Hello all you Doctor Who fans! This is my first fan fiction. Sorry, I know that it's a really weak storyline! Reviews are wanted, pretty please! I hope you enjoy 'In the Doctor's Head', I'll be uploading more chapters very soon, and I promise they will be longer! Enjoy and review!
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The Doctor stepped inside of the Tardis. He felt the familiar feeling of loneliness creeping up on him already. The last words he had just said were still whirring and echoing in his head.
"Goodbye Amy! 'Bye Rory! Keep that girl of yours safe!"
It had been six years, 63 days, and 4 minutes since Amy and Rory's wedding. The Doctor remembered it vividly, although he had been stuck in the never space on the other side of the space-time continuum for most of the experience, which made his memories vague and fuzzy. In fact, he hadn't even technically been alive at that point, just a person who had never existed. But after Amy had remembered him…by a miraculous happening, he was brought back to her side, in the middle of her wedding reception. Now he was saying goodbye to his traveling companions, and it pained the Doctor to think what he would do without them.
As he closed the door to the Tardis, the Doctor felt a small gush of wind.
The Tardis lurched forward, throwing the Doctor off his feet, across the rail, narrowly missing the stairs. The time machine continued jumping about until he finally got to his feet shakily, and carefully pulled the zigzag plotter when he got back onto the platform. Whereas that usually helped, the Tardis just continued shaking. Even taking two steps to the left didn't help!
"What?" The Doctor yelled upwards. "What's wrong?"
He gave the main module a good kick. The shaking immediately stopped.
The Doctor, rubbing his foot, said, "There we go. What's wrong with you? That could have killed me, you know!"
The Tardis was unnaturally quiet, its' usual hums and buzzes almost non-existent now. The Doctor found this slightly disconcerting, but quickly pushed these uneasy feelings aside and focused on where and when he was currently.
"All right then," he said enthusiastically, trying to forget that he was alone. He pulled his scanner down and spoke to his surroundings. "Have we moved already? That lurch must have sent us away from the Earth, right? But, if you've brought me anywhere out of their galaxy, I swear I'll-"
He stopped. The Doctor stared at the scanner, where the coordinates and readings of the planet he was on were. Whereas he usually consulted these readings with the utmost attention, now he paid them no notice at all. Instead, he stared past the readings, at his reflection in the glass. It was his likeness. But it wasn't him at the same time. It was a part of him he had hoped to never see again.
"No…no…" the Doctor muttered, feeling beads of sweat roll down his neck. He felt his face, his chin. It felt the same. But that reflection…it didn't move as he did.
Suddenly, the reflection smiled; a strange, crooked grin.
Before he could react, the Doctor fell to the floor.