Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, the BBC does, I guess. But I do own this future internet where downloads go directly to the brain. It's great.

I guess triggers in this if you do heavy-duty, downloadable, psychoactive, hallucinogenic drug ~stuff. At least it's not really affecting your lungs and internal organs. I guess.

[What else goes up here? Cue the sounds of a confused night writers thoughts. Anyway, begin.]

Evanescent Escape chapter 2: My Own Storm

It's so dark here. I'm sinking farther, deeper, down into a suffocating ocean. The deep blue currents caress me, enfold me, and encompass me. The nearly still water above me glistens and sparkles with a gentle warm sun sending shafts of light down into the water. My nerves were finally still; my mind, finally mine. Calm pulsed through my veins. My body is suspended in the water, where the murky depths meet the lighter surface waters. My responsibilities and memories were finally lifted from me and I still cannot breathe. My lungs are shutting down; suffocating me; my mind numbingly calm. Not a single piece of information passed through the synapses. It feels amazing.

I must wake up now, before I fall forever and never return. That wouldn't be too bad though. I don't want to return to reality. I've done enough damage, why let me do anymore?

All of a sudden my descent ceases. The currents of my internal ocean, my storm calmed by the psychic drug, begin to churn and roll violently. The Oncoming Storm that had been quelled became oncoming once more. Dark blue waters no longer caressed but tore at my skin and clothes as I'm being thrust upward. It's wearing off and my time is up. I'm being forcefully propelled upward to the surface, back to the air, back to the light of a now cold and bitter sun that skims the surface of my now blackened, roiling swells.

But it's dark in my room when I resurface. I can still feel my itchy tweed clothes and the bed covers enveloping me. I must have sunk quite a bit since I had initiated the psychic drug through the download I'd gotten last week. I roll over to the edge of the bed and slide my feet into my shoes. I sit there for a minute just to hang my head and breathe deeply, regaining consciousness and orientation. My mind was already starting to fill with the noises again; a constant buzzing of negativity and darkness. I consider staying in bed all day, just lying there trying to retain the feeling of my mind going blank. This last download wasn't long enough; perhaps I'm becoming resistant to Calm. Perhaps I'd have to turn to more complex downloads; something a little stronger. How much longer can I manage until I slip to the farthest regions and I couldn't come back?

I lie back down in the darkness sinking back into my covers and access the internet, this time searching with my subconscious for a near coma-like effect. Not many programmers can develop a drug to this degree and keep it free on the market. True to my predictions I only receive a couple million hits. I then filter out virus and trojan-laden files. Much like regular files that have viruses, programmers have developed viruses that, once downloaded, can get into the mind and extract secrets. What they wouldn't do for a mind such as mine. Surprisingly my expert filter has left me with only a couple hundred download options left. Programmers are a clever bunch, I'll give them that. Once a person is under coma-like conditions secrets and other objects of the mind are the easiest to extract by a virus from the drug that induced it. I found a relatively safe download called Coma-like which caused a deep hebetudinous state in the user and should last up to four hours according to the description. I wondered quietly what it would feel like when I was under and a small smile ghosted across my lips as the need to feel whole and completely at peace and still of mind as the Buddha.

I initiated the download but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the internet and my download area. I tried to find a weak spot in this barrier - around and under - but could find none. I was inside a bubble and on the other side my peace of conscience was waiting. I felt as if an old lady were sternly staring at me, as if I were a child doing something naughty. A sharp yet ethereal voice drifted through the back of my mind that the Buddha did not need drugs to achieve peace nor was he a nearly thousand year old Time Lord that was well seasoned in the horrors of Time Wars and lost companions. It was then I became very cross with the TARDIS for restricting me access to my download. I promptly bookmarked the download page and cut off the internet.

I sighed, rolled over into a sitting position on the side of my bed and walked through the darkness to the door and the light waiting on the other side.

Thoughts?

So, no Amy and Rory in this chapter but the sinking bit was fun to write though. Go on, use your imagination. (It really was though.) Yea okay, It's been awhile since I uploaded chapter one and again no promises on the next chapter. [13 months later... {~upload~} . ] Oh yea, I'm up to date on Doctor Who, I know about the Ponds leaving and Clara and stuff (oh spoilers I guess, sorry. Not really.) But this really was written back when they existed so sorry if this brings back any painful memories. Oh, and Matt's haircut. I cried too.

I'm forgetting stuff. Oh well. Thanks for reading and please review. And thanks to all of you who reviewed and put this story on your watch list stuff and followed it and all that jazz, you're cool I promise you all invisible cookies and tasty stuff if you don't like cookies :O or invisible stickers or something…