A/N: I am so sorry!
Ravenshade101: Dude, I came up with something REALLY EPIC and no one will care, but you will be screaming cause you know some SPOILERS *Insert whovians laughing at the inside joke* Wait no longer, here the chapter is!
Gosh guys, do you hate me or something? Only one review? What's up, Tris? Where are your page long fangirlings? I miss them! BTW I just realized a few chapters ago I said Steven Moffat, Oops! I thought I was talking about Sherlock or Dr. Who. I meant Cassie Clare.
Technically I own this, cause all I don't own is Cassie's Shadowhunters, Warlocks, Werewolves and Vampires, but she only ish owns the latter two.
Chapter nine Memory lane is really just a wall
Hunter closed the door and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of me. We had returned to the Institute and were in the living room ish place.
Hunter had said that if he was going to help me remember, he would need to telepathically enter my memories and unlock what was hidden in the back of my brain (at which point I notified him how utterly cliché that sounded).
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Hunter asked me, "I mean, after all that you just learned, well, going into someone's memories usually comes as a bit of a shock. You've already had quite a shock so-"
"Alright," I interrupted him, "what's going on? One minute you're mean and cruel, what with the 'Sophie Rose isn't your name' the next you're worried about me? Do you have a split personality or something? I don't understand you, Hunter, you confuse me so much!"
He licked his lips and leaned forward as he thought out his answer. "Let's just say, you confuse me even more, and get on with everything, okay?" he said it quickly, as if it was touchy subject.
"Okay," I answered, but really I was only even more confused.
"Right, okay, are you still sure?" he asked me.
"Yes, I'm sure," I took a shaky breath.
"Are you sure you're sure?"
"Yes!" I laughed.
"Okay," he placed his index and middles finger against the sides of my head, "be amazed; I learnt this from the Doctor himself."
I smiled as he closed his eyes in concentration.
Memories flashed by: The Fisher's house; my DNA test; meeting Hunter and Kayla. The memories flashed faster as they went farther: My first kiss; my first date; my first day of high school. Faster, farther: Meeting Mika; eighth grade drama; seventh grade bullying. Faster and farther still: sixth grade; fifth grade; fourth grade; cement wall.
What?
"Here it is," Hunter whispered, "the block in your mind. Whatever you do, don't open your eyes."
Only then did I realise I had closed them.
In the cement wall I could see the rest of my memories as if a 50's motion picture; black and white and soundless: 3rd grade onward; my first day of grade school; my first taste of the kindergarten drama which was someone stepping on my sand castle. It was all fake. All of it. Just a cement wall in my mind. Why had it taken me someone rummaging through my brain to realise it?
"It's okay," Hunter whispered to me, "it's okay."
Hot tears ran down my cheeks, and Hunter brushed them away with his thumbs.
"No, it's not okay," I whispered back.
"Do you want to keep going?" he asked gently.
"No, of course I don't," I whispered, letting a tiny sob escape my mouth.
"Okay," he started to remove his hands from my forehead, but I quickly reached up to hold them in place.
"That doesn't mean I'm not going to," I said, imagining the wall breaking down.
"Sophie?" Hunter asked, "what are you doing?"
"Remembering," I said sadly.
3rd person POV
"Angel-Rose Asheart what in Galifrey and TARDIS are you doing?"
She was, in fact, magically braiding her hair while quietly singing "I don't care" by Icona Pop (feat. Charli XCX), but the Doctor didn't know her very well yet, and didn't know that what she was doing wasn't the slightest bit out of her character at all.
"Braiding my hair, idiot," she looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"But… Why?" he asked.
"Because, Doctor," she whirled around to face him as the braid finished itself off, tied in the scrunchie and draped itself over her shoulder, "Fishtails are cool. And it's also cool to watch my hair braid itself."
"Alright I get it!" he protested, "stop making fun of me, it's not my fault I love saying things are cool."
She smiled at him and started to sing "I don't care" again, running her fingers up and down her braid (which feels cool) and sitting down in her big black throne (which is also very cool).
Just then someone burst out of the big blue box sitting in the corner. It was two of Angel-Rose's cliché henchmen (every villain has them, I'll let you imagine what they look like), pulling out a woman with huge frizzy blonde and a serious attitude. She was putting up quite a fight (the three of them had at least 5 open wounds each), and upon seeing her, the Doctor started to struggle against the chains.
"No!" he yelled, "leave her! Leave her alone!"
"Oh, Doctor," Angel-Rose laughed, still running her fingers up and down her braid, "were you being a bad boy? Did you lie to me? Did you try and protect your little companion?"
"Rule number one," the woman was panting, "the Doctor lies."
"And you know that better then anyone," Angel-Rose taunted, "don't you, miss River Song?"
"That's Dr River Song to you," she spat, and one of the cliché henchmen hit her.
"No, but this isn't any normal companion, is she?" Angel-Rose was suddenly alert, "no, no, no, no, no! This is River Song. Where did you find her? What was she doing?"
"She was in a Library, quite a bit far back," said a cliché henchman, "it looked like she was building something."
"What were you building, River Song?" Angel-Rose's eyes were wide, "and where are you hiding it?"
River and Angel-Rose locked eyes for a moment, pure hatred running between them, then River acted quicker then anyone (except the Doctor) could've anticipated.
She kicked the first cliché henchman in the knee, he screamed in pain and released her arm. She then brought down her knuckles on the other cliché henchman's nose. Blood spurted out of it; she had broken it.
She grabbed a gun (that seemed to be from another planet) out of her bigger-on-the-inside coat pocket and pointed it at Angel-Rose.
"You have three seconds too let him go," she informed the teenage girl, "and then I shoot."
Angel-Rose just smiled.
"One…" River counted, "two…"
"Three," Angel-Rose finished.
"No!" the Doctor yelled, but it was to late
River had already shot the gun.
A/N: Wow, I feel like Rob Ford. Always apologizing but always smoking anyway. Believe me though; I really am sorry for the late updates.
Yours truly,
-Sophia Asheart
P.S. Just ignore that little review I made; I was trying to prove something to Micah, but she was right and I was wrong so, lol!
