The Doctor's Trust

by WritingGirl8642

I was only 12 when he first came into my life. It was 2012, the night I was studying for my test in school the next day. As if he had heard my wish, a man with a bowtie took my hand and brought me along on endless adventures. I thought it would never end, and I honestly hoped it wouldn't. My name is Melanie, and this is the story of how the Doctor saved me.

10. Chapter 9

Just so you know, that the Deep Breath premiere was SO INCREDIBLE! It was amazing, I can't explain it! And, the new episode is today!
I thought it would be cool to post these chapters right when the new episodes are coming out.
So, here is Chapter 9! Enjoy!
And thanks for following, favoriting, reviewing, and reading!

Here is what happened in the last chapter!

I walk into Clara's "house" and slump down on the couch. Clara comes down the stairs and looks at me before gasping. "Why are you so dirty?" she asks, hurrying over to me. "And this cut?"
"Oh its nothing, I just spent about three months in New York City in 1948, had a fight with a police officer, and apparently fell in love with this boy from 2008."
Clara's mouth opens to ask a question, then jumps up and looks out the window. "Was he with you?"
"Nope," I rest my head against the cushion. "He left me there, on accident."
She is about to talk again, but I interrupt her, "Long story, too tired, and too hungry."

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Chapter 9

"Clara!" I moan, stretching out her name. "I just want to sleep!"
She continues to tap on my shoulder. "Come on! First day of school, we have to get ready!"
I grunt, throwing my face back into my pillow. I mumble throw the pillow's fabric, "Why do we have to start school on a Wednesday?" I pause, throwing my arms up. "That makes no sense!"
"Come on! I'm teaching, and I have to drive you!" she urges.
"But high school sucks!" I shout, but its muffled by the pillow.
Clara pushes my shoulder before walking out the door. "I let you sleep in!"
"Angie!" she yells through the house. "Artie! Come on!"
Angie moans. I can hear Clara working frantically downstairs.
Then, the sound of the TARDIS makes my eyes pop open. I jump out of the bed and run to the small window, releasing the hatch and swinging it open. The blue box is right in front of our driveway.
I quickly dig through Clara's dresser, grabbing one of her cute sunflower tops and short, capri jeans.
Okay, it's weird I can fit in these.
I brush out my hair, that is still just brushing my shoulders, since I haven't gotten it cut since the encounter with the angles.
I run down the stairs, leaving my backpack under my bed. Clara is about to hand me my lunch when she stops me at the door, "Where are you going?"
"TARDIS, outside, let's go!" I start to run out the door.
"Oi! Get back in here!" she says. "Its your first day of school!" she argues. "You'll be tired when we get back!"
"No, this will wake me up!"
"You are not going with him," she says, packing more food into paper bags.
"Come on!" I urge. "I'll be super good and I won't wander off!"
Clara sighs with defeat, "Fine," she glares at me. "At least get your backpack, so he can drop you off after!"
I laugh, "I'm surprised you're even letting me go."
"That's because," she grabs a coat from the hanger by the door. "I am coming with you."
I let my head fall back, "Ugh, why?"
"Because," she heads out the door. "Last time you went alone, you ended up in an alleyway in 1948 for two months." She stops, looking back at me.
"But that was, like," I count in my fingers, "two months ago!"
She grabs my head and spins me around until I face the stairs, ignoring my argument. "Now, go get your backpack."
I sigh, running upstairs. Angie and Artie are slowly getting their clothes on.
"Angie! Artie!" Clara calls. "Your neighbor is picking you up for school soon!"
They don't answer, which I have learned means "We know". I sprint down the stairs and sail through the door, using the door frame to turn me sideways.
I open the doors to the TARDIS, being greeted by a happy Doctor who is spinning around the console and typing random things on the buttons.
"Hey, Doc," I smile at him.
"Ah, hello Mel!" he runs up to me and gives me a hug. He pulls away and glares at the scar by my eye, "Hasn't healed..." he mumbles.
"It's fine," I smile, "I like it."
He raises his eyebrow at me, "Okay, now!"
