Chapter 3: Who is she?

"Well 'Just Brooke', what on earth are you doing here?" The Doctor enquired.

"I'm not safe ..."Brooke started, "I'm never safe" she continued half sighing. She no longer looked the tough knife wielding girl she had come across as five minutes ago. She now seemed to be a genuine girl in some sort of trouble. The Doctor found that he was good at sensing trouble and today trouble and danger seemed to linger in the air.

"I'm hiding" Brooke continued. "Well I ran away and now I'm hiding."

"Who from 'Just Brooke'?" The Doctor asked, his eyes piercing into hers as if trying to seek her source of fear and anxiety.

"The people with the eye patches" she spoke. "I don't know who they are but all I know is that I need to get away from them, I must get away from them. " When Brooke stopped talking she turned her gaze away from the floor to The Doctor and immediately realised she had said too much. She watched The Doctors face look into the distance almost in horror his mind calculating rapidly.

Who is she? He screamed in his brain, why and how is Kovarian after her, he thought, growing frustrated by the second. Suddenly something clicked, River he thought. She can't be he thought. River never mentioned this regeneration. But River didn't always tell the truth.

"River?" he asked, turning to Brooke. "River Song, Melody Pond" he pressed, waiting for an answer.

"Who?" she answered a little too late, her voice slightly trembling as she tried to remain confident, she couldn't let him find out she was lying.

Brooke now knew she had definitely said too. She considered running away, but her few basic belongings were too far out of reach. She cursed in her mind, but then thought, I should just run. I have what's important with me; she considered thinking about the locket in her zipped pocket. That was it. Brooke turned around to bolt towards the front door. The Doctor suddenly realised what she was trying to do and bolted after her, just about managing to grasp her wrist, he pulled her back.

Brooke cursed and cringed as if she was in pain. The Doctor let loose his grasp looking up at her surprised. "Look don't run, please just wait" he told her. "What's wrong?" he then asked, are you hurt?" For a minute she looked into his eyes, they were truly concerned. "Nothing" she replied but The Doctor knew she was lying. He grasped her arm this time, away from her wrist and pulled back her jacket before she could protest.

His eyes slightly widened, as he discovered rows of red lines across her pale wrist, some darker than the other. They were cuts. Neat blood red cuts.

"Who did this!" he almost yelled, she sensed anger in his tone. "Kovarian? Her people?" he demanded and answers.

"No" she replied.

"Are you lying?" he asked looking directly at Brooke.

"No" she replied. "They wouldn't hurt me, not like this anyway, they said I was important" Brooke stopped before she accidently revealed too much.

"Then who..." The Doctor started.

"Look." Brooke interrupted. "You need to go, you shouldn't be here, trust me. You need to go, Doctor, you need to leave."

"Trust you?" The Doctor spoke. "Why on earth should or would I trust you?" he spoke almost bitterly. For some reason he felt angry, why was he angry? This wasn't Brooke's fault, she needed help. The Doctor calmed down.

Brooke replayed his doubt and angry tone in her head, it hurt, she thought, it hurt hearing him doubt her but she didn't blame him.

"Sorry" he apologised sincerely and then suddenly something inside his minds clicked.

His face grew grim.

"Those cuts..." The Doctor paused. "You did them...didn't you?" he looked up at her his eyes slightly sad. Brooke's anxiety rose. She nodded.

"Why?" The Doctor asked. "Tell me, I can help."

"Not this time..." Brooke answered, looking away from the man now leaning on the arm of an arm chair in front of her.

The Doctor lifted her wrist, placing his hand over the cuts. Gold light began pouring out of his pores engulfing her wrist, painlessly sewing the cuts together" Brooke watched transfixed it awe. Once her wrist was healed leaving only scare lines The Doctor let it go once again. Once he let go, The Doctor sat almost confused, why did he just do that? He never spent regeneration energy on just anyone and somehow he'd instinctively healed this girl's wrist. Who was she?

"I can tell you know who I am? But who are you" The Doctor asked once again his tone implied he really wanted an answer. She confused him, she frustrated him and he didn't like that.

"I can't say" Brooke answered. "Spoilers" she whispered ever so quietly to herself. Part of her wanted to tell him the truth but she knew she shouldn't.

"What did you say?" The Doctor rose for a second. "You said Spoilers? Didn't you?" he knew he was right. Brooke was about to deny ever speaking the word but she soon realised that wouldn't work so instead she replied.

"Yeah I did?" "What about it?" while trying to sound legitimate.

"River" The Doctor spoke out loud. "You're something to do with River" he continued. "Kovarian, spoilers...River" he kept repeating.

"Doctor don't try to work it out, please" she told him and he could see the desperation in her eyes.

"You have to come with me he told her, those people they'll be back for you and I need to keep you safe, you are important, come with me."

"Doctor I can't..." Brooke started.

"Brooke, come with me" he firmly spoke.

Brooke couldn't protest this time. "Okay she replied, but we must stay here, in this time" she told him.

"You know about the..."

"The TARDIS" Brooke finished. "Yes. I do, never thought I'd meet her..." Brooke was about to add again when she realised the danger, she noted to be extremely careful when speaking.

The Doctor slightly baffled stared at Brooke before walking towards the front door. "Time to meet her then" he announced.