To Be Continued (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven: Curtain Call

"This again? What exactly is your fetish with cupboards?"

He had a valid point, but after four years of thinking I was crazy because of him, the last thing I wanted to hear from the Doctor's mouth was a cheap shot at my life choices.

"You...remember me?" Astonishment overpowered the petty anger in my heart.

"Remember you? We only just met a moment ago!"

I moved from the cupboard & stood before him, only about six centimeters shorter now. His hair still laid perfectly in its place. His bowtie still tilted slightly to the left.

He looked exactly the same as he had four years ago.

He WAS exactly the same as he had been four years ago.

But my brown hair had become blonde & was nearly to my waist in length. I'd ditched my glasses & size ten for contacts & a size three.

"Ohhh...Maybe a bit more than a moment."

I reached up to touch his face, still in a haze of dumbfoundedness. He did not flinch, but instead gently caught my arm before my palm reached his impossibly strong jawline.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said & I was suddenly aware of the blood dripping down my elbow from the shards of glass which were lodged into the muscle of my forearm.

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I winced as he gently removed the longest of the bits.

He looked at me apologetically, then concentrated on the next piece as if it were the winning block in Jenga.

"You killed it?" I asked quietly. I hadn't cared to go back into the sitting room. It wasn't as if I was keen on the Cybermen or anything, I just was never particularly fond of seeing things motionless. When I still lived with Mum, & Noah was a baby, I would wake him just after she'd finally gotten him to bed because I was afraid he'd abruptly stopped breathing.

For some reason, I don't think I'd try to wake a sleeping Cyberman, but nonetheless....

"I gave her a choice--"

"Her?" After the invasion, the Daleks & the Cybermen were plastered all over the news, but one thing that was usually left out was how the Cybermen multiplied so quickly.  Eventually, everyone heard it from a guy who heard it from his cousin who heard it from her dad's sister, whose husband had been turned. No one liked to mention it, but everyone knew.

And even still, I couldn't think of Cybermen as "him" or "her," but only as "it." The THINGS that tried to "delete" us all.

"Her NAME was Sasha. She was just a girl, no older than you were when you and I first met. Only when they attacked, she wasn't hiding in a cupboard. She was fighting.  And when they turned her...she was so angry--so STRONG..." he paused as if he were holding back tears, "She just kept fighting ever since."

"You knew her...before...?"

"No."

"Then how--"

"After I left you, the TARDIS malfunctioned again, landing just outside a theatre three blocks from here--"

"It's actually four."

"What?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"She killed four people before...." he removed the last shard & bandaged my arm, "I gave her a chance. But she chased me here. There was nothing else to be done."

He stood & I knew he meant it in more ways than one. There was nothing else to be done here. He was leaving again.

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