G is For Ginger Genius - Torchwood/Doctor Who- Open :)

Helix 325

My head ached, massive shockwaves of pain seemd to pummel all of my attempts to think or even do or move anything that was attached to me.

my world right now was the most boring thing in the universe, because, trust me , i know alot of things.

but being stuck in a semi coma with the annoying beating of your heart beating inside of your head as you cant move...

Well, lets just say...

this is proably one of the most normal, but yet, one of the most aggravating things in the wntire galaxy.

and trust me, i have plenty of pet peeves, but this , isnt exactly a familiar one.

this is tied for first place for the most annoying thing, tied with being stuck inside a large white room with only a paper clip, mouse, and piece of a moldy baguette.

And yet, both of these still occured under the same circumstances.

Both times the Doctor was traveling, and since both times has it been cuased by a failure to act upon his part.

So now, im stuck with a constant noise, and an overactive mind.

and all in all,  it couldnt get any worse.

Damnit.

"Blighjernaghcarfufghfle" i cursed under my breath as as if with the flick of a switch, i found myself slowly waking up.

my body ached in more areas then i had even thoughts possible, even with my 'exquisite' experience.

Slowly, i felt my senses return, and was awoken by the lovelly scent of...

*Sniff Sniff*

without further hesitation , my eyes quickly darted open , my eyes glazed as i look around with a half terrified look upon my face.

I knew that smell...

but the thing is...

how?

i held in a girlish squeal as i glowered at my sudden wardrobe change, the light but dark toga like structure sloping down my neck, and was a few inches from making me turn into a walking tomatoe.

my hands quickly went to dart, but as a sudden clang, i looked upwards and seethed internally as i glared at the monacles that tightly gripped both wrists.

with a little bit of wiggle, i was finally able to inchworm in my spot a bit, able to get my clothes more suitable.

i dont care if im on Bloody Skaro or Rexapracriousfallipitorious, I'M NOT A BLOODY PROSTITUTE!

so with an angry frown ,  i slowly tried my best to glance around in the small cell that was holding me.

my location was small upon the large room that seemde to be a large werehouse filled with women, all different ages, all different sizes, but all women.

a 3 year old sat cowering in the corner of the cage directly next to mine, her hands tightly clutching a cornhusk dollie that had had its share of better days.

slowly, i slithered towards the side near her.

"ummmm... Excuse me?"

She almost jumped out of her clothes, as she quickly shot her face i nmy direction with a look of all out fear spread across her face.

"w...W..Who.. a..ar. are. you?" she asked as she shook rapidly, causing me to tone down my attitude.

"Shh... its okay Sweetie (a.n- No pun Intended), im not going to hurt you."