Haaay.
I don't own Doctor Who. Wish i did. Also i wish i owned Matt Smith. Yeah hes my favourite Doctor. Suck it.
It wasn't that bad really, Bree thought, as she lay on her side in the snow, against something solid and blue. At least she'd managed to find the TARDIS.
The snow was starting to turn a dark red hue around her, in turn making her shiver and wince and clutch her stomach tighter.
Well, it could be better.
She much rather be in the TARDIS right now, without a gaping hole in her stomach, with the Doctor laughing and joking beside her.
She'd gotten separated from him about a day ago now, and hadn't seen him since. She missed him, his laugh and brilliant mind and his habit of talking too quickly. She winced again but not from pain in her stomach.
She tried to move but cried out and stopped as pain shot up her body. Where was the Doctor when you needed him most? She wondered.
Shed been attacked, quite badly she realised, judging by the colour of the snow and she might not make it if he didn't come soon. It was her fault really. The Doctor had warned her what the Slitheen were capable of. Once again she hadn't listened. Hadn't wanted to let him down. Had wanted to show him that taking her along with him hadn't been a bad choice, and have him throw his arms around her and call her brilliant. Now look at her, lying on the floor by the TARDIS, broken and bleeding, freezing to death on top of everything else.
She shivered violently and then noticed something. A dark shape in her now blurred vision. It was walking, no running she decided. She could just make out the bow tie.
She laughed at the irony then coughed and screamed from the pain in her torso. The Doctor wore a bow tie just like that.
She closed her eyes and remembered him, straightening it, a hurt look crossing his features, which made her chuckle at her own insult.
"Oh Bree," someone said, faraway now, like a dream.
Funny, he had the Doctor's voice.
Someone scooped her up, one arm under her legs, the other clutching her back. She gasped in pain then silenced. This person was comfort and was helping her, they deserved quiet. She laid her heavy head against their chest.
Her breath was coming in short gasps now, and her heart was pumping wildly.
"Bree, listen to me, hang on," the Doctor-voice said.
"Mmhm," she managed, before opening her eyes slightly.
How had she gotten inside the TARDIS? Only the Doctor had the ke- Oh. Oh.
"Doctor?" she asked weakly.
"Don't try and talk," the voice said sternly but gently.
Suddenly the warmth was gone and she was back on cold again. Snow? It was white like snow. Oh. It was a medical room. Why was she here again? Oh right, Slitheen.
"Bree," she heard quietly. "You were brilliant," The Doctor said, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
That's more like it, she thought.
No, it wasn't that bad really.