Hello, once again, readers!
So, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? I'm so sorry for my long absences as of late. I had planned on updating a few months ago, but as you all know I have been fighting cancer lately. And that fight had a decline a while back. I had to go into a second treatment plan, as the first stopped workly as well as it should have, and with far too severe side effects to the doctor's liking. I actually left the States for a while to start some new treatments in Europe that I am very fortunate to be able to receive because of family benefits. I thank the universe to have this availability, for I know countless others are not as lucky in receiving such options and treatments. I am truly grateful to my family and others for all their help. Though, I'm not going to lie; I did kind of go into a depression seclusion after leaving the States, because, well, it's just been hard pushing through it all. Started avoiding everything and everyone, and just wanted to focus on my treatments and simply get better before focusing on anything else. But I just want to assure you all that I'm doing much better now! :) I arrived back in the States, and I'm pushing myself to be more active with people, with motivational encouragement from my family and best friend. Plus, I really missed you all on this site. I really hope to see everyone again that I've come to know and love. 3
I really hope that everyone isn't too angry with me for being gone so long. :( If any of you are, I don't blame you. I'm so sorry for being absent for such a long period of time without any updates. I hope that you all can forgive me.
So, enough rambles from me. Don't wanna be a brag now. ;) On with the chapter! Enjoy!
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Warning: Mature themes and discussions.
Chapter 12: Mending the Relationship
The Doctor bounced up the controls of the TARDIS and sent them off immediately, wanting to hurry onto the next adventure.
"So, where to next?" he asked brightly, beaming at Wanda. His smiled dropped somewhat as he saw the very agitated Time Lady, seeing how she hand her hands on her hips, tapping her foot rapidly on the grated floor and her left eye twitching. He gulped quietly. "Um . . . Did you want to get ice cream instead?" Wanda huffed and stormed right up to him, giving him a sharp punch in the arm.
"You scared the living daylights out of me!" she yelled at him. He pouted and rubbed at his arm.
"Well, didn't intend on that," he mumbled. Wanda scoffed, placing her hands on her hips once more and tapped her foot rapidly and angrily on the floor as she glared crossly at him.
"'Didn't intend on that'? Or really?" she sassed. "How about the fact that you had practically thrown yourself at that Plasmavore, letting her kill you in the process. I had to revive you because you had died. And you just act like it's no big deal, asking me if I want ice cream!" She grumbled darkly under her breath as she paced around and waved her hands about as she spoke. The Doctor watched her, listening to her ramble at a rapid pace. Only briefly did he hear words like 'idiot,' 'stupid Time Lord,' and 'rude and not ginger.'
"Look, it was the only thing we could do," the Doctor argued. "Besides, you've done worse in the past, and I'm sure in the future as well."
"Yeah, and you'd have every right to be cross with me, too! 'Cause it would mean that I'm a bloody moron and deserve to be scolded!" Wanda stomped her foot, looking at him crossly. But at the same time, the Doctor could see how torn up she really was by what had occurred in the hospital. "You gave me a damn heart attack with that stunt you pulled."
The Doctor frowned and tapped his fingers on the console, feeling a little irked that she would be so angry with him. It was like the day the Reapers had killed him all over again when Second Wanda had been cross with him. "Well . . . it wasn't like you were the one who died there."
"Don't remind me!" Wanda made a noise of frustration and threw her hands in the air. "And if I had been the one to die, you'd be yelling at me right about now. Yet I can't be a little bit cross with you? I mean, yes, you had to do it. Yes, it was the only way to stop the Plasmavore and the Judoon. Yes, it saved the humans. Yes, you're alive and perfectly fine now. But bloody hell, I'm still very, very cross with you right now! It's going to take a lot of custard creams to calm me down and make me happy. Yes, I like custard creams, because it's the only bloody treat that this damn tongue of mine actually likes. And you expect me not to be angry with you because—no wait, why the hell are you laughing?!"
The Doctor had thrown back his head, laughing heartedly as he watched her fume. Her face all red and her eye twitching, the way she threw her hands around, it just made him find her all the more loveable. Especially since he understood completely how she felt about the scare she had gone through in almost losing him, and knowing that it was still some of her temper left over in being furious with Miss Finnegan. He gave her an understanding, yet still cheeky, grin. "Because of how adorable you look."
"Adorable?! I am not adorable!" She stomped her foot, looking even more adorable with her pout. Wanda huffed when the Doctor laughed even more. She suddenly smirked in a coy manner as she thought of a way to get back at him. Plus, to get him to go back for Martha like they should be doing at the moment.
The Doctor continued chuckling for a moment longer before he abruptly stopped when someone pushed him back into the captain's chair. He blinked in shock as he saw Wanda grinning slyly at him, sitting right in his lap. His lower body felt pressure as the Time Lady suddenly straddled him, pushing herself right up against him with her arms draped across his shoulders. He gulped, feeling his hearts sped up rapidly as she leaned closer to him, barely ghosting her lips over his.
"You know, I think you should do something to make it up to me," she whispered coyly. She absently ran her fingers through his hair, smirking as she saw a red tint form on his face. She knew she was probably pushing her luck since this was a younger Doctor who was still not fully into their relationship together. And truthfully, she was not completely cross or angry with him. However, she really wanted to tease him and to get him not to make such brash decisions in the future.
The Doctor swallowed heavily, trying to hold himself back as his fingers itched to grabbed her hips and hold her forcefully to him. Wanting nothing more than to kiss her breathlessly, wiping any traces of the lips of Martha Jones from hers. The very same desire he had while they had been running to stop Miss Finnegan. He had almost thrown the Time Lady up against the wall in a snog when she playfully teased him about Martha stealing her away. But at the time, he managed to keep his mind focused and under control. Now, however . . .
"So, what do you say, Spaceman?" Wanda asked him huskily. "Want to make it up to me?" She pecked his lips just so, teasing him with the feathery touch, grinning as she felt him lean forward to follow her when she pulled away. The Doctor blinked hazily as his mind seemed to go on the fritz. All he could think about was her and him doing something very passionately that might just be what she was after to begin with. His fingers twitched as he reached up to grab her hips keenly. He pushed her down onto him, groaning when feeling her hips roll against his lap in a sensual manner.
"What—what do you have in mind, exactly?" he questioned breathlessly, his voice sounding almost high pitched as she leaned forward and kissed his neck lovingly. He felt shocked as she abruptly pulled away with a beaming smile, suddenly changing from an enticing mood to a child-like, excited one.
"Let's bring Martha along with us!" she exclaimed brightly. She bounced up from his lap, going over to the console to begin sending them back.
