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The Doctor didn’t acknowledge her. He was staring at the wire she had just pointed out. Looking at it like it held the answers he needed to find. The hologram began to laugh. “Want to know what he’s seeing?” teased the hologram. She pointed back towards the wire.
In its place was a headstone. On it read
Nothing more than that. But the Doctor fell to his knees, pain washing over him in waves. He shook his head and continued to stare at the gravestone. “I’m….so sorry.” he mumbled. He clenched his eyes shut tight and held onto his head. “Rose…” he whispered, inching closer to the grave marker.
“How…. cute.”remarked the hologram. “This is the Doctor mourning. Properly mourning. Pathetic creature, isn’t he? …oh, yes…. just a bit closer here, Doctor… My mites need a new home. The TARDIS doesn’t like them in-“ She cut herself off and cast a glare in Heather’s direction. Clever had unintentionally let it slip that the TARDIS was kicking them out. But the mites always found another host. Regardless of their status.
The Doctor let his head fall to the TARDIS floor, tears were dripping down his face now. His back shook as small sobs escape him. Meanwhile a small whirring came from the grave marker. A higher-pitched whir than that of the TARDIS.
Heather stared at the grave, not familiar with the name but able to see it was too much for the Doctor. “Doctor, please, you need to move away from there.” She said, trying to stay calm as the Doctor inched closer to the phony grave. The gears in her mind turning when she heard the hologram slip up. They needed a new home, the TARDIS was too much for them; she was kicking them out. But that meant Mr. Clever would have the Doctor under his control again. And with the state he was in right now, crumbling to the floor, there wouldn’t be much of a fight.
“Doctor, please, you have to get up!” She quickly moved next to him, her hands on his shoulder and back, shaking him slightly. “Doctor, it’s not real!” At least, she hoped not. Of course it was a hologram, but the cyberman had been showing projections of the Doctor’s friends, how they were, and explaining what happened to them. It could be possible this one, Rose Tyler, died. She didn’t know, but she had to make the Doctor believe it was a lie. “She’s alive,” Heather whispered, lowering her head next to the Doctor’s so she could whisper in his ear. “She’s okay. She’s living a life.”
There was a pattern she had noticed with the other women so far. Even though they had all left, by choice or not, that was the point. They left but did not die. They lived a life. Lives the Doctor might never be part of again, but they lived. It had to be the same for this one too. “You saved her.” She was trying not to sound desperate now, the high-pitched whir reaching her ears. But she couldn’t just move the Doctor, because sometimes in grief people become heavier than rocks. She had to calm him down, at least make him move his head.
She wouldn’t move hers, however. Not until he moved his head too. Against the cold floor, which somehow made the sound only louder, and close to the oncoming cybermites. She inched herself forward, moving to put herself between the Doctor and the gravestone. This was probably really stupid- like really, really stupid. But he needed to be separated from the danger. “Doctor, you need to get up.”
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“Oh, but it is.” The Doctor shook his head. “They’re all my fault. Its how they end. Every one of them… I’d always wondered what would happen if I had a chance to see them again. To talk to them. Just one last time, you know?” He sighed heavily.
“Suppose this is what they’d say. Perhaps not as harsh but… It would be the same.” The Doctor stood and looked around the consul, waiting for the next hologram. Waiting to see what else Mister Clever had up his sleeve.
Next to the Doctor, a hologram of Mister Clever appeared. He looked straight at Heather “Fun thing about being in control of the TARDIS,” he said “Is I get to choose who I talk to and who sees me.”
Clever walked through the Doctor to get to Heather. “Right now, that’s you, flesh-girl. And don’t bother drawing attention to us. The Doctor doesn’t need to be in on this.”He leaned forward into her face. “We’re going to have some more fun with him, shall we?”
He pointed to the center consul. “See that bit of cable under there? Well that’s where my cybermites are hidden. They’re waiting for him. For your Doctor. Its only a matter of time before he decides to get back to work. Decides to… let his guard down.”
The hologram stood up once more. “Care to see one last trick of mine?” It raised his eyebrows. “This one… I’ve been…. saving. I think you’ll enjoy it best.”
He smiled once more before shifting his shape. He was now a perfect replica of Heather. The hologram’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Time for fun, flesh-girl.”
She wanted to comfort him, to tell him if they had all been his friends, if they had all been so close, they wouldn’t blame him for anything. Because that’s not what friends do. And she could bet, like her, they couldn’t blame the Doctor. Look at their situation now with the Cyberman; that was out of his control, this was no ones fault- with the exception of Mr. Clever. But something she noticed was that none of these companions died. Not exactly. And not at the hand of the Doctor. Mr. Clever had been trying to scare them before, lying to them. But then why did the Doctor let it guilt him so much? Is it because-from how it sounded- he’d never see them again? Was that the price to pay?
“Doct—” She stopped, her eyes falling on Mr. Clever as he appeared. Eyes widening as his words hit her. The Doctor couldn’t see him? Great, it was like having your own personal, jerk of a ghost. But why her? What did he want?
Her eyes narrowed when he walked towards her, leaning in close. “What are you planning…” She muttered, barely above a whisper. Only enough for her and the Cyberman to hear. Even though she should of spoken up, should of brought this to the Doctor’s attention, but her own curiosity kept her quiet. Her eyes followed his hand to the consul, falling on the exposed wire. Her face faltered; the cybermites were in the wiring. He was going to try and take the Doctor’s mind again. She had to warn him, not let him get close to the cables. But how was he to fix the TARDIS if he couldn’t go near it?
