~I know, I know, its been a while but hear me out! First I was in a musical then I started track then track ended and there were exams and whatnot and now I'm in another musical, this time though onstage instead of working the spotlight. Basically, I've been busy. Also I was at a really long standstill for ideas. You may also notice in the previous chapter that a correction has been made. I changed pounds to credits because it makes more sense.~
Chapter 12
"Now my dear, what to do with you while we wait for your precious Doctor?" said the larger of Charlotte's two captors.
"Ya know she is really pretty," said the other bringing his face closer to Charlotte's.
"Brutus, we can't harm her. We need to keep her in good condition. If that guy doesn't show up, we have to make sure she's sellable," said the first man, pulling Brutus away.
"Don't worry, Caesar, I'll be gentle with her," Brutus said.
"You won't lay a finger on her. She'll fetch the best price unharmed and undefiled. So keep away from her," said the man called Caesar. He was obviously the leader of the two.
"I got the message," said the other. "Blimey, ever since Cleo left you've been so serious. C'mon we had so much more fun back in the day."
"Things have changed. They'll get better now though. I promise. Once that Time Lord shows up with the money we won't have to worry anymore," he said. He walked away from Brutus towards Charlotte. "God you are a pretty one aren't you. I hear that Doctor of yours likes the pretty ones."
"Let me go," spat Charlotte.
"You don't know do you? About all the girls he'd had before you," he whispered to her. "The pretty blonde, that doctor girl, the mouthy red head. What makes you think you're special? 'Cause lemme guess, he loves you? Loved that blonde too. And what happened to her? Left in a parallel world."
"Get away from me," she snarled. He leaned closer so that he was whispering into her ear.
"Or what?"
Charlotte sat there steaming as they walked away from her. They locked the door, leaving her alone in almost darkness. She tried not to let what they had said get to her. Was she really special at all? Or was it all a trick? She shook her head. Now was not the time to question her relationship with the Doctor, she knew he would save her. She couldn't wait 48 hours with these two brutes though. She looked around. The room was solid. She assumed concrete walls as well as floor. She was chained tightly to a very uncomfortable wooden chair. She had no way of escape. Unless...
What Charlotte supposed was a few hours later, Brutus came in carrying a plate of food. "Hello beautiful," he said, trying (and failing) to be "charming."
"How do you expect me to eat if my hands are chained?" she inquired.
"I guess I'll just have to feed you," Brutus said sickeningly.
"Then I guess I won't be eating."
"Fine. Suit yourself." He walked out, carrying the plate with him.
When morning (or at least what Charlotte thought was morning, it was hard to tell when unable to see one's watch) came, it was Caesar who brought a plate of food. "Good morning gorgeous," he greeted her in the same creepy way that Brutus had.
She asked him the same question. "How do you expect me to eat if my hands are chained?"
"I'm going to feed you," he said.
"Fine." She was then reluctantly fed what she assumed was breakfast. She thought to herself, just relax it's part of the plan. Finally the plate was cleared and Caesar left. Charlotte let out a disgusted sigh. These men really had a knack for personal hygiene.
A moment later, Brutus came in. "So you'll eat for him but not for me? You aren't a little princess you know. You're a hostage."
"I am fully aware."
"Then quit the charade."
"No charade. I hate you both so much, I just hate you more."
"Tickle me pink," he growled. He got closer to her.
"CHARLOTTE!" she heard. It was the Doctor here to save the day!
"DOCTOR!" she yelled. Suddenly a skinny man in a brown trench coat and converse (with wonderful hair) burst through the door. "What happened with the other bloke?"
"Knocked out, be unconscious for a while. Oh hello, you're a bit bigger then the other one," the Doctor smiled, observing him. Suddenly Brutus reached out and hit the Doctor across the face. The Doctor crumpled to the floor.
"Doctor!" Charlotte yelled. Brutus stepped back toward her.
"Now what to do with you?" he raised his hand.
Then everything went dark.
Charlotte groggily opened her eyes. Everything around her was so bright. She heard the beeping of heart rate monitors and the sound of quiet chatting. "Where am I?" She asked, fully opening her eyes. Her mother was staring at her, shocked.
"Nurse! Nurse come quick! She's awake!" her mother called.
"Where's Phil?" she asked, registering where she was. She was in a hospital, that was all she knew.
"I'm right here," said a voice from her other side. She turned her head slowly to see her little brother and his best friend.
"What am I doing here?" she questioned.
"I can explain that." That voice. She turned her head. It was him. "Hello, my name is Dr. Smith and I regret to inform you that you've been in a coma the past three months. However, now you're awake which is very good. Thought we were going to lose you for a while there."
"You're the Doctor," she said. It was him, tall with big brown eyes and fantastic hair. She tried to sit up to see if he was wearing converse but she was still too weak.
"Yes, I am. Now do you remember anything?" he asked, glancing at his clipboard.
"I remember Barcelona and the giant robot bugs and every other adventure we had," she said.
"What are you talking about, dear?" her mother looked at her then at Dr. Smith, concerned.
"Her brain was still very active trying to heal her body so it is possible that she had all sorts of dreams and imaginings," Dr. Smith explained. "Before the adventures, what is the last thing you remember?"
"They weren't imaginings, Doctor. You and me went on so many brilliant adventures together," Charlotte insisted.
"I'm afraid we've both been here," he said, sadly. "You knew I was a doctor here so I guess you invented a character in your head. I am sorry, I am so so sorry, Charlotte but while it sounds like an amazing fantasy, it didn't happen. Now I need you to tell me what happened before you met the Doctor. Think back to a few months ago. Tell me how it all started."
"I had been in my room, having gotten home from Tesco's a few hours ago-"
"Tell me about the trip to Tesco's."
"It was just a normal trip to Tesco's and back."
"Charlotte, this is important, I need to know exactly what happened."
"I got in the car, drove to Tesco's, picked up some groceries and drove home. Why did something happen? Oh god, did I get into an accident? Is the other person okay?"
"Calm down," he put a hand on her shoulder. "There wasn't another person, but there was a tree. An eye witness says that the roads were slippery because it was raining and your car lost control on a turn and you hit a tree. They got out and called 999 but your injuries were pretty bad. You went into a coma, your wounds healed and now here you are. How do you feel?" He looked into her eyes.
"Surprisingly okay and a little sad," she said, staring back into his.
"Why?"
"Because we can't go on adventures anymore."
"Don't worry, Charlotte, plenty more adventures are sure to come your way," he said with a grin.
