Annex

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the idea to have these worlds collide.

Introduction

I opened my eyes, well, my hosts eyes for the first time. I felt groggy. I felt my brow crease at the word. Groggy? I felt puzzled by the word. Humans had such strange terms. I looked around. White. Everywhere. I squinted. Figures. Two figures were beginning to take shape before me. I tried to say something, but my words died. I was so tired.

"She's coming round," I heard one of them say. Female. Definitely female. English. My host's mind provided the word as I tried to place the womans accent. London cockney, I realised as she continued. "Get over here! She's coming round!"

The second figure backed away to make room for a new one. I could now see perfectly and I took in the appearances of my Healers. The woman was short, with a caring build. A Mother maybe. She had white blonde hair, quite obviously dyed and a sad face. She had blue eyes. The second figure was different. He was tall, and skinny, but with a strong physique. His hair was brown, dark chocolate brown. My host's mind provided me with the phrase. It was one she had used often. He had a childish face, but old eyes that looked like they had seen as much as myself. His eyes. His eyes were brown. I felt uncomfortable. There was a strange feeling of recognition that made me feel uneasy. Such familiar eyes. He was dressed differently to the woman, who was wearing jeans and a black sweater, her brightened hair tied messily in a bun behind her head. The man was different. He was clad in a suit, a blue suit. Again, the strange feeling of recognition flared inside me.

The man rose something to my face, but I was too tired to raise my arm. It was a light, used by doctor's to check Human's eyes, memory handed me the explanation. Suddenly, everything flashed and I found myself elsewhere.

I load the gun hurriedly. I don't have a lot of time before those things came through the door. Where is The Doctor? I pray he is safe. That's all that mattered. That he's safe. I rise my gun to the trembling door as The Seekers clash mercilessly on the other side. I wasn't going to go down without a fight. That's what The Doctor would do.

Fear. Cold and desperate rushed through, locking my limbs. I panicked. But I couldn't bring myself to speak. I couldn't see. Only the door, shuddering under the weight of The Seekers behind it. I wanted to pull myself out and run away. Hide.

"She's having a panic attack!" the suited man cried, running away and coming back. His words seemed distant. Like I was being brought away from him. There was a strange prick in my arm. Sedative my memory supplied. The man was telling me something. No. My hosts memories recognised his tone of voice. He was asking me something. I closed my eyes, the sedative making me drowsier than I already was.

"No!" The man snapped, desperately, grabbing my hand. Shock and anger flooded through me, burning me. The emotions were overwhelming, leaving gasp for breath. Fear stung once more. Those emotions were not mine. I was not shocked he had took my hand, nor was I angry… I pushed the horrible thought from my mind. I felt his hands rise to my face, which underneath the skin burned with rage. Why was she so angry? She shouldn't have any influence on me!

"I need you to open your eyes," the man said soothingly. I trusted him at once. His voice. Such a sweet, familiar sound. I opened them slowly and looked at the man, looked into his antique eyes. He stared back, his face falling to horror. Suddenly I was overwhelmed again with fear. It was so painful. How did Humans cope? But I couldn't think about that. This man, he shouldn't be the one I'm waking up to. His hand dropped from my face as if he could feel the emotion and it burnt him.

"She's…" His words died on his lips. The woman's face rapidly became terror-filled. I swallowed and finally willed myself to speak.

"Where am I?"

The question was simple. Short and to the point, my memory gave me. The woman looked at me and winced. I wanted to sit up and face my enemies. That's what these people were. Not Healers. Humans. Brutish, violent Humans. The fear still clutched at me as though it was trying to pop my lungs. But I couldn't run, and I couldn't hide. I was so tired…

"Earth," the man answered. His voice had changed, from the light, almost optimistic tone to dark. Solemn. These words were all so sad. How could Humans not cry when ever they opened their lips?

"Who are you?"

There was no answer this time. And if there was I didn't hear it. The sedative was catching my blood, slowing it, making my mind and sense fall. My eyelids grew heavy and soon dropped over my eyes. I couldn't hear anything, but a muffled sound. Like someone was choking on air. Sobbing my memory placed on my mind. An image from my hosts past leaked to me. Grief, excruciating melancholy swamped me.

I bang my hands desperately off the wall, tears so new their warmth burns. I want this wall to shatter. Just to break into a million tiny pieces. I want him back! Oh God! He's gone! I scream:

"BRING ME BACK!" I throw my arms frantically against the wall, trying so badly to break it. "BRING ME BACK!" A sob breaks my cry, robbing me off breath, making my next shriek higher pitched and broken. "'Bring me ba-ck!" Pete says something behind but I don't listen. My hands are pressed against the white. I sob distraughtly and my word becomes on.

"No…"

I flinched. The sadness was so unbearable. No one had warned me of these incredible emotions. But I was so tired that my distress my short lived. The sedative had me almost gone. Then, a name floated to the surface of my mind, that was drifting from now to dream.

Doctor…

"Doctor…" I whisper, so low I can barely hear it myself. "Your name is Doctor."

Well, here you are. I'm not entirely sure that I will continue this. But I do rather like the story I've created and will continue to write it. If you wish to read more than please review and tell me so and the next chapter will be up soon.

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