Saved (A Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 10: Not Yet...

When we got back to the TARDIS, The Doctor seemed sad. "Are you okay?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine," he answered shoving my hand off. I sat down in the chair, kind of upset but still managed a smile.

Rory and Amy were listening to the Doctor ramble on and on about stories so I decided to text Daniel. I pulled out my phone. I noticed he already did.

It said "Hey, sorry about having to leave you earlier. I had to go with my friends to go see some movie...it was really bad but that's okay."

"It's alright, I don't think I'm going to see you for a while I doubt we'll ever meet again anyways..."

The Doctor must've saw me texting, because he was staring at me. He was leaned against the rail with his arms across his chest, with a sad and angry look on his face. Was he mad at me for some reason? What did I do?

"What?" I said with a bored tone. Rory and Amy immediately turned around and looked at me. The Doctor never wiped that look off his face. It was making me uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Amy and Rory asked at the same time. I pointed to the Doctor. They turned to him. Amy must've never seen him like this because she grabbed Rory's hand and ran down the stairs and they disappeared. He hadn't moved a muscle and I was squirming uncomfortably in the seat.

"Doctor, what is it?" I asked trying to sound sympathetic but failed completely. I got up and walked halfway to him but stopped. I didn't want to get any closer. My hair covered my eye but I was too scared to shove it out of the way. I didn't want to move.

"Stop it....Stop looking at me like that!!" I yelled. It was no use. He walked towards me. I was more scared than I have ever been. His gaze was getting more intense and he grabbed my shoulders. The Doctor stared into my eyes for a long time.

"What?" I whispered. The look on his face turned to a more disappointed look. Like he knew something that made him...annoyed?No,sad. Sad is definitely the right word. He brought me into a hug.

"Remember that I forgive you, Anna," he whispered in my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his jacket. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything..." I mumbled. He sighed. "Not yet..."