He spins, his coat whizzing through the air. Clara bursts through the doors, carrying my lunch and hers. "Forget something?" she says, holding up the lunch bag.
"Oops," I grab it. "Sorry." I put my backpack on the ground and unzip it, putting the punchbag in the front pocket.
"So?" the Doctor points to me on the ground. "School starting, eh?"
"Yup," I answer with fake excitement, throwing my backpack on a random chair by the console.
Clara pats my shoulder, "Mel wanted a trip before school. That alright?"
"Perfect!" he claps his hands together and rubs them like he is creating friction. "I love quick trips! Where do you want to go?" he asks.
Clara looks at me, and I shrug. She thinks for a long moment. "I like Los Vegas."
He smiles, and I make a small laugh. "Great place, Vegas! I love all the hotels! But, don't try the..." he points to both of us, pausing for a moment. "The, uh, the mints! Horrid things, they are."
I can't help but snicker at him. He points to the hallway behind him, "Go get dressed for Vegas! Off your pop!"
I run up the stairs and into the wardrobe. I look down at what I am wearing and shrug. There is a cute, light red skirt hanging from a hanger. It has white polka dots all across the print. I replace my capris with the skirt and run down the stairs just as Clara starts to go to pick an outfit.
"What do you think?" I ask, spinning in front of him. He has a pair of sunglasses on.
"Ooh, I like the top, but you're not really a frilly person, so the skirt is okay, and the-" he cuts himself off when he realizes that my face starts to turn upset. "It looks good, yeah." He holds up his thumbs as a "Thumbs Up" and I laugh at him.
Clara races down to me in a short blue dress that looks like it shines in the light. I shrug at her, "Not bad, sis."
"Shut up," he nudges me with her elbow. "So, Vegas?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips.
"Vegas!" he repeats as he runs around the console, and I grab onto the railings as he pulls down the lever.
We jolt, then the Doctor runs to the doors. He opens them quickly, and water drips from the top of the doorframe. Clara is close behind him, and I peek from under their arms. The Doctor shouts, "Viva Los Vega-!" he falls out of the TARDIS with a scream, followed by me and Clara. There is water all on the floor, as if the whole entire room was flooding.
Clara screams as she falls up against what looks like another console, filled with buttons and young men working at the controls.
"Who the hell are you?" a man asks with a white beard.
He looks like that Game of Thrones guy... I laugh, thinking to myself.
"Nice job, space boy!" I yell from the ground. "Can't even get us to Los Vegas!"
"No, not Vegas, but this is much better!" the Doctor pulls his hair back so its out of his face.
"A sinking submarine?" Clara clarifies, holding onto a pole.
Oh, we're in a submarine! Awesome...
"A sinking Soviet submarine!" he corrects.
"How is that any better?" I yell at him, picking myself up from the drenched floor.
"Bring out sidearms, restrain them!" a young man yells.
"410! 420!" a man yells, looking at a small meter just above the controls. "Turbine still not responding!"
"They've got to!" Game of Throne's man says. He sounds like the Captain of the ship.
"Ah!" the Doctor pulls out his screwdriver. "Sideways momentum!" the green light makes the weird whirring sound. "You've still got sideways momentum!"
"What?"
"Your propellers work independently of the main turbines!" the Doctor quickly explains.
"How the hell do you know that?" I ask, my stubborn temper growing.
He ignores me, "You can't stop her going down, but you can maneuver the sub laterally." he falls, but contains his balance on the pole. "Do it!"
I fall over, but stand next to Clara, holding the same pole just under her hands.
"Get these people off the bridge, now!" the grumpy young man says.
"Just listen to him, for God's sake!" Clara yells.
"Yeah!" I jump in. "He knows what he is talking about!"
"Geographical anomaly to starboard! Probably an underwater ridge!"
"How do you know this?" he Captain demands.
"Yeah, do explain, Doc!" I agree.
"Whose side are you on, Mel?" Clara asks.
"Look, we have just a shot to stop the decent," he keeps fixing his drenched hair, "if we settle on it! Dive!"
"Six hundred meters, sir!" the man at the controls reads. "610!"
"or this thing is going to implode!" the Doctor continues to explain.
