Ahhhh I'm so sorry about not updating in a while. I've been so busy lately, plus writer's block and procrastinating. Hopefully, the schedule will return to normal now. Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Feel free to comment anything down below and stay tuned for next Sunday!

Walls were strangely interesting things. They seem uniform and boring from afar but when one actually, really looked closer, there was so much more. Crevasses, tiny cracks, plants crawling their way inside. Tiny little worlds of their own if you just took the time to look. And right now, Morgan had a lot of time on her hands. But walls had nothing on this. Morgan ran her finger almost against it, marvelling at the transparency of it. It was almost not there as if the water just suddenly stopped. A forcefield, small specks of light and flashes. The only thing between her and the storm above.

Morgan shivered a bit at that thought but then pushed it back to the furthest reaches of her mind. No. She needed to focus. She had never really seen anything like this forcefield when she had watched Doctor Who. Which was odd, but not impossible. She still was keeping that a secret wasn't she? Anyway. She had something to do. A plan. And it might just work. Morgan let her fingers hover over the crackling blue veil, almost touching it. He said it was time-locked right? A timelock technology that also created a sort of forcefield… Maybe they could try to deactivate the timelock part? Would that work? Well, the Doctor had probably already tried but there was no harm in trying again.

"DOCTOR!" Morgan yelled over her shoulder towards where the Doctor was probably situated. No reply. Honestly, did she have to yell again? "DOCTOR!" A grunt or grumble-something- Honestly why would he never ever listen to her. Morgan took a deep breath in "DOCTOR! GET your as-" she stopped abruptly as the Doctor finally came in. He was frowning, and scanning the walls with his screwdriver (honestly, sometimes it seemed that he was just scanning things randomly to impress people) (Oh wait that was what he was doing a lot of the time)(Yeah, Morgan could see through that facade, Doctor)

The Doctor paused in his scanning, "Morgan, you were calling?" he looked up finally to face her. Morgan gave an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, like a million times!" Morgan yelled, balling up her fists in frustration, "Could you not have at least replied, 'oh yes Morgan, I heard you but am annoying so will take a bit of time to come?" Morgan asked incredulously.

"Morgan, I was busy, why are you always complaining so much haven't you have better things to do?" the Doctor complained. Morgan snorted a little at the irony and cleared her throat.

"Actually, no, I don't have anything better to do," Morgan started, "Because we're stuck in a BLOODY CAVE!" Morgan shouted, pulling at her hair aggressively. Oh wow, it seemed the anglicisms had started rubbing off on her. Had she ever actually said 'bloody' before? Or maybe all of those years of obsessing over Doctor Who had paid off. Not yet. She was going to have to tell him eventually, wasn't she? Or he would find out on his own.

"Ok then what do you supposed we do hmm?" the Doctor said, "You're welcome to go jumping into that tsunami if you want," the Doctor offered sarcastically. Morgan huffed at that comment biting her lip to prevent her snapping back at him, digging her heels into the ground.

"Actually, I did have a few ideas," Morgan snapped back, stepping back so that the Doctor could properly inspect the devices, "I was thinking, that maybe we could try separating the timelock part of the devices and then turning that part off-"

"Don't you think I'd have already done that?" the Doctor cried out, a hint of annoyance lacing his words. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but then, I also thought, sometimes the simplest solutions are overlooked by the smartest of people," she concluded while the Doctor just raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Morgan sighed, crossing her arms. Couldn't he at least give it a chance?

"That won't work. Whoever made this changed a time lock device to double as a forcefield," a pause, "You can't deactivate the original directive, it's wired into the heart of it, that would just stop the whole thing from working," the Doctor explained. But still, couldn't they at least try? Why wouldn't he at least give it a chance?

"Can't you at least try?" Morgan cried, dangerously close to begging. She fixed her expression so she wouldn't look as desperate, scowling a little. She couldn't take another stupid 2 and a half months of this.

"Morgan, it won't work, and even if it did, it would turn off the other parts too," he said, "You can't just go waving around a screwdriver and expect everything to be fixed." Morgan snorted at that. Seriously? Did he just- Well, it seemed he had never watched Doctor Who before. Probably because he hadn't. And he didn't even know it existed anyway…

"Says the one who is always waving around his screwdriver, expecting everything to be fixed," Morgan retorted and the Doctor just sighed. He just stormed away while Morgan crossed her arms. "Doctor, where are you going?" Morgan called out, standing on her toes to project her voice.