The Doctor blinked, in a stupor on the chair from the rapid change in moods from the Time Lady. "Y-yeah, sure, sounds—no, wait a minute, what?" He snapped himself out of his daze, staring at Wanda in shock. He hurriedly jumped up from the chair, grabbing Wanda's hand to stop her from sending the TARDIS back to where they had come from. "What do you mean bring Martha along?"
"Well, she is our future companion, silly." Wanda quickly flipped a lever, making the TARDIS rock in flight. "You didn't think we could just leave her behind like that, did you?"
"She isn't—now wait a minute, I thought she was just a companion for the day. Not for our future."
Wanda rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, come on. You were so putting her through the 'companion test' to see if she would be ready for time and space. And I'd say she passed with flying colours, don't you?"
The Doctor rubbed a hand absently through his hair, thinking about the medical student in question. "Yeah, she was brilliant. But—but that doesn't mean I want her on board with us." He pulled a lever, halting the TARIDS's progress in materializing back in London. "Look, she's great and all, but . . . I'd rather it just be us for now on. No more companions. Especially after Rose." He leaned against the console in a slump and placed his hands in his pockets, staring solemnly at the ceiling.
Silence lay between them for a moment as Wanda stared with remorse at him. She slowly walked up closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey. I know how hard it is in moving on from a lost companion. Especially from Rose."
"No, you don't. You haven't been there yet." The Doctor tightened his hands within his pockets, feeling painful memories of that day. Especially in remembering just how torn up future Wanda had been when losing Rose.
"No, you're right about that. Though, I do know what will happen . . . and no matter how much it pains me, I also know that there is nothing I can do to stop it less I wish to ruin her future." Wanda paused, trying to think of the right words. "But . . . I don't think Rose would want us to remain alone. She would want us to have someone like her here for us. A friend, who can help guide us just as much as Rose has."
The Doctor gave a sullen expression. "She's not Rose."
"Of course she isn't Rose. She's Martha Jones. Completely different name and person." Wanda bumped her hip lightly against him, giving him a cheery smile.
The Doctor was not amused, frowning at her while shaking his head. "You know what I meant. She's not going to replace Rose."
The Time Lady patted his arm softly. "Of course she isn't. No one can replace Rose. Just as no one can replace Sarah-Jane, or Steven, or Jamie, or Tegan, or Ace, or any other companion of your travels. Each one holds their own special and unique place in your life. Each one, a shining star in their own way." Pausing to smile fondly in thought, Wanda stared up at the TARDIS ceiling. "But just because no one can replace them, does not mean a new one can't step forward to help you move onto the next adventure. For each one holds an important role in the travelling life of the madman with a box." She turned her gaze back to him, smiling brightly all the while.
The Doctor blinked in bewilderment. "Who's the madman with a box?"
Wanda rolled her eyes playfully. "You, idiot."
Scoffing under his breath, the Doctor shook his head. "I am not a madman with a box."
"You so are." She giggled as she bumped her hip into him once more.
He hummed as he pretended to think this over, then grinned in agreement. "Well . . . maybe. Just a little." They both chuckled brightly at this.
Wanda sighed after a moment, smiling softly at the Doctor as he stared in uncertainty to the thought of a new companion. "Donna's right. You need someone in your life. We both do. Someone there . . . to help remind us to be human when we need to be. And Martha Jones is the perfect doctor for that."
"Why her?"
Wanda paused in thought. "Well, she's brilliant, level-headed and quick to help, keeps you in line when you need it." The Time Lady's eyes grew sad as she went over certain memories of her past. Or, more accurately, Alice Rivers' past. "And when you really need a friend, she's right there by your side."
The Doctor remained silent for a moment, pondering over her words. He glanced at her, wondering what other reasons she might want a companion around for them. "You had mentioned you were afraid and worried of something. What is it you're concerned about?"
Wanda did not answer him for a few moments. Simply remaining quiet as a regretful expression formed on her face. "I'm afraid that . . . I'm going to lose the human side of me. That I'll lose who I was from my world after so long in dealing with aliens and death and destruction and everything else we have to go through on a daily basis. I know I have changed since being First Wanda. I'm much different than who I used to be. Which isn't exactly a bad thing, but . . . I still don't want to lose my compassion for others."
Staring at her for a moment, the Doctor thought her words over carefully. "You're afraid you're going to lose your humanity?"
She shrugged slightly, not really meeting his gaze. "Something like that."
"And you think having a companion will help you in keeping it?"
"Sort of, yeah." She shuffled her feet slightly, pinching her thumb behind her back as she felt uncomfortable in discussing this. But she knew it was something she needed to tell the Doctor, to get him to understand on how she felt on certain things about herself. "I mean, it's not that I want them around just for that. I love them all and will always want them there with me for they are my family. But . . .," sighing, she shifted on her feet and stared up at the Doctor in an anxious manner, ". . . I'm worried what I'll become if I don't have someone there to guide me."
"I'm here for you," the Doctor countered, frowning in confusion as to why she did not count on him for something such as that. Wanda smiled kindly, nodding.
"Yes, you are. But . . . I think it's more than that. I think I need sort of the constant human companionship around me to set an example and remind me to whom I was," she replied. She twisted her thumb around even more as she thought over certain events to which her actions frightened her. "I . . . I frighten myself sometimes. I know that there's something inside of me . . . something wrong with me. I feel it acting up every once and a while . . . ready to hurt people. And then recently . . . I'd said some things to this awful woman, told her some things that . . . made me question myself afterwards. I mean, she had just made me so angry and enraged with what terrible and dreadful things she had committed against my family and you, and when I was left alone with her . . . I almost couldn't hold myself back from . . ." She sucked in a deep breath, shivering in dread as she remembered what exactly she had wanted to do to Kovarian.
The Doctor pulled a hand out of one of his pockets, gently rubbing her shoulder. Wanda smiled at him in gratitude, seeming to try and keep herself cheery and not let herself get into a guilt-ridden funk as Second Wanda used to do. "I just . . . want my family there with me, to sort of keep myself in check and make sure that I won't hurt anyone."
"You would never hurt anyone," the Doctor said firmly, rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder. Wanda hummed, staring at the hand on her. The hand that had been injured from the battle at Canary Wharf.
"Maybe not on purpose," she said quietly. Sighing, she looked at him and smiled brightly, trying to make certain not to be a hindrance and cause even more emotional turmoil for anyone. "Enough of me worrying over nothing. So, what do you say? Wanna go pick up Martha?" She beamed eagerly, giving the Doctor a cute beseeching expression with her hands clasped together like a child. The Doctor rubbed a hand through his hair as he let out a puff of air. There was no way now that he could 'no' to that expression, and, really, he had found that he had never been able to say 'no' to his Wanderer to begin with. And what she had said . . . in many ways . . . it was what he thought of himself, too. He needed compassion around, that humanity . . . to keep him on track of being a Doctor.