"Lateral thrust to starboard, all propellers!" the Captain orders.
"Sir?" Control man clarifies.
"Now!"
"You're going to let this madman give the orders?" Grumpy asks, leaning up by the man's ear.
"Lateral thrust!" he ignores him.
"Going, sir!" the Control man starts pushing buttons.
Clara grabs my arms, holding me to her as she flips her head around to watch what is happening. The water that falls from the ceiling floods my mouth, and I continuously have to spit it out.
"660!" Control man yells. "680!"
There is a crash and I slip from Clara's arms falling onto the floor. I hit my head on the board of the TARDIS. Clara regains her balance and helps me up. I grab my head in pain and start to run where the bump is forming.
An alarm starts to blare. "Mel, are you okay?" the Doctor asks.
I slowly nod, then as if that was a sign, he takes out his sunglasses and puts them back on. I feel the sub settle beneath my feet. Clara tries to help me to my feet, but I fall back down.
The world spins.
"Decent arrested at 700 metres," Control man states.
The Captain looks to the Doctor, his hands behind his back with a perfect posture, "It seems we owe you our lives, whoever you are."
"I'll hold you to that," the Doctor blurts. "It might come in handy."
Grumpy face glares at him, then orders, "Search them."
All the crew stares at me and Clara with confusion. "Yes, I know," Grumpy says. Clara is fixing the strap on her dress. "They're women, now search them."
One man grabs Clara's shoulders and another grabs my arm and hoists me up to my feet. I stumble, but he pushes me up to a pole.
"Oi! She can barely stand!" Clara shouts.
"So?" Grumpy snaps.
I shake my head, trying to rid the dizziness. The man puts his hand on my shoulder, keeping me up. My short hair is drenched, and my light red skirt is somewhat see-through.
The Doctor yips as the crew start to dig through his clothes. One young man, about the age of 18, looks at me with an awkward stare. I smile and laugh. "I'll make this easier," I whisper. I look around my skirt and my shirt. "No pockets," I explain. The boy smiles his thanks.
"Are we going to be okay?" Clara asks, looking at me.
"Oh, yes," he pants.
"Is that a lie?"
"Possibly." He looks back to her, "Very dangerous time, Clara. East and West standing on the brink of nuclear oblivion."
Control man is playing with a Barbie that was, for some weird and unknown reason, in the Doctor's coat.
I moan, "Why is there a Barbie in your jacket?"
He looks at me, his very small and invisible eyebrows squinted down. "And she's back, eh?" he pats my head. I wince as he pats the bump forming on my head.
"Anyway, lot's of itchy fingers on the button," he goes back to explaining the situation to Clara.
"Isn't it always like that?"
"Sort of," the Doctor gives in. "But there are flash points, and this is one of them." He reaches up to his head and starts to pat his body as he chants, "Hair, shoulder pads, nukes. It's the 80's," he pause. "Everything's bigger."
Grumpy reaches into the Doctor's main pocket and grabs the sonic screwdriver. "I would like a receipt, please," the Doctor retorts. He reaches up to grab it, but Grumpy hands it off to the Captain.
"What is this?" he asks.
The Doctor moves his mouth as if he is about to give a long explanation, but there is a loud crash, and we tilt to the side. I fall over and into the water. I hear the Doctor call Clara's name, but I don't think he even realized I was there.
I lift up my head and gasp for air. The sub continues to tilt, and I wrap my arms around the large pole in the middle. I scream. The Doctor is running over to the TARDIS, which is slowly disappearing.
The bump on my head starts to hurt, and I rub at it. The sub settles, and we are back in silence with only the drips and roars of the water flooding in.
I slowly stand up, but I get to a kneeling position when two of the crew grab my arms and shoulders, shoving me against the wall. My head hits the wall at impact.
"Hey!" I yell at them, fixing my shirt. "What was that for? My head already hurts, you don't have to make it worse!" I snap.
They just glare at me, and Grumpy makes a cross snarl. I see Clara in the water, and I lean down. The crew men stop me, standing in front of her.
"Do you want her to drown?" I scream.
"Good riddance," Grumpy snorts.
I push between the men, grabbing at her arm and pulling her up. "Clara?" I turn her over.
