Fix Me (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 15 ― An Old Man's Misery

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CHAPTER 15

AN OLD MAN'S MISERY

Four days later, we were still on the ship. After an argument between the Doctor and Amelia, we had agreed on staying until the evening of the 14th. Just hours before the Titanic would become one of the deadliest maritime disasters in history. I knew this wouldn’t end well and neither did the Doctor.

We weren’t afraid of being on the boat still when we’d hit the iceberg, but rather about the separation between Amy and Russell. She had spent all her time with him since the day they met and Amy was going to be destroyed when she will say farewell. She wasn’t going to forget this time. But then again, it was just a fling, nothing serious.

While they spent all their time together, so did the Doctor and I. In the last few days, we had seen the boat from top to bottom. We’ve partied with the third class and drank Champaign with the first class. We’ve chatted with the captain and had a conversation with a maid. A lot of people knew us now.

As for my awkwardness around him, it faded during our time. Sure, I was still very conscious of my feelings and thought about it all the time, but things were like before. For the most part.

As we were walking across the deck to our next destination, we crossed Amy and Russell. We spoke to them for a minute or two and during that exchange of pleasant words, the Doctor placed a hand on my waist to make sure we looked like we were together. My thoughts were consumed by the feel of his hand resting on my hip as my cheeks probably blushed deep red. It was so ridiculous of me! I’ve spent nights, sleeping in his arms and suddenly, I got crazy when he touches me the slightest bit. Obviously, something was wrong with me.

But then when the conversation reached its end, the Doctor could have let go when they were no longer in sight, but didn’t until we reached the front of the boat. There, I grinned in excitement and approached the very tip of the boat.

“You know you are doing the most cliché thing you can do on a ship, AJ?” he teased as I placed my feet on the rail.

“Don’t act like you never wanted to try it!” I replied.

I got my balance and let go of the rail. Looking up, I spread my arms widely.

It was such a rush. I felt like I was more free than ever, like I could just fly away as the wind blew heavily, sending my hair back, and the feeling intensified as I felt two hands lie on my waist and a head on my left shoulder.

He started to yell like Jack in the movie and I quickly joined in, laughing.

“Who’s being cliché now?” I chuckled, turning my head a bit to face him.

He smiled warmly, his green eyes looking into mine, just inches away. For a moment, just a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. But at the last second, he turned a bit and kissed my cheek. There was a small awkward moment when he looked away and I looked back at the ocean, trying to hide that fact that my cheeks were red.

We both sat on one of the benches, admiring the sun that was slowly descending the sky that looked as if it was bleeding. All we could hear were the sound of waves. It was a peaceful silence, a relaxing silence between the Doctor and I. Feeling sleepy, I laid my head on his shoulder and he passed an arm around mine. I could have fallen asleep right there, but I broke the silence as I watched a father walk by with his little girl, probably around five years old. She laughed and asked her father questions about the ocean, ignoring her fate. Ignoring the fate of everyone on this ship.

“Doctor?” I asked.

“Yes, AJ?”

“Why… Why don’t you do something? Tell the captain if what is to come? Save all these people? I don’t understand why we have to let them die…”

He breathed in deeply and tensed up a bit. Obviously, this wasn’t something he wished to talk about, but I had to know.

“Because… The sink of the Titanic is a fix point in time. This is meant to happen and I shouldn’t mess with it. I remembered last time I tried…” he clenched his jaw thinking back at a painful memory. “Though I’m a Time Lord, it’s not up to me to change time. Fix points must happen for things to be as it will be in the future.”

There was a long silence. I understood what he was telling me, but still, looking at the little girl who was smiling, knowing she would probably lose her father in six hours…

“Believe me, I don’t want to let him die, Ariella… I’ve watched innocent people lose their lives too many times, everywhere I go…” his voice broke on the last words and I looked up to see a tear rolling down his cheek.

I felt so bad and so sorry for him. It was too much for me to see him cry, I had to shed tears as well. I hugged him tightly as a sob escaped my lips.

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