The Doctor sighed as he leaned up against the console of the Tardis. Such a boring day… He had a horrible headache and just to top it off he was bored. "Come on old girl, take me somewhere important. Somewhere I'm needed. Greatly," the Doctor said to his Tardis.
Then to the Doctor's surprise, the Tardis exploded into light and electric shocks, catching him off guard. It felt like the Tardis was on top of an earthquake and he was thrown around the room like a doll inside a box that an angry two year old had gotten hold of.
The Doctor held onto the railing for his dear life until it finally stopped. It didn't make the noise it usually did when it landed, but the Doctor was sure that his Tardis had, in fact, taken him somewhere important. He got up and stretched, rubbing his shoulder. "Aright then, where are we old girl?" the Doctor asked, but the Tardis was silent and responded in what the Doctor translated as a low growl. "Weeeeell," the Doctor said. "Wherever we are, you really don't like it, do you?"
The Doctor walked cautiously over to the door and slowly reached for it when it opened just a crack by itself. The Doctor was silent as he thought he could hear a low and muffled sound of crying. To the Doctor, it sounded like someone in utter despair and extreme pain. He opened the door slightly and peeked his head around to find that he was in… nothingness… Just plain, pure whiteness. Then, placed about ten feet in front of the Tardis, was a girl.
She was turned away from the Tardis, sitting on the ground, or floor I guess, with her arms wrapped around her legs, heart breaking sobs emanating from her hidden face. She wore a ripped up black shirt with an orange tank top underneath and a very small black tutu. The Doctor reached out for her and touched her shoulder. She immediately turned around and shuffled backwards, fear in her eyes as she tried to get as far away from him as possible.
It broke the Doctor's heart to see this, such an abused young girl. She looked maybe fifteen, but was so starved and malnourished that she resembled a skeleton on Halloween. She was much paler then she should be and the Doctor noticed that her face had no flaws. It was as if she had been sculpted. She had big ice blue eyes that stared at him and full light pink lips. She had short black hair and such a tormented look about her, all the Doctor wanted to do was to just scoop her up into his arms and hug her tears away.
"Are you alright?" The Doctor walked closer to her and she scooted away again. He held out his hands and kneeled down. "I won't hurt you, I promise."
It was a very long minute before she started to lift her hand up to his and she looked into his eyes, hope filling her icy blue ones. The Doctor took her hand and was surprised at how cold she was, frozen like a pale little Popsicle. He helped her up but she wobbled on her feet and fell on him. He caught her and tried to hold her steady but she pulled away when he tried. She obviously didn't like touching very much. When she backed up he kept a hold on her.
"Please, let me help you," the Doctor said.
She stood there, staring at him like she was trying to figure out what he was saying. Then in one second she was on the floor, huddled into a ball, holding the sides of her head and screaming in pain. The Doctor was next to her in a second, trying to help.
"What is it? Please, you have to tell me what's wrong." The girl only screamed and ground her teeth together, her eyes squeezed shut. The Doctor looked at her and saw how much pain she was in and decided to help her if she liked it or not. He scooped her up easily and carried her inside the Tardis, though she kept straightening her body and tensing, screaming in pain and trying to get away at the same time. "I've got you, it's alright. I'm going to take care of you I promise." When the Doctor held her in his arms he felt something he hadn't felt in a very, very, very long time. He felt warmth, like he was meant to find her. He loved this girl, whoever she was. But not in a romantic sort of way. In a way that made him want to protect her and hold her, and to watch after her….. Like a father.
The Doctor took her into the Tardis and asked his Tardis to make a nice room. The door was red and the handle was clear like a diamond. He opened it and took her in to find just what he had asked for. There was a large bed and a nightstand with a lamp, along with a red dresser. The bed frame was red, but everything else was white. He laid her down in the bed and she started to relax, though she still looked scared and her big eyes looked at him as if she was silently asking him if he was going to hurt her.
"Calm down, you're safe. Nothing is going to hurt you." The Doctor brushed the bangs out of her eyes and looked very kindly at her. Surprisingly enough, she fell asleep. He sighed, relieved, and sat down in a red chair across from the girl. The Doctor's mind worked like clockwork, trying to figure her out. She hadn't spoken at all, meaning that she could possibly have no idea how to. But then again, she was dressed in human clothes, around 21st or 22nd century England… Or America. But it really didn't make sense. She was just sitting there, in nothingness, in the middle of the Universe, all alone. Dressed in human Earth clothes…
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck and stood up. She would be alright here, he knew for sure, but he just didn't want to leave her alone. 'Oh, crap!' the Doctor thought. He had left the Master! And if he had been thrown around during that strange experience, then so had the Master! The Doctor ran out of the room and locked it with his sonic screwdriver. "Listen old girl, I want you to look after her like your life depends on it! Understand?" The Doctor said to the Tardis as he raced down the hall. He opened the door to the Master's room and froze at the sight. "Master? Are you alright?"
The Master laid unconscious on top of his dresser. Just laying flat on his back, all the way on top of the dresser. The Master turned his head to the Doctor and glared at him. "What the hell was that?"
"You mean the earthquake?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes the bloody earthquake! What the hell happened!"
"I'm not exactly sure right now. But… I picked up another passenger. I think-"
"You did what!" the Master shouted. He turned to get off the dresser but momentarily forgot that he was so high and fell off, landing with a thud.
"Are you ok? That looked like it hurt," said the Doctor.
"Yes, I'm fine," the Master grunted painfully. He cracked his back and stretched out his arms.
"I think you'd like her, Master."
"Oh it's a she, is it? Of course, yet another companion!" the Master rolled his eyes and huffed.
"No, it's not another companion. I just found her in complete nothingness, in the middle of nowhere. She's sleeping now, but she was having that same kind of thing you have when the drumming gets to loud."
The Master glared at him and stayed silent. "So why the bloody hell did you bring her here?"
"I want to help her. And I don't think she can speak either. She has vocals, believe me, but I don't think she has a language."
"You just love 'helping' people, don't you?" The Master folded his arms and rolled his eyes again. "Don't you ever just mind your own bloody business?"
"I'm the Doctor. It's just what I do, Master."
"Well I think you should just throw her out into space. See if she explodes or not."
The Doctor clenched his jaw, losing his patience with the Master. "Killing people is not the answer and you know that.
"So then when can I meet this mysterious girl?"
"Later, when she wakes up."