Okaaaay, So sorry for the wait on this one, I wrote the first half of this chapter pretty quickly but got a spot of writers block about half way through, hence the slow update … anyways, 'tis here now for your enjoyment! Was listening to Eminem's song 'I Need a Doctor" Whilst writing this, and part of the chorus fit in very well with this fic, so I have included it at the beginning of the chapter. I have to say a massive thanks to my reviewers, and also everyone who has favourited or subscribed to this story, your support means a lot! Well hope you enjoy anyway, and as always I do not own any of Doctor Who, though I am working on winning the lottery and buying Matt Smith as my own personal butler ;) *sigh*

Call me a doctor
I need a doctor …

doctor …
To bring me back to life.

The doctor's twin hearts beat frantically as he slipped through the door, leaving a bewildered Amy in the corridor. He slammed it shut behind him, pressing his back against it firmly. A quick buzz of the sonic screwdriver and it was locked tight. He winced slightly at Amy's muffled shouts and furious banging on the other side.

"Back soon Pond, no need to worry!" The Doctor hoped this sounded reassuring.

There was one final, extremely frustrated scream before the corridor outside fell silent. He breathed out in a moment of short lived relief, before attempting to peer around the dark room before him.

"Any chance of some light, old girl?" he called out cautiously into the blackness.

Nothing.

He humphed in annoyance before flicking his sonic, emitting a small beam of light which seemed to help illuminate the darkness only marginally. The Doctor swept the beam across the room; it wasn't especially large. The walls seemed to be choked with wiring and cables, cogs and levers protruding here and there out of the tangled mess. It was as though the TARDIS was somehow growing her own mechanical jungle through the walls. The Doctor whistled as he continued to illuminate different sections of the room with the beam.

"What a mess. You have been busy in here old girl. Some sort of room malfunction?" he asked, knowing full well that he wasn't going to hear an answer.

Doctor …

He jumped suddenly at the sound of the whispered voice again.

"Hello? I'm here … who are you? What do you want?"

He swept the room once more with the sonic's beam, but there seemed to be no movement amongst the tangles. He wondered if he was going mad. It was entirely his own fault; yes. He had sent himself round the twist, what with all his failed attempts at re-wiring the TARDIS mainframe, sleepless nights spent praying to hear that voice again, to hear speech, to hear just one word, any word …

Doctor…

"Is that you?" He flicked the beam of light up towards the ceiling, which was also erupting with wires and twisted metal. "Is it you? Can you …speak?"

There was no reply. The Doctor clenched his jaw in annoyance, striding towards the nearest wall. He began examining the wires, sweeping his fingers over them delicately. To his surprise, they began to glow slightly when he touched them. He called out again.

"I know it's you. I recognise that voice. If you can speak, answer me!"

Still nothing. He moved along the wall, the wires continuing to glow weakly at his touch.

Doctor…

His head snapped towards the far wall of the room. The whispers seemed to be coming from that direction.

"Yes? What is it?" He shouted, moving over to the wall. He switched off the beam of light coming from his sonic screwdriver and began scanning the mess of wires before him. He couldn't seem to get a clear reading on it; something was scrambling its signal. He could feel his anger rising. "Answer me!" he demanded. "Speak to me!"

He tried scanning the wall of wires in front of him again, but still he couldn't get a reading.

Doctor …

It seemed to be right in front of him now. He gripped the screwdriver until his knuckles were white.

"I am here. You know I am. What do you want from me?" He was shouting. "I don't understand! Give me a sign or something, what am I supposed to do?"

The silence that followed his words seemed to drain the warmth from his hearts. He hung his head, voice now tinged with desperation. "Answer me, please …"

Leaning forward, he placed both hands into the mess of wires before him and grabbed handfuls in frustration. The wires began to glow again at the Time Lord's touch; this time the shimmering light was stronger, and bright gold. The Doctor gasped. His hands were tingling strangely, as though little static currents were passing through his finger tips and up both of his arms. He pulled at the wires sharply, but instead of moving backwards, he felt what seemed to be a force on the other end pulling him in towards the tangled wall. He attempted to release the wires, but somehow his fingers and palms were stuck fast – try as he might, he could not loosen his grip.

"What the …" The Doctor's feet began to slip along the metal floor as he was pulled further and further towards the wall. His arms were aching; it began as a dull ache but seemed to be growing fiercer by the second. The glowing in the wires was spreading now too, illuminating the twisted metal and gears protruding from the walls, gathering pace as it went.

"Er … help?" The Doctor, despite the eager wires and aching in his arms, still seemed to be quite unable to take in his situation. "I think I might need some … AMY! HELP!"

On the other side of the mystery blue door, Amy sat slumped on the floor. She had given up screaming at him a good ten minutes ago. What was the use? He wasn't going to listen. He never did. Not to anyone. Not even her.

Suddenly the lights in the TARDIS corridor flickered, plunging her into momentary blackness.

Amy jumped to her feet, peering up and down the corridor cautiously. The lights flickered again.

"…AMY! HELP!"

The voice was muffled on the other side of the door, but it was the Doctor alright, and he sounded like he was in trouble. Amy turned and slammed herself against the door, her ear pressed tight to the wood anxiously.

"Doctor!" She yelled, "Can you hear me?"

"PLEASE!" The Doctor's cry was strangled, as though he was in a great deal of pain.

"Doctor!" Amy cried frantically, "I'm coming!"

And with another great effort, she slammed herself into the door hard, making contact with the solid wood just as the flickering lights failed. The corridor plunged into darkness.

Aww maaan, What the hell? Yeah I know you hate me. You want to find out what's in the room right? What the hell is going on? You will soon, I promise! I could have carried on, but that just seemed like a good place to end it. I'm gonna start on the next chapter right away though, so it should be up pretty sharpish! Please, please review, even if you hated it, I'd like to know how I can improve, and I love suggestions! Thank you all!