I am so sorry for the long wait, i had just been recently doing some volunteer work for my local summer scheme and i am also doing another story as well as this one, but hopefully i will catch up on the time i have missed in this one. Enjoy
6 months later
1 year, 1 month, 1 week, 5 days, 9 hours, 26 minutes and 8 seconds prior to the doctor's rescue
It was late October, almost Halloween. He was cold and alone.
He was fighting, fighting for warmth, for food, for power and for memories. He thought back to that first day, the day of the greeting. She ran up to him calling him another name. You would feel sorry for her, for the loss of her son and the determination to have him back. Then he came, with his disguise of a kind gentleman looking for his wife. His eyes glittered and his face shone with a huge smile. Now, his eyes are always dark and only smiled when he was satisfied.
Then he remembered the police officer. Who died innocently and has still never been found to rest in peace. Guessing that his body still lay in the basement, rotting away that a corpse always should. He remembered arguing and almost running free from his prison, but he was caught and punished. He was lucky that his so called 'mother' was a retired nurse and fixed up his hand. And with his useful Timelord genes his hand was fit for use in the matter of days again.
He looked down at his hand and felt around for the scar that had long since disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence.
Then, he remembered the medicine. Its what Frank likes to call it. A horrible dosage of the mysterious liquid scared the doctor. He can remember the first day he saw it. The first day the pain had came.
It was 12:30 in the afternoon and the doctor sat quietly on the floor next to his bed. It had been 3 months since the police man's murder and so far, Frank had gotten away with it. His hand had healed quite nicely thanks to Anne and her nursing skills, but he wasn't surprised why she was already retired.
For a while now, The doctor had been rewarded for his good behaviour. For instance, good manners, eating his dinner, and doing what he was told, all simple rules that normal kids would following. His most popular one being to call his kidnappers how they wanted him to. Which was proving quite difficult for them. So far he had been rewarded with a hungry hippos game, and even how silly it was to him, it was no fun to play by himself. Another time he had been rewarded with some paper and crayons to colour with. At first they just sat there until the doctor began to use them to jot down some plans of escape. It didn't go to well when Frank found them and he had been given a hard back hand to the face, he had also taken the doctor's shoes, leaving him barefoot for the past week now.
So now as he sat on the floor, locked in his room and he began to draw some pictures. Something he seemed to find quite enjoyable as well as his only entertainment. A couple of some planets he had been to, others were places on earth and then he would like to use a couple of pages to draw his beloved ship. In fact he was adding another one to his collection when he heard the a key in the door and it unlock, he looked up as the door opened and Frank walked in and closed the door behind him. He stared at the doctor as he lowered his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something. The doctor knew fine rightly what it was and he wasn't complying to do it.
It was a new lesson he was taught not long ago. Since Frank and Anne were finding it hard to get him to call them his parents they had decided to start of slow and give him lesson to at least call them it whenever he had to greet them. Frank was still glaring hard down at the doctor and was beginning to tighten his lips. The doctor thought ahead and pictured what might happen if he didn't say anything quickly. With a sigh, he lowered his line of sight to the ground and gave in.
"Hi daddy" His voice was like a whisper full of disappointment with a tint of anger. Frank's smile was satisfactory and he made his way closer to the doctor before lowering on his haunches to be eye level with the doctor. The doctor tried to ignore him by continuing with his drawing, at least until Frank looked down and saw his picture.
"What'ya drawing?" His tone being quite gentle compared to any other day, he must be in a good mood.
The doctor only swallowed, not really wanting to answer the man. But because of it, Frank had decided on answering the question himself and snatched the drawing away from him. The doctor head shot up and he frowned at the man which soon diminished when Frank replied to him with a dark side ways glance. A stared at the unfinished picture for a few more seconds before looking up at the doctor who had now came to leaning back heavily against his bed and bringing his knees up to his chest.
"You seem to like drawing this little blue box. I have seen it many times in your other drawings. Care to tell me why?"
To the doctor, his tone sounded like if he didn't answer the question honestly or even at all, it might not end well. He choose not to say anything again in case he had more to say.
"Did you see it on the television or in a film that you watched? I think these things were out in the 50's, police boxes. I was just a boy when they started using radios instead. But I just wandering why your so attached to them, I've seen you draw at least 10 others just like it. Why Is that?"
Frank was met by silence as he watched the doctor stare down at the picture in his hands "Aidan"
Nothing "Aidan" Again he didn't answer, not until Frank had raised his voice into a sudden shout causing the doctor to jump. "Answer me Aidan!" The doctor looked up at him with slight fear in his eye's before pulling up the courage to speak and quickly thinking of something else to say.
"I-I-I just like to- draw the box. I think she's p-pretty" he answered in a hushed voice
Frank frowned "She"
"It, It, I said It" the doctor spoke loudly before he went back to his silence. Another lesson he had been taught, which he had chosen to follow after the consequences he had received.
