Runaway (ON HOLD)

3: The Doctor and Tea

Hey guys!! I am so sorry for any confusion, but yes I deleted the last few chapters I posted and I rewrote the end of this one, all in the name of improvement I promise!!! read the authors note at the end, it'll explain better!!!

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Calum's face twisted in panic and fear. That was all I could comprehend for a few seconds, was the pure horror morphing his face. "Andrea!" he shouted, standing up from his kneeling position.

He had a knife gripped tightly in one hand, a pistol in the other, and he whipped the barrel around the room.

My dream-self looked down and saw the growing puddle of blood surrounding the bodies of Jayla and Xavier, the couple that took Calum and I in. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, blocking the vomit and the wracking sobs that wanted to edge their way out.

I looked back up, in time to see a hulking shadow behind Calum.

"CALUM!" I shrieked, trying to lunge to him, to save him, but I was too late. The demon behind Calum thrust his blade through Calum's chest, the silver tip of the knife emerging to glint in the soft light coming from the streetlamp outside the house.

I watched, horrified, as Calum turned white as a sheet and crumpled to the ground, choking on his own blood. I knelt beside him, my hands over my mouth. The last thing he said before his last breath whooshed out of him was, "I'm sorry, Andrea."

I forced my way to the surface of the inky black of unconsciousness, unsure of how long I'd been out. I looked around and saw that I was lying in an unfamiliar room, the tears rushing down my cheeks still.

I threw the plush covers off of my sprawled-out form and got unsteadily to my feet, ignoring the pain in my ankle. I found the door in the darkened room and yanked the handle hard, sending the door flying back into the wall.

And then I was gone, down a hallway, around a corner, through an empty room, running from the dream that felt too real.

After what felt like an hour of running, but was probably more like ten minutes, I stopped in what looked like a kitchen. The Doctor was perched on a counter beside a stainless steel fridge, looking at me curiously as I caught my breath.

Then he took in my tears and hopped down, going over to the stove without comment. As I watched his back, the tears slowing down, he murmured, "Chamomile tea helps Amy after she has a bad dream. It might help you as well, if you'd like some."

I deliberated for a moment, because I still didn't know this man, the man who claims he doesn't have a name, and now I didn't have my knife in case he tried anything. But the Doctor turned to look at me and, seeing me still standing in the doorway, waved to a breakfast nook. "Amy and Rory will be here soon, I assume. Go on and have a seat, so when Rory gets here he can look at that ankle."

I gave up, figuring that if they wanted to hurt me they could've already, or they wouldn't have helped me in the first place. I limped over and sat down heavily on a padded bench, like the ones they have in diners. The Doctor sat on the other side and gently slid me a huge, steaming mug. I wrapped my hands around it, surprised that the heat felt good.

After a few seconds of me not drinking from the mug, the Doctor gestured to it. "I didn't poison it, if that's what you're worried about."

I shook my head and tried to speak. All that came out was a squeak. I cleared my throat and tried again. "No," I managed in a hoarse voice, "I don't think you'd poison me. I just don't usually drink tea."

"That's Americans for you," chimed Amy from the door as she and Rory walked into the kitchen. Rory sent Amy a reprimanding look.

The Doctor shrugged and made a move, like he was going to take the cup from me. I pulled it closer to my chest, the tea inside sloshing around. "No, it's okay. I'll drink it."

The Doctor shrugged again and looked at Rory. "She's done a thing to her ankle."

"Thanks for the specifics," Rory sighed sarcastically. As Amy sat down by the Doctor, Rory grabbed a first aid kit from underneath the counter and came to look at my ankle, pulling a chair over so I could stretch my leg out on the bench. "What did you do?"

I sipped my tea carefully, expecting it to be disgusting, but it had a pleasing taste, and it soothed my throat. "Uh, I think I just rolled it or something. I was running down some stairs and fell."

Amy snorted and I glared at her. "What?" she laughed. "You walked into the TARDIS with a knife, threatening us, and you hurt yourself running down the stairs. Don't hate me if I find that a bit funny."

Rory held my foot and rotated my ankle a little, noting when I winced, and grabbed what looked like pre-wrap and athletic tape out of the kit, as well as a splint. "This should help for now. You've just sprained it, and not too badly, so it'll be alright in about a week or so."

I nodded and looked to Amy. "For the record, I wasn't trying to threaten you. I thought you were a threat to me."

"How did we threaten you?" Amy asked, incredulous.

"Well, we did show up in a magic blue box and basically kidnap her," Rory said as he finished wrapping my ankle and stood up.

Amy glared at him. "Not helping."

I rubbed my temple and took another sip of tea. "I thought you might be demons or something," I admitted.

That caught their attention; Amy and Rory looked at me like I was insane, and the Doctor had an almost panicked expression on his face.

The Doctor, breaking the sudden, uncomfortable silence, asked, "Did you happen to experience something that may have felt like an earthquake?"

I nodded, squinting at him suspiciously. "That's why I was up. And why I was running down the stairs," I added, glancing at Amy. "I was going to check that my... family, was okay."

"So what did you do after that?" the Doctor asked, leaning forwards on the table.

"Uh," I took a breath and thought back to last night. "I grabbed the knife from by the door, because I didn't grab the one from my room."

Amy shot a look at Rory, obviously confused as to why I had a knife in my room.

"And I went outside to look around, make sure nothing was trying to get in the house. That's when I got jumped and I ran. I don't know how far I ran, but I tried to lose the thugs and found that alley. Then you guys appeared."

The Doctor nodded and leaned back in his seat. "Okay. This could be very, very bad," he muttered to himself.

Amy put her hands on the table. "Why do you have a knife in your room? And by your front door?"

"Same reason I keep salt stored by the knives. So I can defend myself and kill a monster if it attacks me," I stated. "You wouldn't understand. You probably don't even realize what exists right under your noses." Then I looked around at the kitchen, that I assumed was within the blue phone box. "Well, you might have an idea if you have this thing."

"It's called the TARDIS," the Doctor supplied. "And you're nothing like anything I've seen before."

"Doctor," Amy asked haltingly, "do you know something about her? Are you keeping it from us?"

The Doctor paused for a moment before chirping, "Nope!" And he skipped out of the room cheerfully.

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Hey guys! S'up?

Chapter song is London Bridge by Ed Sheeran, and I don't know when the next chapter will be up. Sorry about the confusion, I promise it won't happen again!

I found the original plot line I wrote down and it was ten bajillion times better than what I had here already, so I figured it'd be better if I went by the plot line. Again, so sorry!!!!

-ComplexAud424