Holding a sad smile very briefly, he stared off to nothing, contemplating his own thoughts on his losing side of companionship. Maybe Donna was right. Maybe . . . they both needed someone there. They needed that ever growing family to keep both Time Lords on track and in balance. Glancing at Wanda again, the Doctor stare into her emerald eyes, seeing the loss of innocence there. What Queen Victoria had said long ago towards him, what the Queen had said to those young hazel eyes of First Wanda so long ago . . . those words from the Queen rang through him sharply now. Making him realize just how right the elderly woman had been back then. He looked away from current Wanda once more, rubbing a hand tiredly through his hair as images of First Wanda, innocent in her youth, went through his mind. The images help grounded him in his decision.
"Oh, all right. But only for one trip," he finally said as he flipped a lever on the console, sending the TARDIS off once again. Wanda beamed, happy that he had finally agreed. Yes, he had said only 'one' trip, but she knew in the end this would change.
"Great! Let's go!" she exclaimed excitedly. She bounced down to the door, ready to run out as soon as they landed.
"Hang on, don't you think we should get some shoes on first?" the Doctor spoke up, laughing lightly at her over excitement. He pointed down to his feet when she turned back around to face him, wiggling his toes to show that they were both still barefoot.
Wanda pouted cutely. "Aw, do I have to?"
Rolling his eyes slightly, the Doctor shook his head in amusement. "Shoes first. Then we can get Martha."
"Fine." Wanda gave a pretend sigh of exasperation, but giggled all the same afterwards.
Once they both had a new pair of shoes on, the Doctor managed to get them back to London during the night of where Martha would be intending a party. The TARDIS's time rotor halted, indicating that they had arrived. The Doctor held up a finger for Wanda to wait a moment as he jogged down the corridor. A moment later, he bounded back into the room with a brand-new sonic screwdriver in hand, flipping it around in excited delight.
"Ha! Molto bene!" he exclaimed happily as Wanda giggled in delight at his joy. Each Time Lord placed back on their overcoats and bounced outside the TARDIS hand-in-hand. The night air of the city surrounded them as they walked down the alleyway. Wanda breathed in deeply, smiling as she enjoyed the once familiar night air and the sounds of the city. A few election posters for Saxon were even hanging on the brick walls. The very same posters that she had seen so long ago as her First self.
She smiled in remembrance and nostalgia, finding it odd on how things were starting to come full circle for her and the Doctor. She wondered if one day, perhaps some very long ways for her now, but still, one day she might just stop her leaping through time and finally manage to settle down with the Doctor permanently. Hmm. Funny. She could not even imagine it. It had become so normal for her to transport randomly through time and space that thinking on not doing such seemed bizarre to her. Though either jumping through time, or living normally through her life, as long as she was with her Theta and time travelling family she knew she was at peace and at home. She was happy. Wanda smiled fondly, lacing her fingers with the Doctor's as they came to the end of the alleyway.
They heard loud music coming from a Traven. A birthday banner and balloons could be seen hanging underneath the Traven's sign. A clear showing of a celebration going on within. However, not everyone seemed joyous in this celebration. The Time Lords watched as Martha's parents argued loudly in the street, seeming to be in an argument over the father bringing his lover to the party. As well as some other things that were said as the lover of Martha's father made fun of the young trainee doctor for her story of going to the Moon. Then Trish and Leo, Martha's siblings, join the argument. Only Martha seemed withdrawn and disgruntled from the family's spat.
"Hmm. I think someone could use a holiday away from the family," Wanda muttered. The Doctor agreed with a nod. They watched as the family stormed in different directions down the street, leaving Martha all alone on the sidewalk outside the Market Traven. The girl sighed heavily, seeming unable to think of what to do next as she held her red jacket tightly in her hand. Then her eyes lit up as she spotted the Time Lords down by the alleyway entrance. Each smiled lightly, going around the corner of the way and heading back to the TARDIS. Both knowing the girl would follow.
Sure enough, as they stood waiting by the TARDIS, Martha came around the corner of the alleyway and smiled brightly at the sight of them. She even gave them a fond smile of sorts as they both leaned against the ship's doors, grinning slyly at her.
"I went to the Moon today," she said to them, as though she were still trying to wrap her mind around the events that had taken place that morning.
"A bit more peaceful than down here," the Doctor joked. Though he was being sincere in understanding what turmoil the girl must be going through with such a dysfunctional family.
"Quieter, too, I'd say," Wanda added, chuckling lightly under her breath. Martha walked closer to the two.
"You two never even told me who you are," she said to them, seeming ready and willing for some real answers for once.
"The Doctor," answered the Time Lord.
"And the Wanderer," replied the Time Lady. Both gave wiry grins. Martha shook her head slightly in amusement to their strange names, but knew that they were not lying to her.
"But what sort of species? It's not every day I get to ask that," she questioned, finding herself dying to know all the answers to the buzzing questions building up inside her. There was so much she wanted to know about them. So much she wanted to explore and understand in the growing new universe that was beginning to expand for Earth.
"We're Time Lords," the Doctor answered. "But if you want to go by gender and get all technical, I'm a Time Lord and Wanda is a Time Lady." Martha laughed slightly.
"Right! Not pompous at all, then," she said sarcastically. Both Time Lords smirked, agreeing lightly with the girl.
"I just thought, since you helped us out today and I've got a brand-new sonic screwdriver which needs road-testing, you might fancy a trip," the Doctor said casually to the girl. Martha smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned on one leg and raised a brow at him.
"In other words, she made you come back for me," Martha replied, indicating her head to a chuckling Wanda. The Doctor scoffed, rolling his eyes as he thought of Rose giving similar remarks in the past. It was two females against him all over again. Martha snickered under her breath before looking curiously at them. "So, is this trip into space?"
"Well," the Doctor replied as if that would be obvious. Martha shook her head in disappointment.
"I can't. I've got exams," she told them. "I've got things to do. I've got to go into first thing and pay the rent. I've got my family going mad."
"We don't just travel through space. We travel through time, as well," Wanda said, giving the girl a bright smile.
"If that helps," the Doctor added in. Martha rolled her eyes. Right, okay. Being aliens and travelling through space was one thing, but time travel? They had to be joshing her.
"Get out of here," she scoffed.
