The Bleeding

Summary: The Doctor gets into a bit of trouble with Krasko. Once he's gone and she's made sure history is okay, she has time to reflect on what happened. Team TARDIS helps her heal from the trauma.

Trigger warnings: Sexual assualt, rape, trauman possible PTSD.

Chapter One:

The Doctor adjusted her braces as she came up to the warehouse she knew Krasko's equipment to be in. Now that Krasko knew she and her friends were in 1955, he was sure to be hanging around there to make sure neither of them would return and try to put a stop to whatever he was doing.

As she stopped in front of the warehouse, she gave it a once over before opening the door and entering, shutting it quietly behind her once she was inside. Now in the cold warehouse, she absentmindedly looked around the large space for any sign of Krasko. She knew he must be there, guarding his tech, but she couldn't see him. He was most likely hiding until she let her guard down and he coukd catch her off-guard.

With her eye set on the small briefcase in the middle of the floor ahead of her, she quickly strode over to it and crouched down in front of it. She unbuckled the clasps and opened it up, checking that the equipment was still there. Luckily for her, it was. She closed the case again and put her head on the palm of her hand, deciding what to do know. Krasko hadn't shown his face yet, so she had to wait just a bit longer before she could put her plan into action.

The sound of gravel underfoot caught her attention immediately and she carely reached forward and grabbed the handle of Krasko's briefcase. She waited a moment, but when she didn't hear the noise again- not even the sound of Krasko's weapon firing up- she hesitated. With the briefcase in hand, she straightened up to her full height and turned around only to immediately jump in surprise.

Right in front of her, closer than she had realised, was Krasko. A long, metal pole was clasped tightly in his right hand and a smug, almost victorious smile, was present on his stupid face.

"Hello," the Doctor greeted awkwardly. She hadn't anticipated him being so close, nor did she consider that he wouldn't use his weapon to try and send her back in time. She was at a loss at what to do now. She could snatch the weapon and send the rest of his tech back in time. There wasn't much he could do with that neural restrictor in his brain. Something she had almost immediately realised he had when they'd first met.

Krasko made a sort of disgusted face when the Doctor greeted him, and his hand tightened on the metal pole, making his knuckles go white with the pressure. With an almost pained expression, Krasko brought the pole up quickly and forcefully, and brought it forward to make contact with the side of the Doctor's head. The latter's eyes widened in surpise, having not expected it. When the pole made contact, she crumpled to the concrete floor in a heap, unconsciousness taking her over.

With the deed done, Krasko let out a heavy breath in relief now that he didn't need to fight the neural restrictor anymore. Looking down at the woman on the floor, he sneered a bit. He then crouched down and reached inside her coat pocket to pull out the object she had previously scanned him with. When he pressed a button and it lit up with a noise emitting from it, he smirked. So he was right. A sonic screwdriver indeed.

He gripped the tool in his hand and aimed it at his head, pressing the button once more. The screwdriver made a noise that interrupted the silence of the warehouse, then it stopped as he moved the sonic screwdriver away from his head. Now he just needed to test if the screwdriver had done its job. He shoved it in his pocket and stood up. His eyes scanned the room casually until they landed on something that made him grin.

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"Here, the Doc's been gone a while," Graham pointed out as he, Yaz, and Ryan met up. The latter had just returned from his evening with Rosa Parks, Martin Luthor King, and Rosa's husband. He'd merely served coffee, but he'd gained some knowledge from the evening. Graham had played a game of pool with James Blake and learned that the bus driver was going fishing instead of going to work.

"I know, wonder what's keeping her," Ryan said thoughtfully.

"She has been gone an awful long time," Yaz agreed, "I don't like this. What if she's in danger?"

"Didn't she say she was goin' to deal with that Krasko bloke?" Graham confirmed.

"Yeah. She was back goin' to the warehouse," Ryan nodded.

"Maybe we should go look for her," Yaz said worriedly.

"Good idea. If we're gonna get rid of Krasko and stop him interfering in history, we're gonna need her help," Graham said.

"Right, then, let's go, Ryan," Yaz nodded to her friend, already heading for the bathroom to exit through the window as Graham went for the front door. Sneaking out of the window in 1955 Alabama somehow didn't bother her anymore. She had more important things on her mind.

The last time they'd seen the Doctor was the night prior. They'd all gone back to the motel as a meeting point as it was too risky to go back to the TARDIS with Krasko hanging about, but the Doctor hadn't shown up. They'd decided to give her a bit more time as they didn't really know that she was doing, only that she was going to find Krasko, but now it was morning and she still hadn't returned.

When Yaz and Ryan had gone through the window, they were met with the sight of an anxious looking Graham. Neither of them wanted to get caught climbing out of a motel window, but somehow Yaz knew that's not what he was fussing over.

"I've got a bad feelin' about this," he said at her concerned look.

"Me too," Yaz agreed, "this isn't like the Doctor. She should've been back hours ago."

"We better get a move on then," Ryan stated, already making his way out of the alley behind the motel. Yaz and Graham were quick to follow him.