Ice- day seventeen
Her whole world consisted of ice cold water and the needles in her chest from the inability to take a much needed breathe. Her whole body was going numb with the cold and she was dropping further and further down.
The Doctor knew she never liked and trusted the ice that would form on top of a lake. Ace always thought it too dangerous. It could break any moment when people are on top. But the little manipulative… that the Doctor was he decided that she needs to face her fears once again and brought her here ice-skating. He told her that was what Victorians used to do on Christmas. She personally didn't give a donkey's ass what they used to do but the Professor would do what he decided he needs to.
Ace cursed and wished that she has her bag with Nitro 9 with her to blast that ice on top of her and go to the surface. It was amazing how a hole that had formed big enough for a body to go through was so hard to find when the aforementioned body was trying to get out. Her heavy leather jacket wasn't help in keeping her warm, in the contrary it was an obstacle now pulling her even more. And the Professor probably had no idea what was happening to her. She was sure that he was playing the spoons on ice to someone making them oh and ah, oblivious to Ace's fate.
The world was becoming not only cold but fuzzy and dark, she was sure that her brain was going to freeze in a couple of seconds. She tried to move her cold legs and hands to kick herself out, but she wasn't even sure where was up and where was down anymore.
And just when Ace thought that she would give up the fight and just let herself drift away the end of a question mark umbrella came in front of her eyes and a voice told her to hold to it.
"Professor." She thought gripping it too relieved to be alive and pulled out of the cold water to be mad to him. But later she thought she was going to kill him.