The Lucky Life Of None (11th DoctorxReader)

Just Save Me

You're on the strangest planet you've ever imagined.

You can't even see your hand in front of your face. The last thing you remember, you were being chased down by an entire village for a wrong you didn't know you'd committed.

You just keep running, and hoping that you won't stumble into a wall with the large fog which seems to engulf the entire planet. You start to loose breath as you choke on the thickness of it. This is it.

Running, you can hear the distant and unintelligible yelling of the crazy spiecies of beings that live here. They sound like they're right behind you, but you can't turn around. Not just yet. You feel yourself slow as you near a bright light. You don't know what the light is, but you're drawn to it. Somehow, you know that if you reach it, you'll be saved. The garbled language of the aliens comes closer and closer, but you figure you are still far enough ahead of them that you can turn around to check.

Just as you turn your head to look, you smack into something. Hard. You snap your head back around as you tumble to the ground. The light. You are right in front of it, but there's a wall. A barrier, or something is blocking you from freedom. You beat on the barrier with your fists, not even bothering to stand, as the aliens come closer and closer still. You scream with all the might your fists aren't using, as if someone can hear you. As if there is someone on this God forsaken planet who can aid you. Protect you.

There's no hope, but you just can't see that. To you, there is no such thing as helplessness, and there's always help; even when there isn't. Believing is so much more powerful of a thing than not believing and choosing to give up. Your best friend's father always said that to you before he died. He was a firefighter, and one day he was claimed by a house fire trying to save a family's beloved dog. He was a proud believer of hope right up until the end.

Again and again you pound on the barrier and scream with all your might as the voices close you in. Their words begin to solidify into something you can recognize. Your name. Your name, and several things you aren't expecting to hear.

"Are you lost? Who are you? Why are you running?" They all meld into one solid, caring voice. "How can I help?" The voice asks. You slowly turn your head to the voice behind you. You find something you can't explain when you do. Standing before you is a rather dashing brown haired man. He's gangly and awkward in appearance. He wears a jacket made of a ruggy brown material which you can almost call tweed, paired by a pinkish-purple button down shirt, and he's extending a hand to you. It's too dark to see anything else below his arm, so you cast a glance to his face. Those eyes. He appears worried for you, but you can't even tell him your name. You find it hard to breathe as you stare into his eyes, which by the light, you can tell are some mystical shade of green. "Ma'am?" He speaks to you again as your hearing fades out and his words are drowned out by the rekindling alien voices.

"(Y/n)!" They call. "(Y/n)! It's time to get up. Get up or you'll have more than math to worry about." They warn as you lose consciousness.