POLLUX • Doctor Who

Chapter Thirteen, a twist.

I love you for you are the only thing that can extinguish the painful flames in my heart.

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The shock was dying down in my body, leaving me in a numb and emotionless state. We were moving back to the café to understand what was going on. But it didn't really matter, it shouldn't and couldn't matter. For he was dead. The Doctor was dead.

"You got three, I got two, Mr Delaware was four, Ophelia was fifth." Neither me or Amy were listening to her words. We were too stuck in what had recently happened, but she seemed to be able to handle it better than I did.

"So?"

"So, where's one?"

They were arguing, the three of them, while my eyes caught a blue piece of paper laying on one of the tables. A half finished glass bottle of Coca Cola was placed on the same table, and the chair was slightly misplaced. Whoever was one.. they were here. Rory seemed to have noticed the same thing as I moved towards the table, telling the two other girls of what we saw.

"Number one, who did the Doctor trust the most?" River's words were the only ones that mattered to me right now, as my body pressed against hers. The door to the exit squeaked while being opened, and the sight made my heart drop and blood freeze. There he stood, straw in mouth, a devious smirk on his face, and that same old brown blazer. The blazer I usually loved on him. The one that smelled like him when he held me, the one that made me recognise him anywhere in a crowd. But now it was a temporary bad memory.

"This is cold. Even by your standards, this is cold." A shocked River scolded him. I couldn't speak, even if I wanted to. There were no words to be spoken. The tears were building up in my eyes that already were so tired from crying, stinging and throbbing as they left me overwhelmed.

"Or hello, as people used to say. I went to get a special straw, it.. adds more fizz." He went to hug the four of us, Rory meeting him with an awkward embrace and River slapping him hard across the face. It felt so surreal. It had to be a sick prank, a way to test our loyalty. He stood there.. in person. Right before me.

"Okay.. I'm sure that's for something I haven't done yet."

"Yes it is.."

"Good. Looking forward to it." He turned to me, his eyes lighting up as he went to hug me. "Ophelia! I just dropped you off for that concert you were seeing with.. Amy.." his words trailed as he turned towards the redhead, but shook his head and went back for the hug, which I pushed him away from.

"How dare you?" I spat, anger taking over as tears ran down my cheeks.

"How dare I.. what?"

"How fucking dare you play with us like that."

Tears were falling down my scrunched up face as I continued to push him, and sobs were loudly breaking through me. He looked taken aback over my attempts to hurt him, or just get some sort of release, and he simply grabbed my arms and pulled me into a tight embrace. I felt disgusted by what went on, and could only snake my way out of his arms and fall back with my finger pointed at him.

"Don't you touch me." I spat my words at him like they were venom, and in that moment, I truly felt poisonous.

"Right.."

His eyes were flashing with sadness, yet he seemed to understand. Even if my movements hurt him almost as much as they did me, the Doctor understood that it was for a reason. A reason I surely was entitled to feel.

"I don't get it." Rory spoke, walking around the madman and poking him gently, to see if he really is real. "How are you here?"

The Doctor looked at him as if he had said the most stupid thing ever. He raised the blue card that he had grabbed from River.