Timeless [Doctor Who/11th Doctor]

21. Shotgun

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Things weren't looking hopeful; I had no escape plan, being shackled down and all. The suited man, Orion, had his old fashioned pistol held to Noah's temple as the blonde lady continued to sip on her bottle of red wine.

"So, dear," she studied me with her sparkling sapphire eyes, taking another swig. "Where's your precious little Doctor now?"
The fact I was unable to answer only intensified her cackling. Truthfully, at this point, how was I supposed know that he ever would find Noah and I?
How was I supposed to know he even cared to?

I had met him only a matter of weeks ago, and I wasn't even sure I was all that familiar with him. There were times when I thought maybe I could be; that he was this child, trapped in a thousand year old body with the warmest heart. Other times, only the ice and rage inside him were visible.
For all I knew, he could have already hopped in his TARDIS and flown away. Or at least tried to.

"I bet he's already replaced you!" she faked a gasp, as though it were village gossip. "He'll have got the next young, pretty thing and assumed you dead by now. Though, I'm sure you knew that already. You were bound to die eventually, travelling with the Destroyer of Worlds. What were you thinking?!"
I glared at her furiously, attempting once again to struggle against the clamps around my wrists.

Her manic laughter was drowned out by a sound I was beginning to think I'd never hear again. Breathing a sigh of relief, I relaxed against the slab of concrete I was locked vertically onto. I had never been so glad to see the idiot burst out the TARDIS doors in his colourful bow-tie and wonky smile.
"Well, well, well," he scrutinised the place. "What kind of hole do you call this?" He looked the two villains up and down, nose scrunched at Orion. "Terrible bow-tie, by the way."
Thank the heavens I wasn't blindfolded too, so I could still roll my eyes at him.

"You're late, Doctor," the woman smirked at him. "You know, me and your little companion have been getting along quite well. I like her."
His jaw stayed clenched as he glared over at her.
"What are you trying to do here?"
"Oh, the Doctor doesn't know," she exaggerated a pout. "I think your girlfriend here figured it out before you."
Then, he finally locked eyes with me, and the rage visibly sparked across his face. "Let her go."
"Not so quick," the woman smiled, shaking her head like she was telling off a school boy. "I'm having fun!"
"Fun?" his voice boomed around the dungeon-like basement. "You call this fun? Innocent people have died."
"Yes, Time Lord, that's the whole point. Do keep up."

My attention flickered to where he held his screwdriver by his side, discreetly buzzing it for just a second as the woman continued to speak. He had something up his sleeve, and I so hoped it was a fully-fledged plan to get us the hell out of here.

"Now, be a good boy and let us kill one last human so we can take off. Just one more."
His narrowed eyes swerved to where Orion had the barrel of his gun held to Noah's head still.
"No."
"I'm sorry?" she scoffed.
"I said no," the Doctor replied through gritted teeth.
"It's funny, Doctor, but I don't think you get a say. There's nothing you can do that will stop me."
My heart was now racing in my chest as I stared at her suited henchman. She was right, after all. What on earth could he do in this situation? The Doctor's usual trick was to run. Running wasn't going to get us anywhere here.

"Shoot the boy," she ordered. The clicking of Orion's revolver echoed around the darkness. I wasn't sure whether closing my eyes would make it better. No one ever teaches you what to do when your only friend is getting shot right in front of you.
The worst part of it all was the way the Doctor stood there, so still. No fight, no protest.
Orion's finger hooked around the trigger, and I decided that eyes shut was probably the best option after all.