My Sweet Revenge (Doctor Who)

Chapter 13

We joined the Doctor in the console room. He was dancing around the console like he usually does. Clara went down the steps and joined him. I stood there watching him. I missed him like this. Seemingly care free and light hearted.

"Blackpool, 2016!"

"That's a bit ordinary is it not?" Clara asked.

"Nothings ordinary, Clara, lots of things happen in London that are out of the ordinary."

"Like what?"

"Me!"

I giggled and the Doctor swung around.

"Isla!" He paused, "You look spectacular"

I blushed. Stupid pale skin.

"I'm off home." Clara broke the awkward silence. "I'll leave you two alone for a while. Isla, for what it's worth I'm glad you're alive." She made her way to the door. "See you Wednesday Doctor!"

He hesitated. "Wednesday-ish" I called after her but the doors had already shut. He turned to me.

"I'd imagine you'd like to see your parents."

"And my little brother."

He looked surprised.

"A brother. That's nice.." His eyes glazed over with... was it sadness?.. for a moment before he changed the subject. He was good at that.

"Where do you live?"

"Em, Blackpool actually. Just down the road if I'm right on guessing were at the Tower."

"You're right. I'll walk you."

We made our way to my home. I enjoyed the fresh air so so much. The Doctor and I made small talk. I told him everything that I remember and the last thing I remember before it all happened- which was just leaving the house to go to uni classes. It felt like we were getting to know each other all over again, like a fresh start.

"It feels weird, Doctor."

He looked down at me. I kept looking at the ground. "I still remember being her. Dalek Isla. It feels like it was still me. I still feel what she felt even though none of it was real."

The Doctor didn't say anything. He looked down at his feet and smiled a little. Again with the sadness.

We turned a corner to a street bordered with small houses and picket fences. The Doctor smiled and let out a quiet laugh. "Quite the perfect human life."

"Far from perfect." I replied. "But at least my family are okay. Im pretty happy with that."

We came to a small white bungalow. It's window sills were painted a poppy red and there were flowers planted underneath them. "This is it." We came to a stop at the gate and faced each other. I felt incredibly awkward. I wanted to see him again but I didn't know how to say it. I was scared he was just going to leave and that was it.

"What of the Daleks and Cybermen? Won't they come looking for me?"

The Doctor laughed. "Isla Grey, you wonderful girl. No, they're gone. You are much more powerful than you think."

I smiled. I liked the idea of being more than ordinary. But my smile faded when I realised this was goodbye.

"Well see ya later, alligator." I gave an awkward wave and turned to open the gate. I cringed inside. What was I thinking?

"See you later, Isla." There was disappointment in his voice. Before he could walk away I ran back to him and basically threw myself at him for a hug. He struggled with his balance for a moment before falling back onto the grass that lined the pavement. I of course, fell on top of him. We both laughed out loud. My laughing stopped when I realised that unlike the the first time this happened when we first met, this wasn't too close for comfort. Warmth swelled up inside me. Our noses barely touching.

"I don't want you to leave." I blurted out.

"All of time and space, where do you want to start?" Was his reply. It took a minute to sink in. I stood up and leaned against the picket fence as he dusted himself off. I didn't even see my family yet and I wanted to leave again. I couldn't. Could I?

I didn't know how to answer.

"I'll tell you what." He tapped my on the nose with his finger. "Go see your parents and your brother. I'll go run some errands – that's what humans do don't they?- and if I don't see you at the Tardis by 10 o clock, well.. I guess I'll understand." His voice trailed off at the end.

"If I don't show..." The Doctor closed his eyes as if he was dreading the words. "No Doctor, listen. If I don't show, do come back to see me. Okay?"

He just smiled. But I could see in his eyes that he wasn't okay. He took my hand in his and placed his other hand over it. He raised it to his lips, open his hands as if they were holding something precious and kissed my hand ever so gently before covering the kiss so it would stay right there. Then he let go and was about to walk away before he pulled me in for a hug. He hugged me so close it was hard to breathe but I treasured the moment. He didn't reply. Was this the last time I was going to see him?

He broke the hug and immediately began to walk away. I saw his hand rise to his face as if he was wiping away a tear. Goodbye, Doctor.

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