"We can," the Doctor remarked easily.
"Come on, now, that is going too far," Martha said sternly, not liking that they were trying to have a laugh with her. As each Time Lord glanced at each other, the Doctor shrugged as Wanda gave a raised brow. Martha watched them curiously as they seemed to communicate silently. She wondered if Time Lords sort of had their own language, or if that was just something the couple did themselves.
"Fine, then we'll prove it," the Doctor finally said as they turned their attention back to the girl. With a grin, the two turned around and walked right back into the TARDIS. The door closed behind them, and the Doctor immediately sent them off. "So . . . about a few minutes in the morning? Say . . . during the time Martha was heading for work?"
"Sounds good to me," Wanda said brightly. She held onto the railing as the ship rocked and settle for a landing. They hurriedly bounced back out the door, squinting as the bright mid-morning sunlight hit their eyes. The Doctor grabbed Wanda's hand and quickly steered her through the masses of people on the busy sidewalks of the city. Within the throngs of people, they spotted her. Martha was talking on her mobile, smiling and scoffing to whoever was babbling on the other line. The Doctor let go of Wanda's hand, briskly stepping into Martha's path as she hung up her mobile.
"Like so," the Doctor said smugly to the girl. He easily took of his tie, holding up for the bewildered medical student to see. "You see?" He smiled coolly as he walked around her and marched on. Martha blinked at his direction in confusion as Wanda then walked up to her, gaining the companion's attention.
"Having a brilliant day, girlie," Wanda said kindly, giving a baffled Martha a friendly kiss on the cheek. The blonde girl beamed excitedly. "And remember, you're a star, my dear." With that said and done, Wanda bounced down the sidewalk brightly as Martha stood blinking behind her.
Wanda caught up with the Doctor and entwined their fingers together happily as they strolled back to the TARDIS. Once back down the street and going into their ship, the Doctor sent them right back to where they had left Martha, right back to the same night and alleyway as before. They saw how Martha had backed up in startled awe against a nearby barrel as they stepped out into the night when the ship had materialized again. The Doctor waved his tie lightly at her then placed it back on as the girl's jaw dropped.
"Told you," he said offhandedly. Martha shook her head in disbelief.
"No, but . . . that was this morning," she said in awe, completely astonished. "But—did you? Oh, my god. You can travel in time!" She frowned after a sudden thought. "But hold on—if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go in to work?"
"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden," the Doctor said firmly.
"That, and it would have had everyone on the hospital, including us, dead without you there," Wanda explained. "You know. The little consequences of time travel and such." Martha shook her head, just smiling in delight.
"And that's your spaceship?" she questioned them.
"It's called the TARDIS—," the Doctor began to answer.
"—Time And Relative Dimension In Space," Wanda finished proudly as the girl walked up to run her hand on the side of the blue box. Martha frowned as she felt the wooden grains underneath her hands.
"Your spaceship's made of wood," she spoke up, sounding disappointed and unimpressed. She gazed at the blue box's small frame as well. "There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate." The Doctor pushed the door of the TARDIS open for the girl to see the inside of the ship. The girl stepped into the ship for a second, before stepping back out with wide eyes of awestruck as she hurriedly examined the outside of the ship. The Doctor and Wanda waited inside the doorway of the ship while the girl got over the initial shock of the 'bigger on the inside' ship. As soon as Martha walked back into the ship, the Doctor closed the door behind her and bounded up to the console as he threw his overcoat onto a nearby collar pillar.
"All right, then, let's get going," the Doctor said briskly as he prepared the TARDIS to take them off.
"Um . . . Doctor, we might need to explain one more thing to Martha before we do anything else," Wanda spoke up, gaining the other two's attention. The Doctor looked at the Time Lady in great disappointment while Martha only stared in shock as the white light began to form around the blonde girl. Wanda smiled in apology as her vision began to fill up with the white light, making it to where she could barely see the two within the control room. "Break it to her slowly, will you? Oh, and Martha, don't let him pick on you too much. He can be awfully rude at times."
With a small flash of light, Wanda was gone. Martha thought she had seen it all today. Ship bigger on the inside included. But now . . . she was starting to think she had only seen the beginning of it. Slowly turning back around to the Doctor, she saw how he stood closer to the doors with her, having his hands in his pockets as he stared sadly at the spot where his lover had been.
"Did—did she just . . . ," Martha stuttered, trying to get an explanation as to where the blonde had gone off to.
"Yeah, she does that," the Doctor mumbled offhandedly with a shrug. He straightened up, giving the girl a stern gaze. "So, before I explain on what just happened, we're going to need to set a few ground rules when it comes to Wanda." Martha raised a brow at him.
"Let me guess, rule number one is no kissing, right?" she joked, snickering with great amusement as she saw his brow twitch in irritation.
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The Doctor slowly walked up the hill, letting the cold rain drizzle upon him and soak his clothes. The entire time he kept his head down in shame, feeling overwhelming emotions course through him. Emotions that were still a mixture of John's as he trudged through the mud, grass ends sticking to his trainers. He huffed out a breath, watching the wisps of fog whip around into the chilly air of autumn. Silence rang loudly around him as he slowly came to a halt, keeping his eyes fixed on the messy ground. Cold rain slowly leaking down his face, matching the chilled pit he felt deep inside of him. The rain ran down his cheeks acting as unshed tears to which he kept locked away. The old trees beside him creaked in the light wind, quietly breaking the silence for him as they seemed to moan in pain. A pain that he felt matched his aching hearts. Raising his eyes up, he felt dread in having to face the Time Lady who waited for him on the hilltop by the TARDIS.
His hearts dropped when seeing only Martha standing by the ship. No Wanda with short raven hair, wearing Alice River's dress, in sight. He had wanted Second Wanda there with him . . . wanted to talk with her, and possibly try to mend what happened to her. But at the same time, he felt relieved that she had wandered off again. Having to face her, after everything he had done to her . . . he did not think he could handle it at the moment. He will admit it now; he was being a coward in wishing to hide away and simply allow himself to wallow in self-loathing, self-detestation, and self-disgust. That, and . . . he hated the fact that no matter how much he tried shaking this feeling off, he still held John's emotions for Joan. Something which the Doctor himself never wished to feel, especially when he already had someone dear within his life. Someone who he cared more for than some other simple human woman.
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked back at the Cartwright cottage that stood lonely in the distance. He had been in there only moments ago talking with Joan, trying to give the woman a proper goodbye. He felt bad for what she had been through as well. He never wanted her to go through such pain, either. But in her being there, John fell in love with her instead of who he was meant to be with, which led to him breaking Alice and his Wanderer's hearts. And the Doctor would never forgive John or himself for that. The Doctor gritted his teeth together harshly as he turned his head back around and continued on up the hill. Refusing to look back for even a second longer as he only wished to hurry up and leave this forsaken place.
