The Doctor Dances

12. Is That Actually Allowed?

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🎀 Sorry, I just didn’t have time for a Sunday update, like 5 pages of Algebra so I’ll update Monday (never mind sorry) and REALLY short update Tuesday.  Thanks for all the support, Erin Xx.  But 240 reads, you guys are so awesome I didn’t ever think anyone would read this but that’s a lot for me even though it may not seem like it to some people.  Now go read:

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Clair’s P.O.V.

All energy and emotion was taken from my mind.  The only important thought was that The Doctor had saved me.  Right now I assumed the arms around me could only be his as who else would carry me?  I almost feel bad that he has to carry me through the dark ‘cause I’m not the lightest person.  So in the case we had to run, I’d suggest and encourage dropping me at any sight of danger.  Right now seeing as I’m sort of an expert at playing dead due to being unconscious of the world around me but aware of the thoughts in my head.

I’m faintly aware that my lips are moving without my control but I can’t tell what I’m saying… This may be a side effect of talking in my sleep.  I really hope I don’t say anything too embarrassing.

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The Doctor’s P.O.V.

At some point I should be worried for her but not quite yet.  The silence was almost comforting but still a bearing reminder that ‘Silence Will Fall When The Question Is Asked’.  It seemed comforting to just sit here with my thoughts but then again lonely with no one to talk too. 

I’d consider myself a fairly social Timelord which was quite true considering I was the last of my kind.  However, my definition of socializing would be having dinner with multiple genocidal aliens in the same room, and still managing to escape unharmed.  Sometimes I could be considered depressed but I still manage to put on a show when needed.  Living for so long ends up taking its toll but not without consequence.

Around me was what could only be described as an under city street, wearing stone slick from the fresh rain.  As I was observing my surroundings, Clair started to stir in my arms.  I crouched down against the rough pavement, laying her down as carefully as I could.  Clair blinked her eyes, adjusting to the soft light.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe now that I’m here for you…” I trailed off not sure if she could understand so quickly after having moved around inside her mind.

As I understand the new process, all emotion and memories are removed from thought, stored in the dark corners of the mind.  Mental walls block all memories that could process a change out of operation.  Memories all come back, flooding the mind at once like how in before you die your life is replayed before you.  All it becomes is moving pictures, so vivid you’d think you’re reliving than all at the same moment.

“Where are we now?” Clair asked, still in the same position, cold reaching her skin from the wet stone.

“I’m actually not sure but I know we’ll find out soon…”

Clair stumbled, trying to stand but ended up falling against me.  Huh, so this is what it feels like trying to take care of a drunk person.   And yes I’ve never done that before no matter how old you think I am. When Clair regained her balance we started walking towards the faint light at the end of the tunnel.

“So how was it in there?”

“I was pretty scared but I had to keep fighting, what else was there to do…”

 We continued talking as we walked along the tunnel finally reaching the light.  I just realized that this sort of sounds likes something someone would say if they were dead.  As we arrived at the end, apparently this light was from a mid-day courtyard.  At the end was a vacant lot with an old style Victorian mansion.  Well one way to find out what’s inside is breaking and entering, I hope Clair won’t mind it too much.

“So there’s an empty house, well its probably empty but anyways do you want to go see what’s inside Clair?”

“Isn’t that like breaking and entering?”

“Yeah but it technically doesn’t count ‘cause it’s like 1870 so I don't think that law was invented yet…”

“I’m still not completely sure about this.”

“Come on it’ll be totally fine and like all those teenage girls say, you only live once!!!”

Clair covered her ears afraid of another outburst.  Before she could react to my response I pulled her after me, running towards the mysterious house.  Well, this is sure to be interesting.

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And now it’s time for one final bow like all your other selves, Eleven’s hour is over now, the clock is striking Twelve’s. –

A\N: Great, 50 reads that’s a lot for me so that’s pretty much it.  Next update will be soon not sure when as I’ll be gone for a few days.  So sorry for the late update but anyone wanna help me with logarithms?  No, didn’t think so.  Love you guys…

What do you think, will the break in, well of course they will or so you thought?

Goal For Early:  30 reads, 3 votes, or ONE COMMENT?   🎀 Erin Xx.