AN: She isn't dead... that's all I'm saying
Falling. All I knew was falling. It felt like I'd been falling for days, months. It was dark, spiraling around me. Things, odd monsters, metal men, fell all around me, screaming in pain. I wondered if they'd gone mad, and thought I probably would too. I was alone, and I just kept falling...
THE DOCTOR'S POV: The air smelled sterile. I immediately knew I was in the TARDIS med bay. I let my eyes flutter open. I saw my arms, head, neck, and legs were binded. Minor injuries. Nothing a Time Lord should worry about.
Oh but you should, you were attacked by the Big Bad Wolf, my thief. Lucky for you, I stopped her possessive form and disposed of her.
"Disposed? of her possessive form which means... Brooke! Where is she?"
She left. Opened the door and left. Read the note, makes much more sense.
I got up and realized my shoes were off and there were tear stains on my suit. It hadn't been long since she'd left, maybe an hour. I picked up her note and read it. I read it over and over until my mind could process the information. she had felt awful, because something had possessed her, and it had attacked me. I remembered her going stiff and her eyes glowing. Then she lunged. I don't know how she fought the energy off, but she had to be strong to fight double powered hyper time vortex manipulative energy. Now she was gone. I got up off my bed where I had sat grieving the letter. I willed myself to the door and threw it open. There, sat the void. Brooke, had fallen into the void.
As I fell I began to hear singing. Awful singing.
Tick tock goes the clock
He cradled and he rocked her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Doctor
Tick tock goes the clock
He cradled and he
Rocked
Her
Tick Tock goes the clock
'till River kills the doctor
I plugged my ears and screamed as the song got repeated, so this is what going mad feels like?
It felt like months of that singing, months and months and months, maybe a year. Still falling, I curled up into a shaking ball, and weakly pleaded "Doctor, doctor, doctor..." and yet no one came, for what felt like 5 more years. 5 more pain staking, maddening i don't want to remember,so I won't go into detail. The song continued, and I wished for the Doctor. Then the whooshing of an unmistakable engine. The TARDIS. I stayed in a ball, to afraid to move, afraid of the Doctor. I was afraid of the Doctor. of what he would think, what he would do. Suddenly, arms were pulling me out of the void. I screamed.
The doctor pulled me all the way into the TARDIS, and slid his arms around me. He didn't let go for hours, while I sat, and shook. He whispered in my ears, calming me down. He asked me what I saw, and all I could say, was "Tick tock, goes the clock" I repeated it while I sat in his lap, as he rested his chin on my head. He finally got me to stop talking, and I dosed off, leaning my head on his shoulder. Dreams came and caught me, nightmares more like. The Doctor dying, because of me.
"Doctor, where are we going?"
"Somewhere special my girl"
my hand was in his. he twirled me around, and pressed his forehead to mine "hey, you know what?" he asked
I smiled, "what?"
"I love you" he smiled
"I love you too Doctor." I replied.
Then, I glowed gold. I rose up off the floor, and shot gold light out of my hands. It struck the Doctor's heart, and he fell down, and stopped breathing.
I fell back down to the floor,and began to laugh and laugh and laugh. evil menacing laughing, happy that I hurt him. So happy.
Then, I woke up screaming and crying
THE DOCTOR'S POV: After saving her from the void, Brooke went mad, singing, and crying, until she fell asleep in my arms. Than I carried her to a spare bedroom on board, and then let her sleep. Of course, I couldn't sleep. So, when i heard her crying, I rushed to her sat, sobbing, as I walked to her bedside
" You wanna talk about it?" I asked as I sat down.
she shook her head and buried her face into my shoulder.
" You want me to look and fix it?" I asked.
She nodded. So I put my hands against her temples and closed my eyes.
Then, I dove into her dreams.