She looked back at the hologram, in time to see his ‘last trick’. And it was her. Right in front of her was an exact hologram of herself, smiling wickedly at her. Yeah, that didn’t stop being freaky. What was he planning? Was it just to mock her? She’ll give him credit, it did sort of scare her. “Doctor,” Forcing herself to move, she walked through the hologram to the Doctor. It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to tell him. “Something’s wrong, you can’t go near the consul again. I think there’s cybermites in the wires, a-and they’re waiting and…” She wasn’t sure how to explain it to him, he hadn’t seen the hologram. But if they were waiting for the Doctor, then she couldn’t let him get closer. Not without being prepared or with a plan.
The Doctor shook his head. “No… She didn’t lose her memories.” He sighed before adding “I took them from her.” He left it at that. Heather didn’t need to know why or how. He shot a look of disgust towards the center consul. Mister Clever was clearly enjoying toying with him. And it was throwing the Doctor off. He couldn’t focus. Not with so many pieces of his past coming back to torture him.
At this point, he’d offer to let the Cyber-planner back into his mind if he would stop this cruel parade of past companions. “I’ve done my best to try and… erase myself from textbooks, from memories, from history. But there are parts, there are moments that I can’t.. scrub clean.”
“Yeah. Like my mum’s kitchen.” A redheaded girl was now to the side of the Doctor. Without looking he held up his sonic. “Hey now! Wait a minute. That’s not fair.” The Doctor looked over at her warily. “I’m the girl who waited for you, Doctor. You can at least do the same for me.”
He closed his eyes slowly and let out a small chuckle. “Amelia Pond. Should’ve known you’d turn up.”
“‘course, Doctor. How could I not? Seems you’ve been gettin yerself into a bit of trouble. A cyberman, Doctor? Really? And I thought we had it bad with the Daleks. Went and got yourself infested, huh?” The hologram looked at Heather. “Did you know I’ve known the Doctor since I was yay high?” She indicated with her hand. “He was my raggedy doctor. My imaginary friend who crashed into my backyard. Crashed n his little blue box.” She crossed her arms defiantly. The Doctor couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He knew she was just a hologram but the way she spoke, the way she held herself, even the way she flipped her hair around was pure Amy.
“Oh, Rory says hi. Bit different, living in the past. Guess we have you to thank for that, don’t we?” She turned to Heather. “Ever heard of the weeping angels?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, they attacked us. In Manhattan. And took Rory from me. Rory’s my husband. See, what the weeping angels do is not kill you. No. They zap you back in the past. Then live off your potential life. That’s what they did to Rory. And me.” She rounded on the Doctor. “Because you didn’t want to go get him. Didn’t want to hop in your little blue box and save him. So I left too. The second I left that timeline, my name appeared on that gravestone, didn’t it, Doctor?”
She pointed and the gravestone appeared in the TARDIS. The Doctor refused to look at it.
“See that, Doctor? That’s your fault. Rory and I could’ve spent years with you. We could’ve been happy raising River and traveling the galaxy…” The Doctor flicked on his sonic and Amy and the gravestone were gone.
Even with him explaining, her question still remained in the air. Would it happen to her? Is this what would happen if he didn’t want her to stay? To make sure she wouldn’t come back? Maybe she was over thinking it, but the fact he hadn’t answered her…
Her eyes jumped to the hologram of another woman. Red hair, the Doctor’s height, talking like she was so familiar with him. And the Doctor’s actions hinting more at how close they must of been. The brunette looked her over; Amelia Pond, as the Doctor named her. Heather’s eyes followed her hand as she indicated how long she had known the Doctor and how they had met. Made her wonder what that must be like, to grow up with the memory of some strange man crashing into your backyard.
Then, like the other holograms, Amelia’s words got more stern, pointed, personal. Maybe even a bit bitter. Heather’s eyes remained on Amelia’s while she spoke; about Angels, being sent to the past, and the Doctor letting her down. Her eyes then drifted to a gravestone. So out of place in the ship, yet somehow not. Two names carved into it. Then she started to blame the Doctor. Throwing one guilt after another. Heather looked between them, wanting to speak up, to tell the other girl to stop, but no words came to her. Then the hologram was gone.
Heather didn’t like this. Not one bit. Because she didn’t understand, because she didn’t know the entire story. And if there was one thing she never liked it was being kept in the dark. Not when conversations and explanations and phrases she didn’t a thing about was being used in front of her. When it was being used against them. It made the air feel tight, tense, claustrophobic. She gripped the railing for support.
“Doctor?” This had to be wearing him down, the one who did know the full story. Who knew every detail. And she wanted to talk about it, to say something about it. But what does one say when they don’t know what happened? It’s like opening a book and starting close to the end, not knowing who anyone was or anything about how they ended up at the final page. “Doctor, don’t let him get to you. It’s what he wants.” Mr. Clever wanted him broken down. The Doctor was the only one who could fix the TARDIS, “It’s… It’s not your fault.”
A gravestone meant death. Amelia and her husband, from what she gathered, sent to the past, living a life. Because that was the thing, even if she didn’t know the full story, they lived a life. Even Donna without her memory of the Doctor, right? It sounded like without all that, she still lived a life. Things that sounded like they got out of hand— and from Heather has experienced on this ship so far, she wouldn’t be surprised if they had been out of the Doctor’s control. Maybe she was being naive, maybe too optimistic, but none of what she had heard could of entirely been the Doctor’s fault.
((ooc: I need a re-design for my home page but I’m rubbish with computers. So if anyone could suggest a layout or design or just, ya know, walk me how to do a friggin home page, that would be great! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! AND I”LL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND STUFF!))
(If you mean a new page theme, I think maybe this one would look good with having that wonderful picture of Mr. Clever taking over the sidebar image~ (Or any image really~)
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