Written by Noveltea, originally posted at LiveJournal.
All characters and ideas associated and originating from the Doctor Who franchise are the possessions of their respective creators. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
AFRAID OF THE DARK
She's never been afraid of the dark.
Not until now.
Sitting alone in among the treeborgs on the IByzantium/I, unable to see, and cut off from The Doctor she's alone; truly alone. And it's the scariest thing she can possibly imagine.
The silence surrounds her completely.
All she can hear is her breathing – too fast and too shallow for her liking. She's only ever been afraid of one thing – the crack in her wall – and she doesn't like the feeling. It reminds her that she's human. That's she fragile.
That she can be broken.
She clings to the communicator like a lifeline, knowing that it's useless. The clerics won't be coming back.
They forgot each other.
They would forget her.
If she could see she knew her knuckles would be white.
"You're being ridiculous."
Her voice doesn't echo in the emptiness, the sound dying once it leaves her lips.
She sits and waits.