Very short. Disclaimer: I do not own/write/act in the marvelous television series known as Doctor Who.
Blue Box #5
Tear
The Doctor leaned over the console, very worried. His faithful companion had been acting, well, odd. She'd stayed mostly to her room for the last couple of weeks, and had hardly said a thing. For her, that was a great feat. He chuckled. Maybe he was over thinking. Maybe she was just feeling a little sick. But the other day… The other day she'd yelled at him about standing in a pile of glass. The look oh her face was terror and confusion. But there was no glass there, and as soon as he had pointed it out, she shut down. He wanted to believe that she was just having a bad morning, but she had been so serious. Something was wrong. He had to make sure. He had to. He couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. He quickly typed nonsensical formulas into the console screen. He pulled levers and twisted knobs and then waited impatiently as the screen began to spew out information. He quickly skimmed everything, and then sat back. He read everything again, double checking to make sure he was reading correctly. He stared at the screen, and let it blur out of his vision.
"No," he breathed, "That can't be right."
A single tear slid down his face.
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