Hello everyone, here the chapter right from Freya Astrid Nova!

Once again, I'm not the author of this story, just the publisher.

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Melody - x.


Hello once again, Thank you Myrtle Turtle 1 and Melody Pnd for both being just awesome. Here is a mini chappie that is all Nova's thoughts. Enjoy! Reviews are gifts please send one! I don't own Doctor Who at the moment but I will one day!


Nova was in a dark, dark place filled with a slight bit of cold. After years of being confident and full of fire, she was at the moment in total pain and scared. Vulnerable. Her head ached, and it felt as if a million little bolts of lighting were pulsing through her arms and legs, rendering her unable to move. She feared that she wouldn't be able to escape when and if it came to it.

She was also so lonely and filled with sadness, her heart broken and unfixable way beyond repair.

The sorrow blinked slowly in her eyes as she tried to shift the weight of loneliness and pain off her shoulders, knowing she couldn't hold up three negative emotions all at the same time, or she'd be crushed.

She had a spark of hope though, knowing that the Doctor would complete her need for friends, he would fill the void of the friends she once had. The feeling that she couldn't move also made her stubborn, knowing that if the Doctor did in fact come she would have to be carried. And just thinking of that made her shiver, because the pride she had built up within herself was majorly displeased at the situation.

She did not want to be carried ... by a guy no less, making her seem like a damsel in distress, when in fact she was completely the opposite. She was fully capable of doing everything for herself. Ever since she could remember, she had done everything for herself … when she thought about it.

Maybe it was the fact that she had been alone all her life, she actually didn't remember a time when she had been helped. Well ... that was an understatement, her short life had been painful and dramatic. She had blocked off that chunk of her life for so long that she actually forgot if there ever really was a time when she was cared for, instead of doing everything for herself. All alone. Tired of pain. And sadness. And suffering.

So here she was in the dark, and pain and there she was thinking, even though her head felt like it was very well close to or already dead.

Her head. Oh that was a whole separate problem completely, it was one problem entirely to

make her feel agonizing pain until she passes out, and yet another problem when they add chilliness and the ability or lack thereof; to move. They even added a little cherry on top, the dull pain all over.

But her head felt like it literally was thrown out onto the sidewalk, drove over a little bit and then tossed back into her head. Making it a messy jiggly wiggly ball of jelly in her head with a constant pounding, banging her skull in making her seem absolutely crazy for thinking while in that kind of pain.

So yeah that pretty much sums up how terrible and insane she felt at the moment, she didn't know if it was quite possible that she should even be thinking as clear as she had been. Her thoughts were very sharp but the rest of her head felt the dull pain, so reason made her think that she shouldn't be able to think but the reasonable part of her was closed for business, so who cared why she could think while in pain, she was doing it so why stop. She was never really normal so why would she suddenly be like everyone else, besides normalcy is so overrated.

God her head hurt and she really wanted this dark thing to be over with, even if she didn't have Nyctophobia: a rational fear of the dark, she really was getting sick of always being thrown into dark situations. Plus the whole not being able to move bit was really pressing her buttons down, I mean by the way it angered her she may start moving because she was so frustrated.

Ugh, She just hoped the Doctor was on his way, the loneliness is starting to weigh her down now. GREAT. So now not only was everything wrong for her at the moment, she was sad because she needed a friend to keep her company. After a while if she doesn't have a friend she tends to go a little bit crazy.

She felt like the whole world was against her at the moment, making her seem to have so many pent up emotions. Well, she did and they were finally coming out. Never Mind all at once they were coming out, I mean isn't that why she was thinking in the first place. Well of course that would be the one reason her head would let her think while feeling like mush. She pent up her emotions so much, and suppressed them like a wound, they needed to come out eventually and what better time than when she had no choice and was in pain. They were leaking through now and she had no way to stop it, because even if she did it would be too late because she had said too much already. Well she couldn't be naive it wasn't like anyone could hear her thoughts so she isn't going to admit too much because this is all inside her head. Like one big gigantic dream.

So now then… Today. Oh what a big gigantic adventure it had all been so far! Although it was also a little heartwarming in a few bits. At the beginning of the adventure she had been very weary of the Doctor and his annoying antics. He literally acted just the way he looked; like a five year old. Then him thinking he could waltz around telling her what to do, and acting all high and mighty.

Well, he may not have outright said that he thought he was in charge but she could see it in his eyes. His eyes told Nova everything. From the fire and rage of her lying, to the happiness and glee he had when finding something new. What she was most bothered about though was the weird spark of helplessness she saw in his eye when she was on the ground in pain. Why was he upset? I mean he had only known her for at the most a few hours, so why did he defend her? What was the point? I mean after the whole bow incident he didn't even TRUST her let alone care about her. Or did he? Oh i'm so conflicted. Why didn't he just leave, he didn't know her anymore. Ugh! Boy's are so confusing! Well, at least later on in the adventure she kind of warmed up to him. Just a little bit. I think it was around the time that he had wanted to patch me up. I couldn't let him. I just wasn't ready just yet to let him see. I wasn't. But that paper in my hand writing said it all… I had to tell him. Oh the pain of letting my emotions get the best of me. I'm not ready to tell him, not even ready to show him. I need more time, more time to convince myself that hiding my identity is the right thing for the world. For me. And most of all for him.