My Mad Doctor

Chapter 12

The now familiar sound of the TARDIS landing came far sooner than I wanted. The sad part about time travel was that it took mere seconds to get from one place to another, so before I knew it, we were back at my flat.

The sun had still not risen. It was as if I had never left, but my mundane life seemed ages away to me. The gentle snow of a London winter was still drifting down from the ever-cloudy sky. Instantly, I felt the chill on my bare arms. Again, I chided myself for not bringing a jacket to the club.

Even without a mirror, I knew that I looked awful. My hair was ratty, dirt covered every inch of exposed skin on my body and my dress was nearly in tatters. I had bruises and burns everywhere and I was already tired before leaving the club, so this adventure drained whatever energy I had left.

Still, despite my unfit condition, The Doctor didn’t complain once. He looked at me with the same mixture of adoration and sadness he always did, as if I was already a fond memory inside his head, though we haven’t even parted yet.

I stepped outside the box slowly; scared he would just take off. He didn’t, though. Instead, he leaned against the edge of the TARDIS casually and crossed his arms.

“Well,” he started with a sad smile. “This was fun. We should do this again sometime.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. A sick feeling entered my stomach, something not unfamiliar to me. It was the same feeling that I felt when I stared at my parent’s coffins for the last time. Even though I knew that he wasn’t dying, it felt that way to me.

“We both know what happens here, Doctor. You’re going to drop me off at home and fly away in your little box without a second look. You won’t come back to pick me up for another adventure. You won’t even think about me. But, you’re right. This was fun. Now it’s over, so goodbye Doctor.” I hated being so cold and harsh with him, but everything I said was the truth. He would leave. He wouldn’t look back. It wasn’t his fault, though. It was in his nature. I didn’t blame him for it, but it still hurt.

The worst part was, he didn’t deny it. All he did was give me a sad smile. That hurt the most. Again, I didn’t blame him, but it hurt that he didn’t want to fight for me, at least a little.

I turned away then before he could see the tears in my eyes. He did, though. I could tell when I caught a glimpse of his face through the snow as I ran away. He seemed broken.

A/N SORRY IT'S SHORT!! I HAD TO END IT THERE. Well, it’s over. This was a great story guys, thanks so much for supporting it. I love you all!