A/N Hey guy's I'll be trying to post as often as I can. I'm about to put up a picture of Hope on deviantart my account name is DoctorAyla sorry these are so short, I'm trying to find good spots to end at. Tips? Suggestions? Feel free to message me, I am pretty accepting.

Hope clutched to her head hissing at the pain that the drums caused her. Though the Doctor was busily running around the TARDIS making sure they got to Earth at the right took a deep breath in and stood up trying to make it look as though nothing was wrong. She had to help him. She ran around flipping switches and pressing buttons, but she didn't realize was that she was doing it to a beat...

One two three four...

The Doctor stopped, his brown eyes dark and angry, brows furrowed together. Hope still continued with her task

One two three four.

She only stopped when she twirled around to see the Doctor's screwdriver aimed at her head.

"You... Who are you?"

"I'm Hope" she answered confused.

"Why do you do everything with the beat of four?" his voice raised

"I don't..." she began

"TELL ME! You're going to be the one to kill me aren't you?" he yelled at her not noticing that during the talk he was clutching her arms tightly almost bringing tears to her eyes.

"Doctor, I will do anything in my power to prevent your death, I promise. And if I try anything to threaten your life I would not hold it against you if you were to protect yourself and..." Hope quieted as the Doctor's grip tightened. "Doctor... You're grip is... Very tight..."

His eyed lightened when he looked down and saw his hands white from how hard he was grabbing her. "I'm sorry," he said pulling her into a hug, one hand on her back the other holding her head to his heart, "I'm so very sorry. Truth is, I've. Never been so scared in all my lives..." he mumbled into her hair. Hanging on to Hope, praying to whoever was listening, that she is the real definition and symbol of hope.

Hope hugged him back tightly, and pulled his worries out of him and replaced them with happiness. She knew that she would be filled with his worry, but she had to help the Doctor.

"You know," the Doctor started, his chin now resting on hopes head. "You don't say much... But you give fantastic hugs."

Hope laughed at that comment

"I just don't talk too much because I might say something bonkers... And you are a funny man to listen to."

The doctor held her at arm's length looked into hopes eyes smiling while she pushed a fake smile on the surface, since she was now worrying, just as this mad man had been a few moments ago.

Soon the TARDIS was through the time vortex and it now sat outside of the Broadfell prison. The Doctor and Hope just stood outside examining it. With the Doctor looking too serious Hope couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer.

"It looks rather... Blown up." right after she had stated that fact hope covered her mouth.

But the doctor let out a light chuckle

"Astute observation Watson." he retorted, turning to her and winking.

"Doctor... Can you smell that?" hope tried to change the topic.

He smelled the air. The faint scent of the universe, time and space, combined with a musky, man smell.

"It's him," the Doctor grabbed hopes hand and pulled her back towards the TARDIS. "Come on!" he urged her to move faster.

Spinning faster than they had ever gone so fast the. Doctor lands the TARDIS in what looked to be a gravel dumping ground. The scent was emanating from here. Hope finally realized that she recognized the scent wafting at her. The Doctor had grabbed Hope's hand and started running out the doors with her.

"Doctor, I..."

"Not now hope..." he interrupted

"But Doctor" hope begged

"Shh shh shh"

BANG...BANG...BANG… BANG

Both beings stood upright and turned from where the ruckus was coming from.

BANG..BANG..BANG..BANG

The Hope darted after the noise as if afraid that it would disappear.

The Doctor hot on her heels.

She rounded a corner and there she saw him...

"Brother...?"