POLLUX • Doctor Who

Chapter Seventeen, the end

Chapter Seventeen; the end. _______________________

"Why can't we go?"

"You need to rest."

"But I want to travel!" I protested as I followed the Doctor around the control panel, activating every button he had turned off right before me. All I had wanted was to go see Pompeii, and he had refused to let me even step outside of the TARDIS. Something about not wanting to risk losing me again, or the fact that I was just recently recovering from the large change that went on in my body, I couldn't quite catch exactly what it was.

But he was worried, for very silly reasons.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Ye-"

I was cut off by feeling him push me up against the control panel, breathing angrily as his hands were placed on either sides of my bodies, his head hovering above my shoulder. He was so frustrated with our small argument at this point, but I couldn't just back down. The fact that I had gone through a process of rebirth did not make me weak. In fact, it made me so so much stronger.

"I don't want to lose you again." The tone on his voice was enough for me to let go of my childish ways, stubbornness and every little negative feeling I had. The Doctor buried his nose into the crook of my neck, his left hand holding on to my thigh as he rested his forehead against the side of my head.

Small, gentle, and barely existing butterfly kisses were allowed to travel across my jaw, down my neck, and out to the shoulder that was exposed through the thinly strapped top. I couldn't move, barely even breathe. This simple action of love had me so flustered. His other hand travelled up to hold my waist gently, while the other squeezed my thigh.

"You're not going to lose me." I whispered, letting my lower lip drawl out the word, and placed my hand on his jaw. "I'm here, with you. And I won't leave. Not now, not ever."

But he didn't seem to believe my words, no matter how much truth I put into them. Had he really been so hurt by me, or was it past trauma that lingered in the mind of the beauty before me?

I leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his jaw, before comfortably settling down in the position he forced me up in.

"Take me to see the world." He opened his eyes slightly at the sound of my whisper, staring down into mine. They were ever so colourful, so breathtaking and shimmering, leaving my breath at the verge of breaking.

"Where do you want to do?"

"Take me anywhere." I replied, my words cracking with how flustered his eyes made me. "Take me somewhere that I can run free."

He kissed me. Soft lips that tasted like salty rain and smoked vanilla, like the whole world could come crumbling down within any second now. It felt like it did, crumbling down. Like every particle in the air was exploding, breaking, multiplying. And they were.

For he kissed me like nothing else. Even if just soft and innocent, yet passionately and caring, his lips against mine were the definition of calm. Of what I call home.

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He took me to Paris, that day. And Rome, and Pompeii, and even the whitest beach in Greece. He'd made sure to let me catch every beautiful sunset that laid across the sealine, the ocean sounds mixing with the burning and exploding colours. And I felt safe, at last.

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A/N

I had to end it somehow, I don't have the energy to write more of this, especially not when I'm so invested in my Katya books.

Though, be on the outlook, there might be a sequel coming ;).

Much love🖤