As he came closer to the TARDIS and Martha, he saw how the companion slowly crossed her arms and gave him a hard gaze. Her expression clearly showing the anger and ire she held for him at the moment. She looked ready to snap at him as he stopped a few feet in front of her, but the girl seemed to hold herself back as she stared him down.
"So, how was she?" she asked coolly.
"Fine. Fine," the Doctor mumbled, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets as he felt uneasy with the burning gaze Martha was sending him. She eyed him evenly for a moment, seeming to check for something.
"Did you ask her to come with us?" she asked in a hard tone. At the Doctor's hesitant response, Martha's hands tightened slightly as she narrowed her eyes. "You did, didn't you?"
"I just felt bad for her," the Doctor muttered under his breath. He had not meant to ask Joan to come along on their travels. It just sort of slipped out when he saw she was about to cry during their talk. A bit of John within him still wanted so desperately to have her there with him. But as soon as he had asked her, he regretted it immediately. And he knew this regret and the apprehension he felt must have shown for Joan simply refused with a strict tone. She had even said in a scolding manner, 'That's not even remotely fair. Neither to me nor your own lover. What would you even see me as when you already have someone in your life?' In the end, he did not say anything more. He simply nodded, and stayed only to hear the rest of what she had to say to him before leaving.
The Doctor's head whipped to the side as Martha slapped him hard across the face. He did not react. Instead, he remained standing there solemnly as Martha glared at him and jabbed a finger in his direction.
"That's for inviting her along, and for everything else you've done," she barked at him. She then promptly huffed and stormed into the TARDIS, slamming the door behind her. The Doctor stood there in silence once more, only hearing the the sound of pitter-patter of the rain around him. He let out a long and weary breath, knowing this might not be the last time he be slapped for the mistakes he made on this day.
His ears perked up slightly as he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Dread went through him once more as he was afraid it might be Joan coming to him, perhaps having changed her mind about travelling with the group. How should he let her down gently in telling her she must remain behind? But he felt relief when turning around to only see Tim Latimer standing there cautiously, as if not sure whether he should be talking with the Time Lord.
"Tim Timothy Tim! What can I do for you?" the Doctor said lightly, plastering a smile on his face so the boy would not suspect anything wrong. Or at least, not anything more wrong than what has already happened to the group.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," Tim replied. He looked over the Doctor's shoulder, as if looking for someone. "Where's Miss Rivers—I mean, um, the Wanderer?"
"You can just call her Wanda. She likes her nickname better," the Doctor stated. He rubbed at his ear as a nervous tick, feeling sorry that Wanda could not be here to give the boy a proper goodbye. "She's gone, though. Wandered away again, I'm afraid."
"Oh," was all Tim said. The Doctor waited patiently as he knew that there was more Tim wished to say. Tim sucked in a small breath. "Well, I also wanted to say thank you, because I've seen the future, and I now know what must be done." The boy stared at him for a moment, seeming uncertain for the future to come. "It's coming, isn't it? The biggest war ever."
"Yeah," the Doctor said quietly, feeling sorry for what him and all other boys of many different nations must do in the coming months. "But, you know, you don't really have to fight. Could always go find someplace safe, if you really wanted to."
"No. I think I have to go. I'm needed there, to help others," Tim responded determinedly. The Doctor smiled proudly at the boy.
"Tim, I'd be honoured if you'd take this," he said to the boy. He pulled out his fob watch from his pocket. He handed it over to the boy, feeling actually rather glad to be rid of it. It caused far too much trouble already. Tim held it in his hand, staring curiously at the old watch.
"I can't hear anything," he wondered aloud.
"No. It's just a watch now," the Doctor explained. "But keep it with you for good luck." Tim thumbed the Gallifreyan engravings on the silver metal, staring absently at the clockwork device in thought.
"Actually, Doctor, could I have Miss . . . could I have Alice's watch instead?" Tim asked him. He glanced up at the Doctor, seeing the reluctant gaze of the Time Lord. He saw how in the other pocket where the Doctor still kept his hand in shifted and seemed to tighten somewhat. As if the man gripped firmly onto something within.
"Sorry. It's wandered off with Wanda," the Doctor stated, sounding firm in his words. Tim gave a slight nod, knowing the man was lying.
"It's all right. I get it. You want to keep a piece of her with you, too," he said quietly. The Doctor did not say anything in response, only continued to stare evenly at the boy. Tim turned to leave, but then faced the Time Lord once more with a resolute expression. "No offence, Doctor, but Alice Rivers was a better person and teacher. She was something much more than John Smith could have ever been. Just as I think the Wanderer is to you."
The Doctor stared at him, remaining solemn. "I know." He gripped the other fob watch with his pocket a little tighter, letting the metal bite into his skin as a reminder of who had truly been lost to them that night. "Goodbye, Tim." He turned and went inside the TARDIS, gladly ready to leave the small village of Farringham behind forever.
As the Doctor was sending the TARDIS through the Time Vortex, a white light flashed in the corner of his eye. He kept his gaze firmly on the time rotor, watching it move up and down with resolve not to turn around and see the new arrival. It felt like the time after their first kiss in the medical bay and her arriving in the scooter room of the TARDIS afterwards. He felt too much unease and pusillanimous to wish to face her again after his actions he had committed against her. Afraid of what she would think of him, say to him.
"Oh! Hey," Third Wanda said brightly behind him. Wanda waved, beaming away as she was happy to be with another Ten. Man, it really did seem like she was stuck with Ten quite often now. She wondered when she would get back to Eleven again. Not that she did not mind being with Ten, or anything. But she just really wanted to be with a Doctor who did not mind kissing her, or cuddling with her, or mind when she hugged him frequently, or would happily admit to them being married, or—no wait, she was getting sidetracked again. She needed to focus on the current Doctor for it seemed like something was wrong. Shaking her head lightly to make herself focus, she walked up beside the Doctor curiously.
"Hey, is everything all right? You seem tense," she commented as she jumped up to sit on the edge of the console beside him. Watching the way, he stood there by the console, she noticed how stiff the Doctor's posture was. Only robotically moving his hands around as if to occupy his attention and not even give her a second glance. It was as if he refused to even acknowledge her there.
"Nothing. I'm fine," he said rigidly. He kept his hands busy, hoping to distract himself in becoming overcome with emotions while she was there with him. Damn these human hormones. They will still be giving him trouble for quite some time before his body could get rid of the lingering human biological chemicals.
