Iris (Doctor Who Oneshot)

Broken. That's what her leg was, what she was. Broken. She couldn't move and her lip was split. Glass bit in to her cheek, and her eyes were dull, and showed she had a concussion.

She knew she shouldn't have let them know.

Let them know she was not human.

All she could do was breath and try to dull the pain. She'd give up forever just to see the Doctor again, the one with the bowties.

She knew he could feel her somehow. He was the closest to heaven she could ever be. Even her home was nothing to her.

All she could taste was this moment, sweet blood, the hurt tasting like pins and needles.

Sooner or later it'd all be over and she'd be dead or alone or just there. She just didn't want to miss the Doctor now.

Not tonight.

She didn't want the world to see her, because she knew that they wouldn't understand. They didn't. That's why they'de beaten her so badly.

Why they'de beaten her at all.

She knew everything was made to be broken. She knew it more than anyone else. All she'd wanted was for them to know who she was. Not some monster.

Tears. She wanted to cry. But they just wouldn't come. She couldn't fight the tears that weren't coming, she supposed.

And all she wanted to do was scream. But that would alert them she was there.

She really wanted the Doctor, needed him.

Him and his quiff.

And this was the moment of truth. All her lies came down.

And she realized that it felt like the movies, yes, she was bleeding just to know she was alive.

And, yes, she didn't want the world to see her, but this time she was confident.

Confident that even if she died, at least she met the best man in the world. The Doctor.

And, no, they didn't understand, but that didn't mean she'd die, right?

Even she was made to be broken, but at least she'd be happy with her thoughts.

And she screamed, "KNOW WHO I AM! I'M NO MONSTER! I JUST NEED HELP! DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!" The last word she screamed at the top of her lungs.

A metalic whistle broke the silence, but she'd used all her strength. She nearly crashed. Her vision darkened, and through those bright green/blue eyes she saw her Doctor, her love, her savior, and he quickly went to her, on his knees.

"Iris...." The Doctor picked her up, holding her to his chest.

Iris had been through his whole life. Now in his 11th incarnation, he felt an even stronger sense of need, need, to help his one and only.

But she was dying.

He brought her into the Tardis and to the med bay, but she was slowly slipping throught his fingers.

She was going to die and he couldn't do a thing about it.

"IRIS!" He screamed. It shook her awake, but just barely.

"Please, please don't die...."

Iris said, in a hushed voice.

"Take me.... take me to Hail."

The Doctor's eyes widened.

Her kind's burial ground.

Her kind was going to be extinct.