"I'm going back to what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted!" he shouted back. Morgan frowned, crossing her arms more. God, he could be such a prick sometimes (there they were, those anglicisms coming back again). Morgan signed, leaning against the wall. She relaxed all of her muscles leaning into the cave. God if that stupid wall collapsed right then- Thankfully, the cave wall did not collapse. Morgan traced her finger along the cracks and paused for a second.

There were little, small vines, going along all of the cracks. Morgan reached out tentatively to touch one. Admittedly, this was not one of Morgan's brighter ideas. Oh well. Morgan flinched back right after having touched the slightly prickly vine. Ok, no that was a bit weird. How long even was this vine? (Yes, Morgan had stooped to the level where following random vines was now interesting) Morgan brought her finger up to her face to inspect it. No blood, fine except for the original slight pain and tingle.

Morgan followed the vine carefully, heading deeper into the cave, one of the areas they hadn't yet explored. Definitely not one of her brighter ideas. Morgan was being an idiot, but at this point, there really wasn't much else to do. She'd already gone as far as finishing all of her homework for the weekend, and then some. And binge-watching Merlin. Not to mention having watched Back to the Future way too many times. (Which the Doctor apparently hated, by the way) (Illegal, yes, she knew)

Finally, Morgan ended up in a large cave, which seemed to also be somewhat connected to the kitchen from the abundance of light that she could see. Carefully stepping forward, she kneeled down. The vine seemed to lead here. To this cave. Where there was a giant pit in the back of it. Ok, that was… Not normal? Morgan took a few tentative steps forward. Ok, so this was the point in the horror movie where the character did something stupid and got killed. Morgan was decidedly not going to become the dead horror movie character. Life advice from Morgan: never aspire to be the dead horror movie character and walk into the unknown places and be dumb.

Backing away slowly, Morgan fumbled towards where the kitchen probably was, grasping the walls for support as she tripped. Tripped? Why was she trippin- Morgan froze. One of the vines. There curled around her ankle. Then another and another. What the he- Oh. Oh. Morgan froze momentarily, then started sprinting toward the kitchen. But she was pulled back with unexpected force by the vines as they grew in number and strength.

"DOCTOR!" Morgan called. Nothing, a grumble or two. Why- Why did he choose now of all times to ignore her? Morgan tried calling again, inhaling a large breath, "DOCTOR!" she started breathing heavily. Oh god. She was going to die again, wasn't she? Stupid bored Morgan getting herself into trouble and wandering off. Had she learnt nothing from watching Doctor Who? God Damnit she was such an idiot! "Doctor!" this time her scream was shrill and loud. And desperate. "DOCTOR!" she screamed again, struggling to hang on to the rock. Morgan stumbled backwards as another few vines came, almost falling. Somehow though, she managed to grasp onto the wall again, although she cut herself in the process. Morgan flinched at the stinging pain in her fingers. That was ok. Better stinging pain in fingers than being dead.

At this point, she was hyperventilating. Vision blurry, Morgan desperately continued holding onto the wall as she got progressively closer and closer to the pit. Morgan struggled to stay somewhat upright as her legs were now out of commission. Great, now she was gonna die looking like sushi. She glanced back, her stomach churning uncomfortably. Barely a meter away. Morgan took one last deep breath in.

"DOCTOR!" Morgan cried shrilly again. She coughed a bit her voice getting hoarse and dry for some reason. Trying to put as much of her panic and loudness into it as possible. The Doctor turned a corner, already running towards her. His eyes widened as he finally saw her predicament (Thanks doc, perfect timing). Stumbling forward running faster, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Honestly, at that point, Morgan almost yelled (swore) at him. What was he gonna do, assemble a cabinet at the stupid everything-eating plant-thing?

Morgan took a shaky breath in to calm herself. She needed to stop panicking. Stop panicking and think of a plan. What did she remember from that book she had read a while back? Not much, except death. Fun. Wait no. There had been something, something about a predator or something. God, why couldn't Morgan ever be useful for once and actually remember? Why the one time she needed to remember something she couldn't? Why was she so useless? The sonic was buzzing again. God, why couldn't the Doctor just- Oh- sound!

"Doctor! Sound!" Morgan called right before she was plunged into darkness. Everything was constricting inwards towards her. Little pricks everywhere reminding her the vines were still coming. Well, they were everywhere now. All around her. Suffocating darkness. Wet and humid. The last things she would ever see. So, basically, Morgan had failed in life. Prime Minister or President? Nope. Made any scientific discoveries? Nope. Affected the Doctor Who timeline in a positive way even a little bit? Also nope.