The men are about to grab my arms again. "Just let me help my sister, okay?" I snap. They stand still for a moment.
I look at the Doctor, who is yelling back and forth at the Captain.
The young 18 year old walks over, telling the men he can handle this. He gives me his jacket with a shy smile and I nod my thanks, wrapping it around Clara's shoulder. He helps me prop her up against the pole.
I look up to see the Captain holding the Doctor's coat by the collar, the fabric wrapped in his hands. He is pushing him up against the wall.
"Hey!" I yell, stepping over Clara and running through the water. I squeeze in between the Captain's hands and the Doctor's coat and push them away from each other. Just as they are about to yell at me, I hold up my hands and yell, "Shut it!" Everything goes quiet and I lower my hands, panting.
"Now, you," I point to the Captain. "This man just saved you and your crew by telling you something that you didn't know about your own ship!"
"Which is exactly the reason why he could be a threat! He could have killed us quicker!" the Captain does a quick charge, but I interrupt him.
"With himself in it?" I argue. "Yeah, great idea! He's stupid, but not that stupid." I take a breath. "Imagine if something else happens to the ship and you don't know how to fix it," I point to the Doctor, taking a long breath. "He can help."
The Captain pauses, but stays silent. "Good, now," I turn to the Doctor. "Stop being such a control freak, 'kay?"
"Control freak?" he repeats in a mumbled voice without answering my question. "I think you mean Clara. You must have bumped your head harder than-" he stops when I give him a look.
I nod my head and fix my shirt, stepping away from them both.
"I will not take orders from some girl," the Captain retorts.
I turn back to him and shrug, "You just did." I wink.
"I don't care what she says!" the Captain goes back to yelling. "You still attacked our submarine!"
"Captain, we didn't attack your ship!" the Doctor repeats the situation. "Now, if we can get the pump working, we can get her afloat."
"We'll last until the rescue ship comes," the Captain says.
"If it comes," he clarifies.
"Being a know-it-all control freak, again!" I tell him over my shoulder.
"Can't help it!"
"Oh, this sinking is just a coincidence, then?" the Captain demands. He grabs the Doctor's coat again and shoves him up against another wall with a large bang. The Doctor lifts his hands as if he is about to scream. "Who are you?" the Captain grunts.
I look over my shoulder to see Clara standing up. I jump over to her to help her up. I grab her arm and rest my head on her shoulder.
"All right, Captain, all right!" the Doctor starts. "You know what, just this once, no dissembling, no physic paper, no pretending to be Earth Ambassador." He takes one breath, "Me, Clara, Mel. Time travelers. Clara, Mel, you okay?"
"Think so," Clara says, her hand by her head.
I hold out my hand with a thumbs up.
"Time travelers?" the Captain asks.
"We arrived out of thin air, you just saw it happen," the Doctor explains.
An old man with headphones on speaks up, "I didn't!"
"Your problem, mate. Not mine," the Doctor retorts.
"We were sinking," Clara runs through the story at her own pace.
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"We sank," the Doctor answers.
"What happened to the TARDIS, I mean?"
"Yeah, what happened to our ticket out?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"Never mind that," he says.
"How can we 'never mind' that?" I say.
He ignores me, "Listen," he says to the Captain. "Breath's precious down here. Let's not waste it, eh?"
"You're right," the Captain's grip hardens on the Doctor's coat, making his knuckles turn pink. "Maybe I could save a little oxygen by getting all three of you shot!"
At those words, Clara throws me behind her and holds my arms, keeping me close.
"What does it matter how we arrived?" Clara speaks angrily. "The important thing is to get..." she trails off when she hears a strange hissing. I look over her shoulder to see a very tall, alien-like armored creature. "...out."
"Exactly," the Doctor says. he obviously hasn't seen the creature yet. "Number one priority, not suffocating!" the Doctor pats the Captain's shoulder as he slowly backs away.
"Thank you! Finally seeing sense," he claps his hands together. "Now, what sort of state is the sub in?"
