L E G E N D S (A superwholock fanfiction)

Chapter 12- "You're too brown"

"You could have gotten us out an hour ago!" the Doctor hisses. "Well, where's the fun in that?" Itward giggles. "You're mad!"

"Like you aren't," Itward scoffs. "Well, what do we do now? If we just hop out of here, they'll see us," the Doctor whispered. "If my calculations are in fact, correct," Itward leaps up, grabs the edge of the floor and pulls himself up. "It's their nap time," Itward holds out his hand toward the Doctor.

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"B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his na-," a loud crash thundered above me, and I clamped my mouth shut. I lifted myself up off the cold floor and peered up towards the grey ceiling. "Hello?" I called out. No one answered. "I have to pee," I call out again. I grumble to myself and lower myself back down to the floor. "I'm gonna die in here. Alone," I say to myself. "I mean, I kind of expected to end up dead in a dumpster, maybe snapping my neck from trying to save a cat from being stuck in a tree; something heroic, but not in a freaking spaceship!" I run my unbandaged hand over my face and sigh. A soft humming brought me out of my thoughts and I glanced around the room, searching for a sign of hope. "Is this the next stage? Hallucinating?" I whisper to myself as I listen to the rhythmic humming. The humming had a soft voice behind it, a female voice, sweet as honey. I listen to the source of the humming and narrow it down to the far corner of the room; the corner with a silver chest tucked away. I crawl on my knees over to the chest and hear the humming grow a little louder.

I press my good hand against the chest and push, feeling it budge slightly. I spot a metal piece behind the chest and I press my whole body against the cold chest. As the chest moves, I see the shape behind the chest reveal itself, and I make out some sort of air vent. "Hello?" I speak into the vent. The voice ignores me and continues to hum. The humming sounded like a lullaby, soft and gentle; something you would sing to a baby. I sat there listening to it, and a feeling of Deja vu came over me, making the gears in my head spin and turn. A drowsy wave came over me and I began to feel my head cloud up. I didn't feel scared or startled by the feeling, instead, I felt calm and soothed. I felt my head fall to the side and my limbs went limp as tiny black spots slowly built up in my vision until all I could see was darkness.

I rose to my feet, my head still feeling foggy. I tried to move my hands and found that they were stuck in place. "What the hell?" My question came out in my thoughts, but not through my mouth. I felt as if I wasn't in control of my own body. I felt myself turn towards the door and start to walk. "What am I doing?" I see my good hand place itself on the door and my palm begins to push into the metal. It was like watching through a window. I was seeing myself move and walk, but I couldn't feel anything. I saw my palm keep pressing into the door, and the surrounding metal began to dent around my hand. "What the f-"

The door suddenly broke into a million pieces, the shards of metal falling around my feet. I saw myself step over the broken door and continue through the corridor. "Sorry Daisy, you can't see this part," I heard my voice loud and clear, but it wasn't my voice, it wasn't my words. Before I could question anything, I saw my vision start to fade, until I was draped in darkness once again.

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The Doctor looked around the deck, surprised that there wasn't a pirate in sight. "So, when you said it was their nap time," the Doctor trailed off. "I was being literal," Itward smiles smugly. "I'm surprised that you haven't figured it out yet," he says plainly. "Figured what out?" the Doctor questioned. "That they're future space cyborg pirates," Itward skips across the empty deck and towards the TARDIS. What is he talking about? The Doctor thought to himself. "Does this thing have any lasers? Missles?" Itward runs his hands along the wooden box. "Oi! No touching!" The Doctor hurries toward the TARDIS and slaps Itward across the head. "We have to find Daisy. That is our number one priority right now," the Doctor glares at Itward as he rubs the spot where the Doctor struck him. "It's my priority too you know," he grumbles. "But we have to blow this thing up. In case you haven't noticed, they have guns and we don't," Itward points out. "Thank you for reminding me," the Doctor sasses back. "Besides, this is one of the sturdiest ships I've ever seen. It's not like she's going to break out on her own," as Itward finishes speaking, the pair hears a loud crashing noise from behind them. They whip around, the Doctor ready to fight while Itward ready to flee, but instead, they only see a demolished door, and a confused looking Daisy stepping out.

"Devushka(Russian for girl)!" Itward exclaimed and broke into a sprint, barreling right into Daisy. "Chudak(Russian for weirdo)," Daisy mumbles as she stumbles in the mans embrace, with his arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. "Ok that's enough touchy," the Doctor walks over to Itward and pulls him off of Daisy. Itward frowns and pulls his arms away from the Doctors grasp. "You're a tad bit too brown sweetheart," Itward sneered. Daisy looks herself up and down before giving Itward a puzzled look. "I'm not even that dark," Daisy scoffs. "Anyway," the Doctor interrupts. "Are you alright?" he addresses Daisy with caring eyes. "Yep," she smiles. Itward leans over and silently points at Diasys bandaged wrist. The Doctors eyes widen at the sight of her wrist and he gently takes her hand in his. "Oh, I uh got it stuck in the door," Daisy stuttered. "Anyway, I really think we should get going," Daisy pulls her hand away from the Doctor and walks pushes her way through the two men, making her way towards the TARDIS. "But we have to blow up the ship!" Itward runs after her. "No time boys," Daisy places her hand on the TARDIS.

The Doctor frowns and feels uneasy at Daisy's strange behavior and her vagueness. "How did you get out Daisy?" The Doctor folds his arms and stays put. Daisy turns toward the Doctor, and let her face morph into a triumphant look. Fear clutched the Doctor as he watched her look at him with an expression he had never seen before.

Footsteps echoed behind the Doctor and he turned around, coming face to face with a very unhappy Captain.