But, there was still a bit of hope right? She shouldn't completely give up just yet. Morgan heaved and wheezed as she tried to take another shaky breath in. She stumbled, struggling against the confines, but then stumbling into some…. She gulped. Wet Slimy, kinda burned… Morgan definitely did not want to think about that. Lifting her feet up tentatively, she winced. Something hurt, a leg or an arm, she couldn't exactly tell the difference anymore. Sharp bursts of pain, almost coming from everywhere at once. A faint ringing and pounding in her ears- wait.

The air was turning more and more moist (god that sounded weird) and well suffocating. Her vision grew blurry, but Morgan still continued struggling to keep her eyes open. But they were so heavy, heavy… Everything was numb, numb or in pain and- Why was everything throbbing so much? At that point, Morgan had stopped really struggling against the thick leafy walls. She physically couldn't. Her arms were almost limp and sad. Only in a matter of well, like one minute or something. Morgan couldn't exactly tell.

All the sounds became muffled. Slow as a snail's pace. Darkness. And then a flash of blinding light. That stayed. Morgan held onto consciousness for a bit longer, grasping onto reality. She was lifted- presumably by the Doctor. Morgan forced her eyes open to try to see what was happening. Everything was still blurry, and getting blurrier. But she could still make some things out. The Doctor, for one. Morgan wheezed trying to breathe again, there was a pressure though, somewhere, on her lungs. Maybe a broken rib? She couldn't exactly think straight.

The Doctor was moving-carrying her somewhere. Holding her bridal-style or whatever it was called- no wait. It was more how one would carry a baby, making sure to support her head so that it didn't loll. (And yes, Morgan had learnt that from her babysitting courses) (no, she had never actually babysat anyone because she was too afraid that she would accidentally kill the child. Or purposefully kill them) Everything disappeared, turned dark-her eyes had fallen closed. Why-Why. Too- She was being put down now, somewhere-soft and- Fog clouded her mind. Everything was heavy-too heavy. Too much.

Light. Something had- Morgan blinked the light away. There was a faint throb-well, everywhere. What the hell… She forced her eyes open, sitting up carefully. She was in a cave (wow, so insightful, Morgan, do please tell more) (shut up) It was... Well, it was one of the caves, probably her own. They all did kind of look the same. The gray walls tended to blend together. The Doctor-he was there close, on a chair. He was tired- more so than usual, and had a more anxious energy about him.

"Doctor?" Morgan started, sitting up more but then wincing slightly. The Doctor's eyes widened when he heard her speak. He jumped up and ran over- well, more like speed-walked.

"Morgan-you shouldn't be moving too much, you're going to break something," the Doctor started, "Please don't ruin all of my hard work," he added in quickly towards the end. Morgan paused. There were a bunch of tubes (IV?) coming out of her. (How on earth the Doctor had gotten them, well that was a different story)

"What happened?" Morgan asked in a slight daze. Everything had started to finally come into focus but it was still blurry. "Glasses," Morgan said and the Doctor motioned to the glasses beside her. Carefully picking them up, Morgan winced again slightly.

"Well, you decided to go wandering off and so a giant plant tried to eat you," the Doctor explained, somehow keeping a straight face throughout all of the absurdity he was saying. Morgan swung her legs off of the bed at that moment, jumping onto her legs and standing upright. Bad idea! Do. Not. Try. This. At. Home! Pain shot up her leg and her vision tunnelled for a second before the Doctor quickly came beside her. Morgan stumbled again and leaned against the Doctor for stability as her vision cleared up.

The Doctor held her weight as she attempted to stumble along into the kitchen, sitting down slowly into her chair. He brought some food, some toast and a blanket, sitting himself on a chair beside her.

"So…" Morgan started, "What exactly happened? Like in a little more detail,"

"Well, the venom you know and it made you sick, so you've been out for a bit," the Doctor said quickly. Morgan paused a bit to digest his words. Venom sacs in the tongue. Morgan snorted at the memory and was about to say the joke out loud when she paused again. Oh. Wait, he wouldn't understand the joke and if he did, how on earth would she be able to explain how she knew. She frowned a bit at that while the Doctor gave her an exasperated look.

"Why are you doing that face?" he complained. Morgan frowned. What face? Her hands subconsciously flew to her eyes. They weren't bulging out like Clara's did were they? Inflating? Nope, nothing.

"What face?" Morgan asked, cocking her head to one side. Seriously though, what face-

"I don't know, the face! Where you're happy and then sad all of a sudden. Why can't you just choose one?" he asked, waving his hands around a bit overdramatically.