"Doctor," Clara and I say at the same time.
"What about the radio, can we send-"
"Doctor!" Clara yells.
"What?" he looks up at the sound of the hissing. "What is that, gas? Could be gas."
I do a facepalm. You idiot...
The Doctor watches our faces, tracing the trail of our eyesight to what is behind him. "Uh, hello," he greets the creature. "It never rains, but it poors!"
"We were drilling for oil in the ice," the man with the headphones reports. "I thought I found a mammoth."
"Yeah, that is not a mammoth," I laugh.
"No," the Doctor breathes.
Clara steps towards the Doctor and I follow behind her. "What is it then?" she asks.
"It's an ice warrior." The Doctor is smiling. "A native of the planet Mars. And we go way back." He pauses, as if for effect. "Way back."
"Martian?" the Captain keeps his eyes on the alien.
"Yeah, get used to it," I snap.
"You can't be serious?"
"I'm always serious," the Doctor's face is stern, but I can't help but smile. He sees me smile, then adds with a wink, "with days off."
"Doctor," Clara simply interjects.
"Just keeping it light Clara, they're scared."
"They're scared?" she looks at him. "We're scared."
"Nah, I'm good," I say before a man pulls out his gun and aims it at the creature. The alien holds its arm out as it powers up like its ready to fire.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!' the Doctor pleads, going between the two. He holds his hands out. "Please! Please! Wait, just..." he looks from one of them to the other. "There is no need for this!" The Doctor looks back at the ice warrior. "Just hear me out. You're... confused, disorientated. And of course you are, you've been lying dormant in the ice for... For how long?"
The Doctor wipes his nose, then snaps his fingers at the headphones man, "How long, Professor?"
"By my reckoning," he stutters. "5,000 years."
"5,000 years!" the Doctor quickly puts in. "That's a hell of a nap. Can't blame you if you got out on the wrong side of the bed!"
"I know what that's like..." I mumble, earning a look from Clara.
"Look, nobody here," he pushes the man's gun away, "wants to hurt you." He pants with effort, "Please just... Why don't you tell us your name?"
"What are you talking about, name? It has a name?" the Captain shouts from his area by the wall.
"Of course! You have a name, this alien has a name!" I say to him. "We're aliens to him, he would probably be surprised if we had names."
"And a rank," the Doctor adds. "This is a soldier, and it deserves our respect."
"This is madness! That is a monster!" the Captain shouts.
"Shut up, already!" I yell at him.
"Skaldak," the creature says. His voice is low, and somewhat raspy.
The Doctor nods to him, then turns back to us to smile, then his face turns hard, looking back at Skaldak.
The Doctor slowly starts to walk up to the alien. "What did you say?"
"I am Grand Marshall Skaldak."
The Doctor pauses for a moment. I am standing next to Clara, and she grabs my arms as the Doctor whispers, "Oh, no."
Skaldak jolts and shakes. I see small electric bolts running through his armor. I jump back, watching with surprise. Clara holds me by her shoulder.
"You idiot!" the Doctor yells as Skaldak falls to the floor. Grumpy is holding a taser in his hand. "You... idiot..." the Doctor pants.
"Wha-What's wrong?" I stutter.
"Grand Marshall Skaldak," the Doctor has a harsh voice.
"You... know him," Clara concludes.
"Sovereign of the Tharsyssian caste. Vanquisher of the Phobos heresy," the Doctor reads off the alien's accomplishments. "The greatest hero the proud martian race has ever produced."
Everyone slowly starts to walk towards the unconscious Martian. I stay where I am.
"So, what do we do now?" the Captain asks.
"Lock him up," the Doctor takes breathes between the words.
I watch with suspense as some of the men grab Skaldak and pull him to a large room. "Clara, Mel," the Doctor calls our names.
"Hmm?"
"Stay here, don't go in there," he orders. I look at my sister and we follow him into the main control room just a few doors down.

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Well, there it is! So, I added Mel in there a little more than the other episode. I hope you liked it!
Thanks for reading, everyone!

Here is a sneak peak:

"Aw! It's a fox!"
"How do sharks make babies?"
"Do not hear the Whisper men, whatever you may do..."
"You didn't even say goodbye!"