When the Doctor had returned to the ship after exacting his revenge on the patch of skin known as Cassandra for the murder of several guests, he walked into the med bay to find Ella sniffling, quietly having taken off her oxygen mask. He checked over her injuries and saw that his earlier treatment of her hands was starting to work as the burns were subsiding. He pressed his ear against her back and was satisfied to hear that her breathing was back to normal, “how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?” he gently put her glasses back on her face after retrieving them from Jabe.
“No, it doesn’t hurt … not anymore. It’s just … the earth ended … and they threw a party for her to celebrate but no one saw her go. We were too busy saving ourselves … she was alone.” Ella had to take a deep breath so she could finish talking without bursting into more tears. “All those years, all that history … no one was even looking.”
The Doctor held out his hand to Ella and she stared at it for a second before grabbing on to pull herself up and began walking. The woman adjusted her dress and was silently impressed with the forty-fourth century designer that made it as it seemed to be very sturdy, it didn’t get singed from the burning hot station and it survived a space adventure with the Doctor. “C’mon,” he led her to the control room and out of the Tardis doors, Ella must have been too busy having her small breakdown to notice that they had moved in time and space.
When he pulled her outside, she was met with the very familiar clouds in the earthly sky, home, she thought with a hesitant smile as she looked around at the normal people surrounding her. She felt so out of place now, having seen other worlds and aliens, experiencing different cultures. Ella felt like she had when she first moved to France, alone in a country full of strangers but if London didn’t feel right, where is home?
“El?” The Doctor spoke up in a small voice, breaking her out of her wandering train of thought - which was previously occupied by the smell of fries wafting over to her from a nearby shop.
“Yes?”
“By now, you’ve seen how dangerous it is, traveling with me. Do you want to go home?” Ella thought about his question, taking her earlier thoughts into consideration.
“Do you want me to go?” I’ll stay as long as he wants me to.
“No,” he shook his head and slightly panicked at the feelings of sadness that washed over him with the idea of her leaving.
“Right, then before you get me back in your magic box, can we get fries? Because I have been smelling them from that shop over there for the last few minutes and I’m kind of starving.” The Doctor laughed and held out his arm for her to take.
“I have no money,” he reminded.
“What sort of date are you?” the Doctor visibly balked at the word ‘date’ and Ella burst into laughter, “oh, my god. Doctor, I’m joking. I know you don’t carry money, but I do.” She brought out a few bills from seemingly nowhere and fanned herself dramatically.
“Where did you get the money?” She didn’t have a purse.
“You have your superpowers, I have mine.” The dress she was wearing had pockets. The time travelers walked into the small local restaurant and ordered their fries and Ella handed them the five quid they asked for.
“So, what were you doing before I kidnapped you?” The Doctor interjected when there was a lull in the stuffing of their faces.
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Earth Grazer || Doctor Who
Fanfiction"What do you want, Ella?" "Earlier, you said you don't have someone. Let me be your someone ... Besides without Ro and I, you'd be dead." In which a semi smart, kind of sassy woman travels with a stranger through time and space. Contains strong lang...
