Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns

Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns - Part 9

There was a shuffling noise and the lights came on.  Blinking, I stepped back slightly.  My eyes recovered from the initial brightness quickly and I looked around the room.  It was fairly boring and standard.  I wondered if ‘it’ knew that you could control the room to suit your tastes.

The ‘it’ in question was sitting in its bed and staring quietly at the wall.  He didn’t look up when I walked over and he didn’t look up when I sat down by the bed.

“You know,” I said finally.  Still he made no movement.  “You haven’t really got a reason to be like… this,” I gestured to him.  “If anyone does, it’s me.  I just died and… stuff.  You… You didn’t really do anything.”

“I killed you,” he said hoarsely.

It took me a moment to respond.  “No,” I told him eventually, “The future you did that.  It wasn’t actually you that killed me.”

“It was!” He shouted suddenly, and I flinched involuntarily.  He looked up now, staring at me with almost wild eyes.  ”It was me, I’m going to end up doing that, and I’m going to end up killing you!”

Those last words hung in the air, almost threatening.  “Well,” I said, swallowing, “If that’s how you want it to be.  I’ll just… I’ll… just…”  I tried not to run out of the room, I really did.  Actually, thinking about it, I didn’t really run.  I more-or-less backed quickly out of the room.  And then I did a reverse backwards-quickly-walk to my room. 

But I wasn’t running.  I wasn’t.

Once nicely (safely) sitting in my room, I sat down on my bed and pondered the situation.  Two years into ‘it’’s future, ‘it’ would find me and plunge a knife into my side.  And this is inevitable.  That’s what scares me the most.  The fact that no matter what I do now, even if I end up forgiving ‘it’ (not likely) and forgetting the whole nightmare (even less likely), he will always, always, kill me.  And in only two years.

Another thing occurred to me then; how did ‘it’ know what was going to happen?  I know, obviously I’ve told the Doctor, so he knows, and he probably told Rory, but how did ‘it’ know?

This, I decided, was not a good thing.  Maybe I should find the Doctor.  Yes.  That would be what is designated a ‘good idea’.

I hurried to the console room.  Instead of it just being the Doctor, both the Ponds were there as well. 

“Are you alright?” Rory asked.  He knows.

“I suppose,” I answered.  “There’s something that’s worrying me, though.”

“Well, naturally,” the Doctor lectured.  “You’ve just been through a terrible ordeal, it’s perfectly alright to be scared or worried.”

“No, it’s-”

“I’d be scared too, were I in your shoes.  Though in fact, if I were in your shoes I’d be wondering why my feet hurt so much and upon discovering my shoes were too small, I’d start to wonder why I was wearing them in the first place.  Anyway, it’ll take you time to recover from what you’ve been through and that’s -”

“Doctor-”

“- Fine, it really is.  Don’t try and deny it or ignore it, because that’ll just make it worse.  You’re upset, and we understand and respect that.  It’s totally-”

“DOCTOR!” I yelled.

“What?”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Oh.  Really?  Are you sure, because - ”

“OK, maybe a little worried, but I’m more worried about the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“When I went in to see… to see ‘it’, he already knew what had happened, before I told him anything.  And I know you didn’t tell him, because, well, you wouldn’t have been able to.”

“Ah,” the Doctor sighed, unhappily.  “That is an issue.”

“What do we do?” Amy asked.

“We need to get everybody off the TARDIS and I need to go talk to Brent.”

“What?” I asked.  “I thought you said, - or rather, implied - that if you went near… ‘it’, you’d…” I trailed off.

 “I will… suppress the urge…”

“Because that sounds normal,” Amy said, a smirk forming on her face.

“I’ll go with you,” I decided.

The Doctor looked at me.  “Are you sure?  You’d be ok?”

“I’ve just been in there a few minutes by myself, I’ll be fine,” I told him after a pause.

“If you’re sure.”

I nodded.  “I am.”

“Good. Well.  Let’s go.”

“What about us?” Amy asked, gesturing to Rory.

“Oh, Ponds, right,” the Doctor spluttered, as though he had forgotten they were there.  “Just… Just stay here for now.  Or go back to your own room.  One or the other.”

And with that, he walked out of the console room.  I hurried to catch up with him. 

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