Disclaimer: I find this torture. I really do.

A/N: Okay, so on to the next chap. Hope it's good. Maybe it'll be better than the last. ...Or worse. Either way! On with the story!

I've always had a dislike for roses, well, not always, but I used to. I always thought that most people liked them because they represent love or something like that. I didn't like roses then. I didn't like love. But now, if I think about it, I do like roses. I love them actually. But not because of love. Because of what they mean to me. I told myself once that if I was never going to fall in love, but I did, didn't I? Or, maybe i didn't. Maybe he fell in love with me. He still lied. He said he was coming back, and look what happened. He asked me about it once. I found a single rose and he asked me why I picked it. I guess, at the time, I had wanted something to hold on to. Something to grasp that would give my thoughts a solid form. And that's what that rose was for. Roses. They smell like water to me. Water, how I'd be delighted to see some right now, but that won't happen. I'm trapped in this bloody of a box with that creature. It keeps moving. Closer. Or...at least I think. I've had to move several times, just to get away from it. One time, I swear, I could feel it breathing down my neck. Now, I sit huddled in a corner, nothing else for me to do. 119 and I'm still scared of the dark. Just like then. Just like the rose.

June 6th, 3065; Anetiata

Twenty-one days exactly from the day we met. Not time-traveling days. But days in, I met him twenty-one days ago from today. Not...like...bloody. This is hard to explain. It's kinda like regular days, only with the Doctor. You can't really keep track of how long you've been with him because of the time-travel. But I tried to. I have a little watch that I used to tell me the day on earth. It was on the day I left, so, as if I never left earth, it kept on it's track. On this particular day, I had been with the Doctor for exactly twenty-one days. Does that explain it? I'm not exactly sure myself. I get the concept in my head, but putting it into words is just bloody horrible. Anyways, I wake and I find myself on the floor of the console room, the Doctor standing over me.

"Hallow? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He asks in a worried tone.

I let out a groan as pain begins to register in my head. What was going on? "What happened?" I asked as he helped me to my feet.

"We crash landed." He said.

After almost collapsing to the ground, I register the fact that the inside of the TARDIS is in pretty bad shape. "Crash...landed." I repeat in a whisper, my memory trying to recall what had happened. "Where are we then?" I caress the back of my head, which, when I pull my hand away, is sticky with a crimson substance. "Oh." I say just as I topple forward into the Doctor's arms. Black consumes me at that point.

I open my eyes slowly, trying to let them adjust to the overly bright light. "Why's it so bright?" I ask no one in particular. But someone answers me anyways.

"Outside. I'm not exactly sure where though. I only got enough information to tell me when we are." He said.

I felt something cold on the back of my head, but couldn't seem to register what it was. It wasn't ice, that would be colder. So, what was it? It could possibly be frozen peas. My mind registered the fact that the Doctor had once said frozen peas work best. Or did he? I can't remember. The memory has gone fuzzy. I lift my hand up to the back of my hand to feel what it is when a hand stops mine.

"No. Don't do that." He says.

I know by the way that I feel in the pit of my stomach is that I'm laying down, back on the ground. I can't see, everything more of a white right now. And that cold feeling at the back of my head, but also something soft.

"Doctor?" I ask.

"Yes, Blue?" He responds.

"What am I laying on?"

"Oh. Um. My lap."

"Your lap?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, you see. That's a good question." I can tell by the way his voice sounds that he's trying to think of a good reason.

"Tell me the truth." I say.

He sighs. "I couldn't find anything soft to rest your head on." He says.

This puzzles me. He couldn't find anything soft? Was he okay? "Isn't there a pillow or something in the TARDIS?" I ask.

He doesn't reply for a second or so, then with a very heavy sigh, he replies. "She kicked me out."

"What?" I ask, confused. Who kicked him out?

"She kicked me out."

"Who?"

"The TARDIS."

"The TARDIS kicked you out?"

"Yes."

"What exactly did you do to get kicked out?"

"I may...have crash landed us on a planet where she can't..." He trailed off.

"She can't what Doctor?"

There's no reply.

"Doctor? What can't she do?" I ask again in more of a demanding tone.

"Leave. She can' exactly leave. We're trapped here Hallow. We can't leave."

I don't say anything else. There's nothing for me to really say at this point. But then my mind begins to try to grasp the idea I can't see.

"Doctor?" I ask.

"Yes?"

"Why can't I see?"

"Oh!"

I can feel his hands lifting my head up out of his lap then guiding me to sit back against what feels like wood. I hear the sound of his sonic then my vision begins to clear.

"There you go." He says as he pockets his sonic.

I blink a few times. "What..." I trail off as I begin to take in my surroundings. "Doctor?"

He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Umm. Yeah. Remember when I said I didn't know where we are?"

"Yeah."

"I lied."

I let out a puff of cold air that seems to cut into my lungs like sharp razors. "Where are we?" I ask in a breathy-whisper-like tone as I stand up and look closer at a flower near me.

"Anetiata. Home of the Irxeon. The whole planet is covered in plants. Ranging from all sizes to shapes and species." He explained.

I run my hand over to petal of the flower. "It's beautiful." I whisper.

Bright vibrant flowers, vines and trees and all kinds of plants spread out before me. I walk along a small path, looking at the pastel and bright flowers. It looks like a forest, but a flower field all in one. I know the Doctor is behind me, sonicing the plants for some reason I can't seem to see. My head. I lift my hand up to feel the back of my head, even though the Doctor said I shouldn't. I feel bandages, but something wet as well. When I pull my hand down it's wet with what appears to be water. But I know it's not. I turn to the Doctor who is looking at me like he's sorry.