Frank tried to look through him but thought of nothing else to say and placed the picture down beside him. "Ok, lets just move on to the reason why I'm here. I have something to show" The doctor's gaze shifted to what Frank was producing from behind his back. Knowing it wasn't going to be good and his eye's widened when his thoughts were right. Frank now held a small jar the sat between his forefinger and his thumb. He could see a clear liquid inside which couldn't be good. At first the doctor thought he was going to knock him unconscious with it like he had done countless times before but why show him it.
"This here Aidan, is your medicine. It's going to help you get better. Now your probably thinking that your not sick, but believe me, a parent knows when their child it sick or something is wrong. So that's why I got your this. Your gonna have to take it once every 2 to 3 days and I'll help you with it." Frank then produced a small needle and stuck it through the top of the jar and sucked up some of the strange liquid. The doctor breathing was growing heavy as Frank moved forward with the needle.
"No please, I don't-
Frank grew angry after he had spoken, but held back his frustration and continued. "Don't worry son, it'll all be over before you know it" And with that, Frank pushed the doctor's to the side and stuck the needle into his neck. When he was done he then stood and brought out a chair before setting it on the other side of the room facing the doctor and sat down. The doctor watched him as he felt the unusual substance travel through his veins and straight towards his face.
The doctor closed his eye's as the room became a bit blurry, he felt like he was spinning. The liquid had travelled directly to his brain and began to take effect. A sudden yell escaped his lips as sharp pain hit him like a hammer against his skull. It was then followed by a few more until the sharp pains became constant and didn't stop. The doctor clutched his head, his face contorted with pain, pain that wouldn't go away. Frank watched grudgingly as the doctor slid down to the floor and curl into a ball as he clutched his head and began to scream.
The pain became worse, he saw flashes of white in front of his eyelids that came every time the pain grew worse. He couldn't describe it, between knife sin his head or electrocution. It began to effect his mind, his memories. Flashes of memories began to come to the surface of his mind. The TARDIS, the Time War, Bad Wolf Bay, The Valiant, Gallifrey. Then he began to see people, friends and companions, past companions, even his family. Donna, Martha, Jack, Rose, Mickey, Jackie, Sarah-Jane, K9, Zoë, Romana, Susan, his real mum and dad. It was heart braking. The doctor screamed as well as shed tears.
Frank watched the whole time, he was truthful about it not lasting long, but he didn't say anything about it causing tremendous pain. He watched as the doctor's screams began to die down and he just lay on the floor still in his little ball. He knew that he was only keeping his arms over his face, so is that Frank couldn't see him cry, but he could still hear him.
It was then that he heard a knock at the door and it slowly open afterwards. Annie peered her head round the door and looked to Frank. Frank smiled and stood to welcome her. Her put an arm around her shoulder as they both looked down at the sobbing from before them, who was now beginning to sit up slightly.
"How's my baby doing? Did he take his medicine?"
"Uh-huh, and he took it quite well actually. There was a little bit of a struggle in the middle but he pulled through. I'm sure this could become a daily routine"
"Oh good. I just want him better again, so we can be a proper family"
"We will honey, don't you worry"
By now the doctor had been able to sit up again and lean against his bed as he brought up his knees and wrapped his arms around them. He would still sniff then and now as some of the his tears hadn't come to fall yet. Annie looked down at him and perked her lips.
"Aww, my poor baby" She moved forward and knelt next the doctor and began to pet his cheek. The doctor tried his best to ignore her, he just wanted to lay down and rest. "Since you were so good with your medicine, I got you a little surprise." She then produced a small brown teddy bear, it had a white rounded belly and round ears. The doctor looked from it to Annie and then to Frank, who had his arms crossed and a hard glare on his face. The doctor sniffed once more before slowly lifting an arm out and taking the little bear. His fur was quite soft and furry. He looked over the bear for a while until he heard a hard cough beside and he didn't need to look up see who it came from or what it was for.
Not wanting anymore pain for now, the doctor decided to get it over with and take his queue "T-thank you…mummy"
That was 3 months ago, and so for 3 months he had been enduring the same medicine every 2 to 3 days, if eh was lucky it might be 4, but it was rare. He hated it. The pain it conflicted on him, the memories the came to the surface. But the more and more he thought about it, the more the began to realise, the memories he was losing. Already he couldn't remember parts of his childhood and that scared him.
He couldn't understand how Frank had gotten hold of something that was capable of doing this. He knew he worked as a police man. He could have easily gotten hold of some drugs. Played with them a bit, maybe even found some that caused memory loss.
He decided to leave it for now, he wasn't really in the mood to figure things out right now. He was cold and alone. He clutched his teddy closer to his chest, which he had grown quite found of. For in these times, it was his only company.
So tell me what you think. Again I apologize for the long wait. Next chapter has the most serious whump of all time! :)