"Uh-huh. If you're fine, then I'm a monkey's uncle," Wanda replied, rolling her eyes at the completely obvious lie. She frowned for a moment. "No wait—is that the saying? 'Monkey's uncle'? Did I get that right? And better yet why is there a monkey and why would I be the uncle?" She shook her head rapidly, trying to get her mind back to the discussion at hand. "Anyway, so, what's really wrong, then?"
"Once again—nothing's wrong," the Doctor stated. One of his hands gripped a knob on the console tightly, swallowing heavily as he was not sure what he was feeling at the moment. So many emotions ran through him. Anger, sadness, resentment, anguish, and so many others that he simply wanted to break down into nothingness from how overwhelmed he felt. It almost felt like being his Ninth self right after the Time War all over again.
Wanda stared at him cautiously, feeling nervous as to why he was acting in such a way. Had something happened? Had she done something wrong? She frowned, trying to think of what point in time this might be for him. What lay in his hand caught her eye. She glanced down, seeing the fob watch within the Doctor's tight grasp. He held it tautly, thumbing the metal vaguely as if wishing for someone to appear from it and comfort him in some way. Or perhaps, even for someone to tell him what to do with himself. At any case, she knew instantly what point in time she had arrived to and what had happened to him.
"Oh. Oh, Theta," she whispered softly. She instantly jumped down from the console and gave him a strong hug. He continued to face towards the controls, so she ended up hugging him from behind. But all the same, she wrapped her arms around him to comfort, gently rubbing his arms soothingly. She felt him begin to tremble under her touch, almost as if he were ready to cry. Closing her eyes tightly, she knew how much he would be fighting the urge to give into his sadness. The Doctor never liked people to see him cry, no matter which incarnation he was. So whenever he did finally give into his emotions, to start breaking down, then she knew it was bad. And this day was very bad.
"Hey, it's okay," she said soothingly as he started to shake in her arms. She hushed him gently, hoping to ease him before any tears were shed. She would give anything to ease his pain. Just as he had always helped mend her own past heartaches. Gently and slowly, she pulled his clenching hands around from the controls and turned him around to face her. She cupped the side of his face, seeing the storm brewing inside his brown irises.
The Doctor sucked in a shaking breath, surprised to feel wetness where Wanda wiped at his cheeks. Funny . . . he did know when he started to cry. And still, he remained rigid and refused to give into his urges to hold her close to him. At the moment, he was not sure whether he wanted the comfort or not. Then again, as if he truly deserved to be comforted.
"Come on," Wanda said quietly. She reached down, grabbing the Doctor's limp hand firmly, and steered him towards the corridor from the control room. She saw the look on his face and the turmoil within his eyes. He was beginning to place the blame on himself, to feel self-hatred. She knew she had to quickly get his spirits back up, to ease his worries and aching hearts before he went into a depressive state that would eventually lead him to hide away from the universe has he once done in the past. Just like he used to do as his Ninth self. In the same way he had helped her after being Alice and so many other times of her own guilt, she would do the same for him.
Leading him down the way, she stopped in front of a very comforting and familiar wooden door. Smiling lightly, she pushed the door open and walked into her room. Well, really, it was their room, but she was not sure if by this point the Doctor counted it as their room or not. Or maybe he already did? Shaking her head lightly, she made herself focus on the task at hand. Grabbing ahold of him by the arms, she turned him around to have his back facing the bed. Then, she began to help his overcoat off of him.
The Doctor blinked, unsure of what exactly she was doing. He stood there silently, wondering why she felt the need to help him slip off his coat. He watched as she tossed it aside, then began to unbutton his suit jacket as well. He swallowed, feeling his hearts sped up as she flung this clothing item next to his coat and began to loosen his tie. She slapped his hands away when he tried to stop her hands, confused by what exactly she was planning on doing. With the tie gone, she pushed him back to sit on the edge of their bed, making the lilac covers ruffle under his weight. Wanda then got down on her knees, pulling up each foot and took off his chucks. Socks included.
Smiling proudly, she then pulled off her own overcoat and shoes, throwing them over to land in a nearby chair next to sofa where the Doctor's items had been tossed to. She then hopped on the bed and pulled the Doctor up with her towards the pillows. Pushing him back to lay down, she pulled the cover up around them both and snuggled right down into the bed.
"Oops, I forgot. Um, can you turn the lights off for us please, Sexy?" Wanda called out to the TARDIS. There was a hum in response, then the lights were clicked off in the room. The stars then appeared overhead, giving them a comforting and gentle atmosphere of twinkling lights. Wanda smiled happily. "Thanks!" Another gentle hum was given, indicating that the TARDIS was happy to help. Wanda snuggled up under the blankets and next to the Doctor, giving a happy clap. "Okay, so, who's going first?"
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, completely unsure of what exactly she was up to. Was she seriously suggesting a game of star gazing at a time like this? Did she not realize what he had recently done to her? Why was she not screaming and hating him for what he had done, for what he knew he deserved to be punished with?
"Oh! I see a Ferris Wheel of cotton candy," Wanda pointed out to the star shape that she saw. She giggled and grinned at the Doctor, hoping that maybe having a game of star gazing might help ease them both into a conversation on what happened. She knew how much the game relaxed the Doctor, helping him ease off some of his worries and anxieties. But seeing how he simply stared at her in sorrow and dejection, her grin and delighted expression slipped. "Sorry, is that not funny? I realize now that it probably isn't the best one I've ever spotted. I'm just really in the mood for sweets at the moment, so cotton candy just popped into my mind."
She laughed in embarrassment, lightly tugging on her hair as she blushed. Maybe playing a game was not the best thing for them right now. She thought perhaps a light game might ease them into discussing how they felt and such other topics. Should she think of another way to bring the Doctor joy?
"Why?" he suddenly asked her. Wanda blinked, feeling confused as to what he meant.
"Um . . . I just really have a sweet tooth," Wanda replied casually.
"No, I mean . . . why aren't you angry with me?" the Doctor clarified. "You should be screaming at me in a rage after everything I've done to you. After me . . . falling in love with another and . . . hurting you so much."
Wanda rolled over on her side to face the Doctor better. "Well, for one, you've got to remember it's been a very long time for me since this point in time. So, I've had quite a while to get over it. Two: even right after I was never angry with you, I understand that you were human . . . that John was human, and as we both know humans tend to do stupid things. Three: it wasn't John's fault for loving another, not that it was exactly a bad thing in the first place. You can't help who you love. Four: I'm not much one to shout. No wait, I guess I am in this current incarnation but only if you really deserve it. Well, then again . . . Nope, nope. Sorry, lost my train of thought. Um . . ." She frowned, hating how much her mind jumped around and away from the comforting words she wished to give him.
