WARNING: Spoilers for the second half of Season 1 Episode 3 "The Unquiet Dead"
I awoke to a bright light overhead. I went to move my arm, so I could shield my eyes, but found that I couldn't move it.
"What the…" I sputtered as I sat up partially and saw thick rubber restraints around both of my wrists. No matter how much I wiggled my body, those restraints wouldn't budge.
"It's for your own good" I heard a voice say. I turned my head and saw The Doctor sitting in a chair near the side of my bed.
"What did you do this for? Let me go."
"I'm sorry, Violet. But this is for your own protection. You are a danger to yourself right now. Until you can prove to be that you can be trusted alone, I can't take them off. Now, let me give you a quick head scan and make sure that your neural implosion is completely gone." He took out his sonic screwdriver and ran it over my head. It made a series of clicks and beeps. After about a minute, it stopped and The Doctor inserted the tip into another machine which then proceeded to beep twice. It then spit out a sheet of paper. The Doctor picked it up and thoroughly looked it over. He then looked up at me and smiled.
"Good news, Violet! You are completely healed. Now, I believe that I promised to answer any and all questions you had once you were better. Yes?" I nodded. "Brilliant!" he said sitting down in a chair. "Now, what do you want to know?"
"Start from the beginning. What made you decide to come to Earth in the first place?"
"You mean when I first met you?" he clarified.
"Yeah,"
"I got some strange readings while I was in the Time Vortex. So, I set the TARDIS on course to where these readings were coming from in order to investigate."
"And it was the Vixtels that were giving off these strange readings?" The Doctor nodded. "And you had absolutely no idea that I existed when you landed in both my town and time period?"
"None whatsoever."
"So, it was a coincidence when you bumped into me that morning."
"I suppose you could call it that."
"But I thought you said that there's no such thing as coincidences." At that moment, The TARDIS lights flickered twice and she made a long, low humming sound."
"She sensed you as she got closer, so…"
"She landed herself as close as she could get to me without being in plain-sight" I finished for him.
"That's right! I forgot that you can understand Ol' Sexy here."
"You call your TARDIS Sexy? That's not weird at all" I muttered to myself. The Doctor ignored me. "So, on a different topic, what exactly happened in Cardiff? After you left the theatre, I mean."
"There was a tear in the fabric of time, also known as a rift. Remember those creatures floating around the theatre?" I nodded. "Well, they were gaseous creatures. Extraterrestrial gaseous creatures. They were the ones who created the rift in the first place. At first, they just wanted to occupy Earth's dead, so they would have a physical form without harming anyone. Then they got greedy and their oath of no harm was soon forgotten. As more and more came through, the bigger the rift got and out seeped all sorts of timelines, changing and converging with one another. I think this, in conjunction with the bond I opened between us, pushed you over the edge."
"But wouldn't the timelines have affected you as well?"
"Your body and mind are still developing which made you vulnerable" he explained. "I've also had 200 years of training at the academy on Gallifrey and almost 700 years of hands-on experience. Had I known this…no, I should have known this was going to happen! I'm so sorry, Violet. All of this is my fault."
"No, it's not" I tried to reassure him. "Plus, I'm ok now. That's all that matters."
"I just wanted to start you off with a nice simple trip in order to help you ease into things. That's why I was planning to take you to New York in 1969. You weren't even supposed to leave the country! Just a simple history lesson. That's all this was supposed to be."
"Relax. It's ok. No sense getting upset over what's already happened."
"Violet! Don't use telepathic communication yet. The neural implosion may be gone, but your mind is still in a very fragile state."
"Sorry," I muttered.
"No, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Don't worry. You should be fine. Just please don't use anymore telepathic communication until I give you the ok."
"I promise."
"Good." He then proceeded to stare at me with an unreadable expression.
"What?" I finally asked, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.
"I need you to promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore. Not on purpose at least. I mean, I don't want you to accidently hurt yourself either, but that would be kind of a hard…"
"Doctor" I interrupted.
"Right, sorry. Also, I didn't mean to snap at you before. That one was my fault. But what I said about not wanting to lose you again was completely true." He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with sad yet hopeful eyes. "Violet, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I lost you again. Please promise me you won't purposely hurt yourself."
"I promise" I said. The Doctor gave me a wide grin.
"Now what do you say we take a nice fun trip this time?"
"Sure. 1969 New York?"
"Nope" the Doctor responded as he got up and undid my restraints. "I'm taking you to meet one of my favorite people of all time, Geronimo!"