"Doctor?" I ask, walking over to him. I can tell by the way he's looking at me that something is going through his head. And I don't want him to be like this. Not now. "Doctor." I take his hand in mine and run my thumb over the top of his hand. "Come back to me."

I drop his hand and sit down. The bandage is beginning to bug me. I unwind it as the Doctor continues to be in the state he's in. He's remembering something. I can feel the air on my head and know now that whatever The Doctor had put on my head had healed it. I smile lightly and turn the sonic over and over in my hand. Then I stop. It feels like someones watching me. I look up and find the Doctor is inspecting one of the plants, but no one else. I'm glad he's back to himself, but I can't shake the feeling of someone watching me. Then I realize. Not someone. Something. I can just see it movement in the plants by the Doctor. No...not in...I hurry to my feet.

"Doctor!" I scream. But it's too late. I can feel the plants wrapping around me and see the Doctor is in the same situation. "Doctor!" I scream again as he seems to get farther and farther away. Then the ground seems to collapse under me and everything grows black.

I can just see the last of the light closing above me, the Doctor shouting my name. And for a brief moment, I wonder if I'm going to die. I fall down onto something hard. Dirt? No, it was more like stone, might be why it hurt so much. Now I can't see, it's too dark to see. I'm lost on a foreign planet and the Doctor has been taken away, the possibility of never seeing him again lingering in the back of my mind. I clutch the sonic in my hand tightly, the feeling of it there comforting. I won't give in too easily. They meant to separate us, whoever they are, but I'll find my way back. I always do.

I use my free hand to feel along the wall. It seems I'm in a cave system of sorts underground. I fiddle with the sonic until it turns on, emitting some light for me to see, along with that little noise it makes. I can't help but smile. That noise reminds me of the Doctor, how I wish I had warned him faster. Maybe we could have avoided this. I make progress through the tunnels when I hear something behind me. I turn and see some sort of light. Taking a step towards it, I make out what seems to be the letter x. Another step and I see the word box. I smile. I know what it is! I run towards it and the doors open for me. The TARDIS had come for me. But what about the Doctor?

I'm suddenly thrown to the ground as something hits the TARDIS doors. A piercing scream mixed with a roar comes to my ears. Covering my ears, I clench my teeth. It hurts, makes my head throb. I'm thrown again and then I hear the TARDIS begin to dematerialize.

"No! We can't leave the Doctor!" I stand up and run to the door, but it won't open. "Let me out!" I pull on the door but with no luck. I slump to the floor. This can't be happening.

I don't even realize the TARDIS had settled.

It's a few minutes later that a gentle hum coaxes me out of my ball. I stand up and pick up the sonic, having dropped it when I had covered my ears. The inside of the TARDIS looks so cheery, unlike what I really feel. I know, I shouldn't get so worked up over losing the Doctor. It wasn't like I was in love with him, was I? Nah. Definitely not. We were just friends, nothing more.

After regaining my composure and wiping the dust and dirt off of me, I open the TARDIS doors and gasp. The TARDIS had landed in a vast field of roses. It seemed to stretch on forever, all different colors. Blue, red, white, black and so many more. Taking a petal between my fingers, I feel the smooth, delicate feeling of the fragile flowers. One wrong move and the petals would fall off, the flower no longer beautiful as it once had been.

It's the feeling of awe and wonder that pulls me farther away from the TARDIS. Just like he always said, don't wander off. So much for that rule. I tend to do that all the time, wander off. Just like I was now. And, as most times it turned out to be, trouble found its way to me.

The sky was a light blue, but the longer I stared at it, the more it came into view. Like, it wasn't so far away from me as it should be. Reaching up, the whole thing shatters. The roses wilt almost immediately, the blue sky burning away, revealing a dark and dank white room. I can tell it's white because only one light is placed in the ceiling, right where the sun had been. I realize that I'm not standing up, but rather sitting against the wall in a corner, staring into the distance. Had it just been a dream? Did I just imagine the TARDIS being there? No, it had been so real. But then again, you could never spot a dream when you were in it. That was probably why I didn't see the thing approaching.

When I did see it, it was almost too late to do anything but scream. But I couldn't even seem to do that. I couldn't move or talk or, well, anything. The odd looking creature pulled something out of my hand, a stinging sensation the result.

"You found her in the fields?" It asked someone else. How many were there in that room? How many could she not turn her head to see?

"Yes. It was too late do anything to help her but bring her here. She had already touched one of the Thistle." Another replied, coming into view.

"You did the right thing. Had they gotten there first, she'd be dead." The first replied.

"What about the other one? The one she came with?" The second one asked, taking a step back.

"We can only assume that they have him."

"Do you think he's still alive? That he's still in the tunnels?"

"No. Most likely they caught him." The first said, both of them walking away and towards a door I couldn't see. I heard the swoosh as it opened and two walking out. "He's probably already dead."

That was the last thing I heard before the door closed and I was left in the dark. My eyelids were heavy, like they had sedated me. Maybe, when I woke up, this will all have been a dream. I really do hope so. Because I can't just believe that the Doctor would be dead.

A/N: So! I know, I know. LONG awaited update. But! If it helps! (which it probably doesn't) I've been busy with work and such. With school starting back up in a few weeks, I've been working on making my new backpack. It's Doctor Who themed! Anyways! I started a new fanfic called A Crazy Family Paradox. You can check it out if you'd like. That's what got me to finish writing this chapter. Anyways! Read and Review! Follow and Favorite! I really do thank those of you who already have! You're my inspiration and my fuel. I should, hopefully, be updating at least every weekend. Maybe every other weekend. depends on how busy I am. Hope you enjoyed it!