She shook her head in frustration. "Then, five: I love you, so that's that, I'm not going to automatically hate you and not want to just jump the gun and start screaming without us talking things through first. If you want me to scream later, sure. But for now, let's chat."
The Doctor stared at her for moment, stunned by how rapidly she went through her words. It had been so long since he had been with Third Wanda that he had forgotten how swiftly she went through her thoughts and words. Though, he was also stunned by how forgiving of him she truly seemed to be. Then again, she did say it had been a long while since this current point in time for her.
"How can you forgive me, just like that?" the Doctor asked her quietly.
"'Cause I love you," Wanda replied resolutely, giving him a bright grin. He turned his head away, staring at the stars sadly as his mind ran through the events from Farringham.
"It should have been Alice," he said suddenly. Wanda glanced quickly over to him in surprise, seeing how sadly and distantly he stared at the stars on the ceiling. The way he held his hands clasped together over his stomach in such a desolate way, it made her greatly worried for him.
"What?" she questioned him carefully.
The Doctor's hands threaded together tightened as he continued to watch the twinkling stars. "It should have been Alice who John loved. Not Joan."
Wanda sat up somewhat on the bed, leaning slightly over him with a disproving frown. "Now, don't say that. John loved Joan, and Joan deserved John's love. Don't say what they had had been unimportant." She grasped his clasped hands gently, but he pulled out of her comforting hold.
"It still should have been Alice. And John was an idiot for not realizing it." The Doctor sat up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. He stared at Wanda, watching how she sat up as well. Reaching a hand forward, he tucked a stray strand of ash-blonde hair behind her ear, then gently stroked her cheek. "It should have been Alice."
"But it wasn't." Wanda gripped the hand on her cheek firmly. "John didn't love Alice, he loved Joan. And there was nothing that could have been done to change it. There was nothing that either Alice or I wanted to change. John was happy. So, we both were as well, even if it did hurt us in the end."
"But I wasn't happy." He cupped her face with both hands now. Two shaking hands as he stared at her in remorse. "I wanted so badly to be with you. It hurt so much watching John fall in love with that human. And knowing, seeing, how much it broke your hearts . . . how much it broke Alice's heart . . . it broke mine as well. I just . . . I couldn't stand it." He let out a small, heartbroken sound, leaning his forehead against Wanda's as tears started to leak down his face.
"Oh, Theta." She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to comfort as he let out a shaking breath.
"Damn human hormones." He shook his head, trying to rid himself of this overwhelmed feeling. "Seems like John doesn't want to go away just yet."
Wanda rubbed his shoulders soothingly. "I know how it feels. I was a mess right after being Alice, too. And really, it's okay to cry."
The Doctor rubbed at her back, letting her know how much he appreciated her words and her comfort. "You know, it's strange. I know I only wanted to be with you. But in some bizarre way, so did John."
Wanda shook her head. "John loved Joan and not Alice. You and I both know this. He didn't want anything to do with Alice other than possibly be friends."
"No, I didn't mean Alice." The Doctor tightened his hold around her, letting his hearts beat rapidly in feeling her so close to him. Something which he had missed so much in the past two months. "John wanted to be with you, Wanderer. He dreamed of you so much, he almost craved to be with you. I even think that you suddenly showed up in his life—this incarnation of you that is—and if he was given the chance, he would have left with you in a heartbeat. Which . . . actually now that I think about it, makes me angry with him."
Wanda pulled away from his hold to stare at him curiously. "Why's that?"
"Because I think he only loved what he dreamt of you, and did not truly love you for who you are. Only for what you are."
Wanda hummed for a second. "Well . . . maybe that was the little part of you within him that still wanted to be with me? Or maybe he was just had a thing for aliens." She chuckled a little at her own bleak joke. But she stopped when seeing the still desolate gaze of the Doctor.
Shaking his head, the Doctor let out a solemn breath. "Why couldn't he have just loved Alice? It really should have been her. She was . . . well, she was you, really. Always there for John, by his side, a helping hand whenever he needed it, someone who loved him unconditionally. He was too much of a bloody idiot not to see what was right in front of him. Blinded by Joan, which I don't even see what exactly he saw in her."
"Oi! Joan was wonderful! Don't you go being rude to her now." Wanda smacked him in the arm, not liking the Doctor constantly wanting to dismiss Joan as someone unimportant.
"But it's true!" The Doctor stood up from the bed, beginning to pace. He rubbed his hands furiously over his face and through his hair. "I mean, how could have John not seen it! Alice was there—she was you—and he completely did not even . . ." He sighed in frustration, slumping back down on the bed. "He didn't even see the real you. He was completely blind and a dimwitted baboon."
"'Dimwitted baboon'?" He grunted next to her, not saying anything more. Wanda let out a small sigh. She leaned against his back from behind and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Resting her cheek against his as that they faced the same way together, she hummed in thought once more. "Hmm . . . I guess, we're blind when it comes to love. And in the end, there is no controlling on who exactly we fall for."
Silence followed this, leaving them both sitting there quietly on the bed as they thought over their conversation. As well as contemplating their current thoughts and emotions for the other. The Doctor slowly reached up, grabbing onto one of her hands that was loosely holding him.
"Why do you love me?" he asked quietly. Wanda frowned, unsure by what he was trying to imply. She then scoffed slightly under her breath.
"Well, that's a silly question," she responded.
"What's so silly about it?" asked the Doctor.
She shrugged lightly. "Because that's like asking why I breathe or blink. I just . . . it's something I can't help but do. I love you because I just do. There's no changing it. There's no stopping it. I will always love you, just like my hearts must always beat to stay alive."
The Time Lord within her arms let out a heavy breath, almost sounding weary. "You shouldn't love me."
Wanda felt his shoulders slump, falling into a dejected demeanour. This only made her frown. "Oh? And why's that?"
"Because you always seem to see me in this . . . brilliant light. That I'm some wonderful man who can do no wrong. But I'm not. I'm not this wonderful man. I've done terrible things, Wanderer. And sometimes I still do. When you're not around . . . I become this terrible man who I hate more than anything. A man who doesn't ever deserve love, or kindness, or even friendship. He deserves nothing more than loneliness."
Sitting there for a moment in the silent room, Wanda slowly moved away from him. She then surprised him by grabbing ahold of his arm, dragging him back more onto the bed. He blinked in shock as he was suddenly laid down on the bed, staring up at Wanda hovering over him with a sincere expression.
