Cassandra Book 2 (A Doctor Who Fanfic)

Chapter 4 A Chance is better than none at all

Flashes. Flashes of images flurried through my mind. Monsters appearing ready to attack, people dying, certain places I have never been before all swirling around in my mind. I couldn't comprehend it, I didn't understand it. This was the first time this was happening to me. I knew this must be a side effect of opening the pocket watch, but I didn't understand how it connected. I knew I should go see the Doctor, but at the moment I was sitting at my desk, furiously drawing the images I had seen. Though I didn't know what they meant or who they were off I needed to draw them, I didn't want to forget, I felt like I needed two, and it felt second nature to me, even if it was my first time. Winged, Parallel, 1758, supernatural. Words flowed through my head as I draw, each relating to what I was drawing. Tvs, The Devil, The Queen, Children, a School, a dog, and my brother. I suddenly stopped as I finished drawing my brother, and I let the pen full out of my hand. Why did I draw him? What does he have to do with any of this? Who this female with him? What did any of this have to do with it? I cursed as I felt my headache coming through once again. It had gone away for most of the Christmas evening and I wasn't having any outer body experiences, but now I was on my own with my own thoughts, and it has began to come back again. I tried to sleep, but then this happened. I breathed thinking that I should of told the Doctor earlier, but with what happened it left my mind. I felt a wave go through my body as I thought back to it and slowly clenched my hand in front of my chest, even though I had confessed, the nervousness that had still hasn't fully left me, but it mostly know that I didn't know what to do now as it never happened before. I soon moved my hands down to my side leaning back on my chair, glancing at the time. I know by the time, that it was too late to try and get to sleep again, I mean once I get asleep I would have to wake up again. I shook my head before taking a tablet and sip from my drinking, deciding that I will have a shower and get dressed. I wondered if the shower would help, maybe it would, but I think I should probably head to the Tardis and see if the Doctor's is awake and talk to him about it, if not I could hopefully try and find something out about my drawings in the library, who knows, but I have a guess that he would be up, he normally stays up late and he did sleep for about 24 hours. It didn't take me long to get ready, but that was mostly because I didn't care much at this point, I wanted to know what's going on, what looks good on me. I slowly slipped my shoes, and put on my coat, grabbing my keys. I quietly walked to the front door, not to disturb Rose and Jackie who were still sleeping peacefully in their beds. Of course Mickey and James left a long time ago as they weren't staying here. I felt coldness flow over me as I stepped out into the cold snow, my only warmth was from the heat of my breath as I breathed. I smiled slightly at the feeling of this cold and it reminded me of the time in satellite five, when the Doctor gave me his jacket to keep me warm, but then again it was way colder there then here. I could see the Tardis easily from where I stood and began to walk my way over, crushing the snow that was underneath me. Once I reached the Tardis I slowly opened to door, entering the Tardis, closing the door and leaning back onto it.

"Doctor?" I called out his name, but not to loudly, as there might still of been a chance that he actually went to sleep, and I didn't want to disturb him otherwise, but lucky I didn't and I suddenly saw his head pop up from underneath the Tardi's mainframe, probably fixing it a bit from our crash landing, and I walked more into the Tardis

"Re?" He questions confused. "I thought you were sleeping back at the apartment?"

"I was, well trying to anyway, didn't really work out." I told him, with a small smile, now leaning my hands on the Tardis console as he decided to pull himself out of where he was, to join me above.

"Couldn't sleep?" He questioned, now leaning beside me, probably knowing something was off with me, that I was thinking of something.

"Sort of..." I spoke honestly, looking down to the ground, trying to figure out how to start this. "Do you remember the day we talked about the chances of me being a time lord?" I questioned him.