Sharing Memories
Memories flashed through his mind. Memories that weren't his own.
They flashed through his mind with a great speed but he could still analyse them all as if they were flashing at a snail's pace.
He watched Samantha Woods as she was a baby, then as she was growing up, going to school, making friends with three sweet girls, Kiera, Sophie and Camilla. They became the best of friends. No one could come between them.
Then they went to high school. Fights started. Boys came and went. There was laughter, crying, happiness, sadness, etc. All the usual emotions.
Then they met a group of four boys who were also best friends. Brian, Brad, Spike and John.
He watched as the two groups got closer and they became the best of friends too. He watched as Samantha and John grew closer. How confused she felt when he started to go out with other girls. The big argument they had when she started to date a guy John did not like. The pain that she went through because they weren't talking to each other.
Then the guy she was dating, Robert Grass, turned out to be a jerk. John found her crying. He confronted Robert with the rest of his friends, Brad, Brian and Spike. The big fight that broke out. Samantha taking care of John's bruises.
Him inviting her to the prom. Her saying yes and feeling really happy. The stress she went through to make herself look as good as possible. The whole prom went nicely. The two of them dancing in the middle of the dance floor and gazing into each other's like they were in their own little world.
The memory shifted to one of her and John standing outside with a lovely moon shining over them. They were wearing different clothes and looked older than they did at the prom. He watched as John got down on one knee and proposed. How Samantha, with tears in her eyes, accepted. They hugged and were about to kiss when the memory changed.
Flashes of their happy life. All the happiness. Samantha telling him she was a witch. Him being very understanding and accepting her. Their love growing even stronger than before.
This changed to sadness as he watched them running away from something. He was about to see what when the memories stopped and he was left blinking at Samantha who was gasping.
"Sorry" she said, "Didn't want you to see that"
The Doctor frowned, "Why not?"
She sighed, "Because that's the day he died"
There was silence.
"I'm sorry" he whispered.
She smiled sadly, "So am I"
"What happened?" he asked.
"Car accident"
The Doctor didn't believe her. It was the way she said it. The same way he'd said he didn't need anyone. It was well practised and said without the bat of an eyelid. He knew it was a lie.
He remembered the fear on their faces in the last memory that Samantha had shown him. How they'd been running away from something. A car accident did not fit unless they had ran on the road and John had been knocked out.
It was likely but he didn't believe it. There was something that Samantha wasn't telling.
But deciding to respect her wishes, he nodded.
Holding out his arm, he said, "Come on the. Off to the Tardis"
She took his arm and they walked away from the still frozen Chodowg.