"Theta . . . we all have the side of ourselves whom we don't necessarily like. The side of us who we don't wish to be, a side we hide from the world and pretend doesn't exist," she spoke softly as she hovered over him, thumbing so tenderly at the side of his face. "But . . . we all have to except this is a part of who we are. We have to learn to not hate this side of ourselves. To even show this other side guidance into become something more. Then, in the end, we can move on together forward into the future. And besides . . . I love this other side of you just as much as I love you. For I see him as a friend who I must always be there to help him on his feet, brush him off, and walk him in the right direction once more."
He stared at her for a moment, trying to digest these words and how heartfelt Wanda spoke them to him. Reaching up, he caressed the side of her face. "How do you see me, Wanderer?"
She felt confusion for a moment for what exactly he meant by that. Thinking it over carefully, she gathered her words. Some which she knew she had said to others in the past about the Doctor. But now, she knew he needed to hear them from her. "Hmm . . . well . . . it's hard to explain. It's like . . . I see you as this star, which is always changing in colors. Unable to decide in which direction it wants to travel. Unable to choose how it wants the world to see it as. Either to be this brilliant guiding light. Or maybe even be the support to another much larger star. But in the end, you are a star nonetheless, who only wishes to be amongst all the other stars in this vast universe. To be a part of something much grander than any can imagine." She smiled brightly at the end of this, giving him a loving gaze.
A warm smile slowly crept on his face as he thumbed her cheek. "Heh. You know . . . I see the same in you." Entwining his fingers through her hair, he pulled her down and captured her lips.
Wanda made a sound of delight, threading her fingers through his hair as well. The Doctor's hands moved away from her hair, trailing down her back as he pulled her close to him. Their lips smacked lightly as they moved together. Both shivered when they began to invade each other's mouths. The Time Lord bond sparked up greatly, causing their hearts to speed up even more from elation. Gasping, Wanda moved her hands to grip the Doctor's back as he suddenly rolled them over. Not once removing his lips from hers in their heated kiss. His shirt under her hands wrinkled as she gripped it tightly, feeling her desire spike as he pushed himself against her, fitting himself right between her legs. Her mind was becoming a jumbled mess as she felt overwhelmed by what was happening. But to her, in that moment, everything felt . . . perfect. Her whole body was filled with warmth from the love she felt from him. And she could have never asked for a more blissful moment between them.
She has been desiring the Doctor for so long, as she knew he had been as well. Would they finally take their relationship a step further? This was a Doctor who was still not married to her, but . . . what if this was the point in time meant for them? Dear lord, she really wanted it to be at the moment, for she felt on fire in the way he ran his hands down her sides, then way he began to creep his fingers ever so slowly under her tunic. Touching her skin like that . . . she had never done something such as this with the Doctor. Seventy-two years wasted in her opinion. They should have done this ages ago. And she knew, this was only just the beginning for them. She tilted her head back as the Doctor pulled away and began to kiss under her chin and down her neck.
"Joan," he suddenly groaned. Both stiffened greatly with the Doctor's hands freezing in their movement. He abruptly jerked away from her, leaving Wanda laying there and blinking in shock. She sat up, seeing how he stared at her, horrified by what had slipped out of him. "I—I—I . . ." He swiftly turned and went towards the door, feeling ready to run from his mistakes and guilt. Wanda gritted her teeth, storming up from the bed and over to him. She grabbed his arm tightly, yanking him away from the doorway as he began to exit.
"Oh, no, you don't. You're staying right here," she ordered, pushing him back to the bed.
"Wanda, no. This isn't something you can just forgive of me. That was completely wrong of me and—," the Doctor began to argue firmly, wanting nothing more than to leave her and be alone. Just as he knew he should be. To be alone in his regrets. But he halted in his words as Wanda grabbed him by the front of his dress shirt and yanked him in for a hard kiss. She pushed against his chest roughly, making him bounce back onto the bed. He felt surprised as she had her hands on her hips and held a strict expression.
"You think I didn't mess up and call you John after I was Alice?" she retorted. "I did quite often when I was with Eleven, running around, yelling out for John when I was in a panic instead of saying 'Doctor.' But Eleven, future you, would always smile and tell me it was okay, even when I too wanted to go sulk in my guilt for saying that. He knew that it was that fresh bit of Alice still within me that wanted her life back with John. The same goes for you in having John want Joan. So don't go trying to punish yourself just over a little mess up. There's not going to be some clichéd 'let's-hide-in-our-misery-and-not-talk-to-each-other' thing between us. We are going to talk it out and grow up about it."
She huffed and stomped over to her side of the bed, throwing the covers over herself as she snuggled into the bed. She gave him a sharp look, indicating she wanted him to do the same. Slowly and unsurely, he pulled the covers over himself as well, feeling as though he still wanted to go somewhere else at the moment, that he did not deserve to be with her and gain any sort of comfort. Wanda quickly gave him a hard kiss on his forehead and then rolled over.
"We'll talk in the morning after we've both calmed down," she said firmly. "You're upset, I'm upset, and I know Martha is somewhere within the TARDIS just as troubled as we are. Tomorrow, we are all going to sit down and talk, or at least get over this damn incident all together. For now, I'm bloody tired and want to sleep."
"Wanda—," the Doctor tried to protest.
"Sleep!" she barked, tensing up under the covers as she yanked them over herself. He blinked, wondering if maybe the name that had slipped out had affected her more than she would have liked to admit. He even thought he heard her muttering under her breath 'damn Time Lord leaving me frustrated,' or something along those lines. Staring up at the stars on the ceiling, he lay there waiting for her to fall asleep, knowing that as soon as she fell into slumber that he would leave to be off on his own. It was best, for he did not wish to hurt her any more than he already had. He had done enough damage to her.
But at Wanda's next words, his eyes widened in fear. "And I swear if I wake up tomorrow and you're not in this bedroom with me, I'm making you eat every soufflé I bake."
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I hope the more intamate scenes between Wanda and the Doctor were not too much for anyone. I worried that it might be, but I've had a few other authors from this site (some friends of mine) go over it with me and they said that it was fine for rated Teen. For that's about as Mature as I'll ever get with Wanda and the Doctor. But if the majority of you guys believes otherwise, then please don't hesitate to give me a review and tell me how you feel about it. I'll be more than glad to change the rating so that way everyone will be more than comfortable. Sorry, just nervous. It's been so long since I've made a new update that I'm afraid I'm losing my touch and that the story won't be any good. Please, please let me know. I really apperciate every word you lovely readers send me. :)
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