"None of your business," Morgan grumbled, starting to slowly make her way to her own room, thankfully not making the pain pop up again. It took longer than usual to get to her room. Then add that with the time it took her to get dressed… Morgan paused right before leaving her small sad excuse for a room again to check the calendar. Still there on her wall and… About 5 days had been crossed out since she last saw it. With a different pen… The Doctor had- It had been a week. She had been unconscious for a week and that stupid timelord had neglected to mention that fact. Of course, he had. That stupid- Morgan almost ripped the calendar off the wall at that moment and almost hurled it across the room. Almost. She didn't though. Although what Morgan did do next wasn't that surprising. She stormed off (or attempted to)(why did everything still freaking hurt?) Morgan marched into the room that the Doctor was now in, as he sat by the table reading a book.

"Why didn't you tell me it had been a week?" Morgan spat, crossing her arms forcefully and then flinching hard, immediately regretting it. She glanced towards her arms momentarily, her stomach doing a slight flip at the notice of traces of some bruising. Clearing her throat a little Morgan brought her glare back over to the Doctor, whose face had gone into what Morgan liked to call "Oh shit my companions figured out my clever lie" face.

"Well, I never mentioned specifics-" he started, clearly having forgotten his rehearsed speech for when she inevitably found out. Or he had forgotten to rehearse a speech for it.

"Yeah, but you purposely 'forgot'," Morgan did air quotes, "Don't try to talk your way around it, it won't work," Morgan stated bluntly. The Doctor stood up finally at that comment, hand on the table as he sighed.

"I didn't want you to worry," he admitted and Morgan deflated slightly. Oh. Well, that did make sense…

Morgan let out a huff, "Yeah, I know just," she paused for a second to fix her hair, then continued, "Next time, tell me the truth, I'll get less angry if you say it outright than if you lie, or don't mention it at all," Morgan reasoned and the Doctor's expression hardened slightly and his eyebrows furrowed.

"If I remember correctly, his Scottish accent got thicker as his voice rose, "The last time I told you that we would be stuck here for six months, you shouted at me!" he hissed, his tone even but Morgan could sense the lingering annoyance and anger in his eyes. She flinched slightly but then fixed her glare at him instead.

"No, you knew beforehand everything that might happen and you decided not to disclose that important information, that if I had known beforehand, might have not gotten us stuck here for six months," Morgan snarled through gritted teeth, clenching her fists. She gasped a little as some pain shot up her leg but quickly covered it up, attempting to increase her glare to hide the flinch.

"Morgan…" the Doctor started, in his 'I made my companion angry at me but still think she has no right to be angry at me so I'm pretending to apologize' tone. Morgan shot him a disappointed frown.

"I'm going back to my room." she finished, storming away as she grit her teeth from the continued throbbing in her leg and arm and the frustration. Morgan almost slammed the wall in her frustration- but she didn't, because unlike some people, she wasn't an annoying jerkfa- God, why couldn't the Doctor just tell everyone the facts for once? Why did he always have to go lying and scheming and hiding stuff from everyone? Hypocrite. Morgan winced at her internal thoughts. She still hadn't told anyone about… Well anything. The show. How she knew most things that were going to happen. She should. She really should. If the Doctor was anything like Morgan, he would definitely appreciate knowing sooner rather than later. Unless…

A few hours later, Morgan was sitting on her bed, in her pyjamas, staring at the wall as the minutes ticked by. It was getting late. Well, at least that's what her clock was currently telling her. She should probably go to bed now. That would be the logical thing to do now, wouldn't it? Sighing, Morgan closed the remaining makeshift lights in her room and slid into her blankets, settling into them as she began to close her eyes. Everything was sore. And it would probably still be sore for the next few days

Once she had plunged herself into the darkness, everything began to resurface, slowly. Her memory had been a bit foggy before, having only just woken up that day… But. Now instead of the darkness reminding her of the water (as it had a few months ago) and honestly, it still kind of did. There was a fresher memory that took its hold in the darkness. Screaming. Morgan's hands flew to her throat. It was dry. Dry-she was sweating. But was it sweat? Or was it something more? Something burning and wet. Burning layers of skin off and slowly rendering her more and more… Morgan shot up quickly, breathing heavily as she fumbled to pinch herself.

She could feel it, but was it as painful as usual? Was she losing feeling in her arm or something? Or was she just overthinking it? Was she really in her room at that moment? Or was she just trying to ignore the reality around her? That happened right? People would suppress memories because they were too traumatic. Or ignore the reality because it was just too… horrible? Like Bill. When she was a Cyberman. Morgan's stomach did an uncomfortable flip. One more thing she needed to change. But knowing her, she would probably fail at that too.

