The Time Witch

Letting Go and Opening Up

(I know the gif is Emmett from switched at birth, but just picture the Doctor)

WARNING!!!

This is a short interlude where Eva's past is talked about. If you feel uncomfortable in any way reading about rape or torture, then skip this. The only thing you need to know for the storyline if you don't read this is that the Doctor knows now. I'm sorry if I offend anyone with this story, it is not my intention at all.

I was lying on my bed, my knees drawn up an my arms wrapped around my legs. I whimper slightly when memories flash in my mind... Voldemort's chillingly calm voice, his cold skin, the pain, Bellatrix's mad cackling whenever she was allowed to torture me. The TARDIS hums sadly and soft music begins to play in my room. My door opens and I look up to see the Doctor looking at me with an extremely worried expression. 

"Hey," I whisper, voice cracking as tears well up.

The Doctor comes over and sits beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I flinch away from him and tighten my arms around my legs, pulling on the glove on my right arm. 

"Eva... you can tell me," the Doctor mutters softly. 

I shake my head, burying my face in my knees as a tear slides down my cheek: "I usually have better control, it usually only surfaces when I sleep, but being chained up like that... it was exactly how he had me chained up," I say shakily, wincing at another memory.

"He?" the Doctor asks confusedly and I freeze, realizing I had messed up. "Eva?" he asks, his voice cautious when I stay still and start to pull on my glove again. "Who's he?" 

I shake my head, more tears sliding down my face and I squeeze my right arm tightly: "don't," I whisper over and over.

"Eva, please," the Doctor mutters, placing a hand on my shoulder hesitantly. 

I freeze and go to flinch away, but I relax at the warmth of his touch... it was warm, not cold and harsh. I choke out a sob and cover my mouth, shaking my head. 

"I can't help if I don't know what's wrong, love," the Doctor says gently, moving to wrap an arm around my shoulders. 

"You have so much pain and hurt after the war, how could I add to that?" I mutter, not looking at him. "Besides, you can't help," I shake my head. 

"I could be here for you," he retorts, cupping my left cheek in his hand and turning me to face him. 

I look at him as he strokes my face with his thumb, concentrating on his eyes and the warmth: "you'll want to send me home," I say, another tear sliding down my cheek. 

The Doctor was quick to wipe it away: "Eva, I would never take you home unless you wanted me to," he says firmly. 

"I can't," I choke out, turning away from him and wiping my eyes. "You'll look at me differently... like a half-breed whore," my voice cracks as I run my fingers along the inside of my right arm. 

"Don't say that about yourself," the Doctor says immediately, turning me back to him.

"But it's true!" I raise my voice, getting up and pacing back and forth in front of him. "I should have tried harder to escape! To fight him off! I should of tried to get a hold of the Order! Tried to use wandless magic more! I didn't do any of that! I just hung there and let it happen, night after night, for months!" I scream, falling to my knees. 

I didn't register the Doctor's look of absolute horror as everything just came pouring out, tears streaming down my face. 

"For months I let him have his way... I let her mark my skin... for months I died, over and over, feeding his power... for months I was hanging in that room by my wrists, stripped naked and violated in anyway Voldemort's sick, psychotic, and hateful mind could come up with! For my months I was his own personal power supply, making him more powerful than ever with regeneration energy.... 11 times before Harry, Ron, and Hermione saved me! 11 times I was murdered; beat to death, cut with poison knives, poisoned, drowned, fed to his snake, stabbed over and over, burned, suffocated, he let Fenrir Greyback have his way with me until he got bloodthirsty enough to kill me, let two new recruits get their first taste of killing!" I list off all the ways I had died. "For months Voldemort raped me to give him a Time Lord child that would become a powerful Dark Wizard! For months I was alone and in pain, bleeding and screaming and crying! For months I wanted them to just kill me-!" 

I cut off when I hear a soothing voice. I was finally aware that the Doctor was knelt down in front of me with his arms wrapped tightly around me: "it's ok, you can stop now, it's alright," he whispers, his voice thick. 

I choke out a sob and collapse into him. It's been so long since I've talked to anyone about that. Not even Harry knew everything, only the basics... I never told anyone and everybody was too afraid to ask. And here I was, crying all over the Doctor after just having spilled everything to him. 

"He broke me," I choke out, clinging onto the Doctor. 

"I'm sorry," the Doctor sits back and pulls me into his lap, swaying us from side to side. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there, if he wasn't dead already and I would hit him for ever even thinking of hurting you, let alone what I would do for him actually hurting you," he murmurs, holding me tightly. "I won't ever let you be hurt that way again, Eva, I promise," he says firmly. 

I tighten my hold on him and he just holds me for what feels like hours as my sobs turn into occasional sniffles. The Doctor starts to stand and I clutch onto him: "please don't leave," I whisper, lifting my head to look at him. 

"I'm not leaving, you need to rest, you've been overwhelmed today," he says gently, standing up and lifting me up with him, bridal-style. 

The Doctor lays me on my bed and takes my shoes off for me, setting them on the floor. I grab his hand when he goes to leave, probably to sit down or something: "will you lay with me?" I ask tentatively. 

The Doctor's face soften and he slides his jacket off and kicks out of his boots before laying on top of the covers beside me. I cover up and curl into his side, his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest. 

"Thank you," I whisper, closing my eyes and listening to his hearts beat under my ear. "I didn't even ask... how did you get me into the TARDIS... and is Rose alright? What about the Dalek?" I ask, looking up at him. 

"I carried you to the TARDIS, Rose is just fine, and the Dalek is dead," he murmurs. 

"Did you...?" I trail off.

"No, Rose revived it and it was mutating, it asked her to order it to die," he tells me and my eyes widen. 

"What about Van Statten?" I ask hesitantly. 

"Goddard erased his memory and chucked him out on his own," the Doctor says, his eyes flashing. 

"And that English bloke, Adam?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows... that was his name, right? 

The Doctor snorts loudly, making me look at him questioningly: "Rose found a new boyfriend," he smirks. 

"Oh, I see, she fancies pretty boy," I roll my eyes. 

"You think he's pretty?" the Doctor raises an eyebrow. 

"Not really, he's not my type," I shrug. 

"Oh, right, forgot you prefer gingers," the Doctor rolls his eyes. 

"No," I shake my head and he raises his eyebrows at me. "I prefer rebellious types, the kind of bloke that doesn't follow rules but isn't afraid to stick up for others," I bite my lip. "I also have a thing for people that help... and heal," I smile up at him and his ears turn red. "Too bad I haven't met them yet," I look down, hiding my red cheeks. 

The Doctor snorts and kisses the top of my head and soothes me to sleep, stroking my hair and humming a Gallifreyan lullaby.

A/N: thanks for reading! :* Next up is the Long Game! Who do you think is going to be more angry with Adam, the Doctor or Eva?