Well, shit. Another vehicle is hurling through the vortex, twice the speed of his ship. It's almost like the ship was desperate to leave the vortex, but forces itself to stay a little longer. The doctor had no intention of leaving that ship to sail on its own. He would follow it through time and space. Why? It was another TARDIS. It wasn't like his. Its chameleon circuit was in full swing as its shape twisted and change around its core. He could see it slowly changing into a structure, not unlike an ancient Greek podium. It made sense, the way they were travelling and all. Soon enough, the two ships landed, side by side, in ancient Greece.
Amy came flying out of the corridor and found the doctor staring at his screen.
"What's the problem? Why the sudden landing?" She danced her fingers across the railing as Rory followed her.
The doctor shuddered. There wasn't going to be another time-lord about. He knew in his mind that he was the last one. His hearts, however, filled him with hope. Someone else could've survived, could've lived.
He ran out the door of his TARDIS, Amy following. Rory stayed by Amy's side, holding her arm. Next to him was a podium, but he knew otherwise. He knocked. Amy looked at him, confused, but was taken aback when a small door opened and the doctor walked inside. The inside was very much similar to his, if not a lot cleaner and with a less manly grunge look. There was no one in the console room, so the doctor decided to search deeper. He turned to his companions.
"You two, stay here. I don't know what's down there, but it could be dangerous." Turning to Amy, he looked into her eyes. "Don't… move."
Rory nodded and sat in one of the chairs of the console room, motioning for Amy to sit next to him. The doctor walked down the corridors and came to door. He heard the sounds of sobbing and immediately barged in. He was in a room, a bedroom, with a pink touch to everything. He saw a young lady, looked about 16, curled in the bed, her almost gold hair covering her face like a veil. He could see her chest jumping as she tried to control her tears.
That explained it. Her hair indicated that she was an individual, a Gallifreyan who could block other telepathic feeds. He could hear her two hearts beating unevenly. He slowly approached her. He didn't know if she was aware of his presence, but he acted like she didn't, trying very hard not to spook her. He spoke in a soft, low voice.
"Hello." He placed his hand on the girls shoulder. She jumped but stayed put. "It's ok; I'm not going to hurt you. Let me help you." He searched her for the cause of her pain.
The girl slowly took control of her breathing. She clenched her side. The doctor hadn't noticed that she was bleeding, and very badly. Worry striking him, the doctor tried to pry her hands away but she didn't trust him. He thought to himself. She was going to die without him. She needed him.
He put his hand behind her head and placed his forehead on hers. Time-lords were a very telepathic race; even individuals like her could connect via touch. He hoped she could trust him if he opened up to her. He didn't have the time to tell her his life story, so he tried his best to let her know she was safe. He let the thoughts of his mind travel into hers. The sorrow he had felt, his anger, his fears… his felling of being lost. He let all those travel far away as he let his feelings of hope, joy, warmth and his dreams flow into her. Please, he begged, I've seen death, I can't lose you too.
As he removed himself from her mental grasp, he prayed that she might allow him to help her. For a few seconds, time stood still, something completely new to him. She slowly removed her hands and the doctor could now see the severity of her wounds. There was a large gash down her side and her arms were burnt. The girl squirmed as the doctor pulled out his sonic-screwdriver. He had to seal the wound on her side before she bled to death. He lifted her blood stained shirt just enough so he could reach it easier. Why didn't she try to regenerate?
As he slowly started to mould the skin back together, she whimpered in pain. In all honesty, he was surprised she didn't cry and scream. She clenched her fists and waited. After he was done, she was still covered in blood, but she had stopped bleeding. Her breathing returned to normal and her hands unclenched. She had passed out.