Thankfully something did come to interrupt her thoughts. Although he did make Morgan jump slightly, which in turn ended up hitting one of her bruises, sending shots of pain up her legs. Morgan immediately turned her face of relief from having been distracted by her thoughts to a glare. Oh great, he had decided to show his face again. Morgan narrowed her eyes. What was he doing here? Didn't he have other things to do? Honestly? Probably not.

Morgan frowned, "I'm still angry with you you know," the Doctor sighed at that coming to sit on the floor beside her bed.

"Yes, I know," he said, beginning to frown before he continued, "If it makes you feel any better, I had been planning to apologize," he admitted and Morgan deflated slightly. Oh. Well, ok she could deal with that. But that didn't mean she was going to forgive him immediately. Just that the timeline had gone from never forgive to forgive eventually. "And next time, I will make sure to tell you the important stuff, unless it would put someone in danger or mess up my plan." he finished as Morgan gave a sigh.

"Well, just know you aren't forgiven immediately," Morgan grumbled, "It's gonna take some time."

"Well, we do have a few months to spare," he started, a grin beginning to form on his face. Morgan elbowed him playfully, although she immediately regretted it. She winced as the throbbing returned. Stupid everything hurting.

"Don't push your luck, Doctor," she warned, although there was a teasing undertone to her words. A yawn was beginning to form up in her throat. Morgan took that as a sign that it was time for some shut-eye. Laying back down slowly, Morgan froze, remembering what had happened before. The Doctor, for all his lack of social skills, somehow caught on to this fact.

"I can stay a bit if you'd like, while you fall asleep," he said nonchalantly. Morgan shot him a grateful smile.

"Thanks," she turned on her side to get comfortable, while the Doctor pulled the remaining covers that she had messed up onto her, tucking her in. He leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead as the haziness of sleep began to fill her mind. It was warm. And comforting.

"Good night," the Doctor whispered from where he had started to sit a little way away from her bed. Drowsiness finally began to properly set in. And Morgan finally let the heaviness take its hold. Morgan had definitely been overthinking before. Everything was fine. And this time, just this once, she wasn't lying.

It was a few weeks later and everything was starting to finally lose the last remnants of soreness. Morgan could easily roll her shoulders comfortably now or stretch without having to wince. Finally, maybe some real normality in her life. Morgan was putting away her dinner dishes, the Doctor sitting in the corner of a kitchen having a glaring contest with a wall. Sighing Morgan called out to him.

"Doctor, Netflix," she called out, beginning to walk over to her room. He gave an acknowledging nod but dismissed her, waving his hand as he continued to have a glaring contest, although this time it seemed to be with just space. Oh well, she would leave him a few minutes to ponder his thoughts. But if he took too long, she would start it without him. Sighing, Morgan flopped down onto her bed, getting the laptop opening it to Netflix. She scrolled a bit trying to find what she was looking for, then froze mid search as something caught the corner of her eye. Was that Doctor Who? She shook her head and looked again. No. She was just seeing things.

But that numb feeling stayed in her chest. And there was a sudden urge there. To tell him. Everything. She had to do it eventually. Better now than later. But was now really the time? And what if her telling him somehow messed everything up? No. Morgan had watched enough shows and had had enough friendships to know that keeping something from someone would ever end well. And knowing the Doctor, he was bound to figure out sooner or later. Better now, with her telling it to him and explaining it to him fully, than him going on wild assumptions, possibly ending in worse consequences. So she had made a decision. And if she thought about it any more than she was now it would only end in overthinking.

"Doctor!" Morgan called a little miffed. What was always taking him so long? Staring into space is actually very time-consuming, you should try it sometime. Morgan winced, her own words coming to bite her in the back. Morgan was shocked out of the thoughts, however by a Doctor running slightly panicked into the room.

She raised an eyebrow, "Why'd you run like that? Scratch that, why are you even running in the first place?" Morgan added, furrowing her eyebrows and scrunching her nose. Why had he been running? He normally didn't do that…

"I uh-" he cleared his throat, "It gets me places faster," he explained. Really? Well wasn't that a terrible excuse. "You're doing alright?" he asked and Morgan frowned.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Morgan asked, cocking her head to one side. Strange, that was uncharacteristic of him. Or he was just trying to change the subject. Knowing him, it was that last one.

Next chapter should be out next Sunday so stay tuned! Feel free to add any comments down below! hopefully, everyone enjoyed the chapter! And goodnight to you all (or good morning)