Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, been a bit busy with school/life. But heres the 'big' finale. What's wrong with the Doctor?
Resting with a demon
The Doctor slept for longer than I had ever known to sleep. For a day, he lay there, his eyes closed, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I felt trapped and claustraphobic, but I didn't want to wake him. It gave me time to think. I thought about Mum and Mickey, and wondered if I would ever see them again. I thought about the Ood, and the Daleks. I thought about the Doctor before him, the one with the big ears and the anger welling so deeply just beneath the surface. But most of all, I thought of the alien lying next to me. He'll wake up, and he'll talk to me, and he'll explain everything to me. The Doctor has secrets he will never tell, but he will tell me of his sickness.
The alien moved in my arms, making a whimpering sound. I carefully extracted myself from his grip, and sat up awkwardly, the whole time my eyes on him. "Owww..." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Shhh, Doctor, it's me, Rose" I told him quietly, holding his hand and making small circles on it with my thumb. He pulled his head under the duvet. I realised the light from the bedside lamp was hurting his eyes, and I switched it off, before carefully pulling the duvet back. "Rose?"
He looked terrible. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his skin was pale and sweaty. He looked at me, longing and fear in his eyes. "Where am I, Rose?" he asked weakly. "You're in your bed. You got sick, remember?" I told him. He shook his head, then nodded twice. "Yep, I did" he said, then yawned. "Doctor, I'm going to go and get something to eat and drink, and I'm going to change. Want anything?" He nodded, and then said "Don't leave me, Rose. I'll come with you." I shook my head, and he sulked. He tried to get up, and groaned. I grabbed the sonic screwdriver off him, and he looked at me. I ran out of the room, locking the door behind me.
I returned half an hour later. My hair was wet from a shower, and I had jumped into sweatpants and a t-shirt. I had grabbed some pajamas for the Doctor, and a couple of bags of food. I soniced the door, and walked in. The high and mighty time lord was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. "You left me" he said. I passed him his pajamas wordlessly, and he tried to throw them on the ground. Or at least he attempted to. His arms were weak, and his body frail. It seemed that he had been asleep for years, not just for days. A tear streaked down his face.
"I came back though, didn't I?" I told him, faking being cheerful. He nodded quietly. "Now put your pajamas on, yeah?" I asked, passing them to him. He smiled a little, and I turned my back. He slowly changed into them, and by the time he had finished he was exhausted and shaking. Lying down, he sighed. "This sucks. I'm bored." he said, and I had to laugh a little. "I'll grab some DVDs" I said.
I was only a minute, but the Doctor was scared again, pale and hugging a pillow. I put a DVD into the little player, and climbed onto the bed he was lying in. He had grabbed the popcorn out of the food bag, and I smiled. We started to watch Harry Potter. The Doctor had never seen the movies, and the characters reminded me of him. He smiled and laughed and cried. He seemed to be getting better, I thought. "Doctor, you need to sleep again" I told him firmly, watching him yawn as we finished the third movie. He complained, but yawned again. Smiling a little, I turned off the television, and shut the lights off completely. I climbed back into his bed again, and he curled into me and slept.
A few hours later, he woke me up. I looked at him. "Doctor?" I asked. He didn't respond, and I realised he was still asleep. I was about to shut my eyes when I heard a piercing scream, and he started to roll around, his limbs flailing. "They're coming!" he cried, and I watched the pain and fear in his eyes. "The..." he started to say, but screamed again. I grabbed his wrists, but that seemed to scare him more, and as he pulled them from my grip one caught my face. A thin stream of blood ran down my cheek. "Shhhh..." I told him, one hand cautiously rubbing his back. He stopped flailing, and shook again. I quietly hugged him, and he woke up. "Rose?" he asked, looking at the blood that was slowly streaming down my face. "What happened?"
"You were having a nightmare" I responded, pressing a hand to my face. "I tried to help you, but you accidentily hit me" The Doctor looked horrified. I walked over to him and tried to get him up, but he jerked away from me. "What did you dream about?" I asked. He looked at me. "I lost you. The Daleks and the Cybermen came to Earth, and we were fighting them, and somehow you got transported to an alternative universe. And I would never see you again." He seemed afraid of the memory. "I'm here now, Doctor" I whispered to him. "I hurt you though" he whispered back. "It's not your fault" I told him. "I'm a demon" he told me. "You're an angel" I said.
He looked me dead in the eyes. "Do you want to know what was wrong with me?" I nodded. "Are you sure?" There was something serious about his tone, the way he looked at me. I nodded again."I want to know Doctor, so I can help you if it ever happens to you again." He smiled sadly and begun.
"All Time Lords are born with something in their DNA. Basically it means that we have to be in the presence of another Time Lord, or we become literally sick with lonliness. Of course, I have human companions, and they help keep me from becoming ill. However, it's only temporary. The last time this happened was three hundred years ago."
"But what was the stuff you put in your arm?" I asked.
"Ha! I'm glad you asked that! That is artificially created liquid Time Lord DNA!"
"Why can't you build another Time Lord then?" I started to say.
"I've tried, trust me. But for some reason the DNA is inactive. But it's good for one thing. It tricks my DNA into thinking that there is another Time Lord nearby. Because there wasn't, it locked onto the next best thing. You."
I smiled. "So that liquid DNA stuff that you put in your arm made your body think that I was a Time Lord or carried ones DNA."
"Yup!" he said, popping the 'p'.
"So, you're all better now?" I asked.
"Not quite. After three hundred years of not coming in contact with another Time Lords DNA, this must have been quite a shock to the system. I'll be getting regular sleep for the next few weeks, some of which might consist of nightmares, which..." he dropped the sentence off.
"Don't worry Doctor, I'll look after you." I told him.
"But I might hurt you!" he said, fear returning to his eyes.
"And I'll deal with it, you're not forcing me to stay here!" my voice started to rise.
"Don't yell, Rose. And I'll let you." he said calmly.
I smiled.
"Want something to eat?" I asked. The Doctor nodded. "Tomato Soup".
The Tardis had put the kitchen opposite his bedroom, so I quickly made some. When I returned, he was scared. "Don't leave me again" he said.
"Doctor, I may have to leave you sometimes, but I will always come back. I promise"
The Doctor nodded glumly. "Have some soup." I told him. He smiled. "I like promises."
