry." She gave an apologetic grin. The Doctor looked at her crossly. She ran back into the Tardis. I was getting irritated now.

"What the hell are we doing here Doctor?"

"I don't believe you."

"What?"

"I don't believe that I killed your family. I don't believe your story."

This made me angry. Why would I make it up? I was here for my revenge. If my revenge got the Daleks theirs while I was at it, fair enough, but I did not come all this way and go through all this for no reason. He seen the frustration and anger in my eyes. A song came on then. We both listened and the Doctor looked down and smiled before taking my hand and placing his other hand on my waist. This was stupid. I tried pulling away but he held on tight and began to move. I didn't want to look at him.

"Isla the Daleks wouldn't have brought you up unless they had a use for you. And they did. They used you to get to me. Why do you think they installed part of themselves into you?"

"To make me stronger, Doctor. The Daleks were kind to me after what you did."

"Don't you see Isla? I didn't do anything. I didn't kill your parents. The Daleks aren't kind. The only emotion they have is hatred. Pure, solid hatred." His voice was getting a little more desparate.

I sighed. He was never going to get it into his head. I just stared blankly over his shoulder. Well as over as I could get, he was quite a bit taller than me.

Then he started laughing. He took a step back and twirled me and brought me back into him again.

"What?"

"You're dancing." He smiled.

"I don't dance, Doctor." I looked him in the eyes.

"Then what do you call this?"

I looked down at our feet. They were moving in sync and in time with the music. I was on my toes taking a step with every step he took. We were dancing around the stage and I didn't even know it. Our arms were in a perfect position, giving eachother just the right amount of space.

The Doctor spun me out and back in again as I effortlessly stepped back into place.

"I was watching you in Ethiopitria, Isla. You're dancing was enchanting...And then you told me you didn't dance and when you attacked me and told me everything- about your parents and your life, I knew something didn't add up. Something wasn't right and You didn't make sense."

I was silent as I danced with him. I didn't know what to say. I hated to admit it but for the first time in forever I was enjoying myself, having genuine fun. The music turned upbeat and I could feel excitement bubble up inside me as the doctor lifted my hand over my head and I spun in the spot. My dress flowed outwards as I twisted and my hair followed loosely behind me. I let out a laugh in joy, and the doctor placed his hand back on my waist and pulled me in again as the music stopped. I looked at him. He had a wonderful smile on his face, and his eyes were so green.

My breath was taken away. It felt like I had forgotten how it felt, like hearing a song you knew you loved but completely forgot about it until now.

I fell to my knees gasping. A woman stood in the aisle by the seats. It was the same woman in my vision from Ethiopitria. This time there was a man standing beside her holding her hand and holding his other hand was a small boy. My heart ached for these people even though I hadn't a clue who they were.

I was still on my knees when I asked them who they were, squinting to see them properly in the faint light.

"Isla? What are you looking at?" I looked at the Doctor. He looked concerned

"Well, them." I replied, looking back to the couple and the boy. My eyes widened when I seen that they weren't there. The Doctor came over and helped me to my feet. "No, I swear they were there. They were watching me dance. A man, woman and little boy. Right there."

"There was nobody watching you Isla." Clara said.

I turned to her, "I'm not stupid. They were there."

"Isla.."

"SHUT UP" I roared. "They were right there, I swear it!" I turned to the Doctor in desperation. He didn't look like he believed me. He looked like he felt sorry for me.

Then, the doors at the back of the room burst open and a rusty light shone through. "EXTERMINATE" Blue shots of light zapped towards us, one just missing the side of my head.