My Sweet Revenge (Doctor Who)

Chapter 12

Isla's pov

I remember. I remember my real family, my real life.

I opened my eyes. The Doctor was by my side, asleep, holding my hand. I didn't want to wake him. For once, he was so still. It would have felt like a sin to disturb that.

I thought over everything that happened. My name is Isla Grey. The Daleks didn't raise me. They brainwashed me into thinking the Doctor killed my parents. I sighed in relief. My parents were still alive... with my little brother! Happiness swelled up inside me. The Daleks never came back for me. They were tracking me though, and they used me as a trap to kill the Doctor, they were just waiting until I left the Tardis. I was their collateral damage when I got hit. I passed out for a while but I woke up on the Tardis floor. I was disorientated and made my way outside. I saw a blurry Doctor surrounded by Cybermen and Daleks and I knew I needed to save him, just like he wanted to save me. Unsteadily I raised my hand and shot blue light after blue light from it, damaging the Daleks and Cybermen. "RETREAT RETREAT RETREAT."

"Downgrade the human, downgrade the human!"

I felt a searing pain in my head and then more darkness.

The Doctor snapped me out of my thoughts when he hugged me so tight it was hard to breathe.

"You're okay!" He held my head and kissed it. For the time I've known him I haven't seen him so happy. I sat painfully as he fussed over me. He left the room and came back in with milk and jammie dodgers. Clara followed behind him.

"Hi Clara." I said

"Hey." She smiled nervously. The last conversation we had was a bit awkward.

I pulled away the blanket and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was expecting to be dizzy but I was fine. Just a little sore. I looked at my hands and knees, covered in burns but they were almost healed.

"How long have I been out?"

"Two weeks."

"Two days."

The Doctor and Clara said simultaneously.

"Two weeks, Clara."

"What?"

"I didn't want you worrying about looking after me. You have enough going on at the moment, looking for a job and other human things."

"But Doctor.."

"So I dropped you off two weeks ago, my time, and just collected you a couple of days later, your time."

We both looked at him only slightly grasping the explanation.

"Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Wimey" He said moving his hands trying to explain.

Clara took me to the closet room and helped me get changed. I spent ages picking an outfit. I wanted one that I knew was me. I know that when I was with the Daleks I didn't care what I wore. But now I felt like it had to suit me.

I eventually picked out a black dress to compliment my dark hair. I got some cute red shoes and a thin red belt to brighten it up a bit.

"Isla, I'm sorry." Clara interrupted my thoughts.

"For what?"

"Well you know, I was very rude to you before.. before it all happened. I just –"

"It's fine. You were looking out for the Doctor. You care for him." She smiled, relieved. "At least we both have something in common to at least try and get along."