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Chapter Twelve, instincts

Chapter Twelve, Instincts
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"So, that was easy eh?" The Doctor asked and clapped his hands together as we walked back into the TARDIS. He seemed almost too enthusiastic about it, but maybe he was as happy to see me as I was to him. It was still very out of his nature to be happy about killing someone, let alone a human.

"Why are you so chirp all of a sudden?" I questioned playfully, leaning my back and hips against the control panel. The Doctor looked at me for a second, ready to say something, then just turned his eyes away from me. The way he acted made me furrow my brows tightly and approach him, placing my hand on his arm.

"Just in a good mood.." he muttered, seeming nervous and jitterish.

"Is anything wrong?"

Silence came over us. My fingers were gently rubbing his arm, playing with the worn out fabric of his white shirt, trying to comfort him as he seemed to get.. flustered. His eyes refused to meet mine, and his lower lip was tightly pulled. I opened my mouth again, about to let words flood out like a simple melody, but was met by his large frame embracing me tightly.

"I thought I'd lost you.." his whisper against my hair was the one thing that broke me out of my surprise. My hands found their way around him, holding him as I pushed my head into the crook of his neck. He smelled of fire smoke, dusted cologne and like home. Like safety, like warmth.

We stood like that for a moment. Perhaps a few minutes. Just holding each other, clinging on to the last parts of our home and sanity, feeling the warmth that we could give to only us. His warmth. And in the middle of his embrace softly holding me up, we both jerked away at the same time.

"Fifth of July, 1892, London." We both said at the same time, me giving off an excited squeal and him looking at me with shock and interest. The date of when a new species was formed. It lived underground, helping humans take care of the damage they had done to Earth, and was created by a scientist spilling two liquids and forgetting to wipe it up. It was a historical moment in the future, and the species of Yancith really did help when needed to.

The Doctor reached behind me with his hand still on my lower back as he set the coordinates. His fingers were gently massaging the soft skin on my back, over the shirt I had gotten to borrow from him. It was a simple white blouse accompanied by a black skirt that ended mid thigh, one that I had found in one of the bedrooms. At first I had questioned him, as to why he had it, but he told me of his previous companions and their adventures.

Rose.. I recognised that name. Rose Tyler. It felt like something from my past, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I felt that I knew her. And perhaps, I'd find out sooner or later.

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"I don't think I'll ever get used to this.." the Doctor whined as the stench of the London streets hit him, making him scrunch up his nose and shudder. It wasn't as bad as the secret tunnels at the base I grew up at, but it was still pretty bad.

"Don't be such a wimp." I teased, making him laugh softly.

We were met by the sight of a large building, instantly recognising it as the scientist's house. But as we approached the fence where you could sneak into the backyard, I felt myself being pulled to the side with a hand over my mouth. The Doctor didn't seem to notice at all. When I tried to turn around, ready to fight, I was met by the sight of River Song, holding her hand over my mouth while the other one held a finger against her lips.