Hello again! And here we are, on chapter seven of this story. I have a main plot idea, full of little crazy twists that I'm sure will drive you crazy now. Mwahahaha. I do not own Doctor Who. BBC does. However, I do own Emma! That's good enough. (For now...).
"I love you, Doctor.", I said
"I love you too, Emma. So, so much.", he replied.
I wasn't sure who or what would end the hug, but it sure as heck wouldn't be me.
The Doctor had been so kind to me during that week. The TARDIS had connected rooms to the medical bay where I was, like the bathroom and the kitchen. He rarely left me.
"You need to rest!", I constantly told him, though he always refused.
I began to grow worried about him. Sure, Time Lords rarely need sleep, but he had gone for too long without it. God knows the last time he slept.
I was hardly ever bored in the med bay. Now that I knew a lot more about the universe, I understood him and could actually have a good, intellectual conversation with him. What he said didn't seem as much like pointless rambling anymore. He also couldn't make words up. I could finally catch him on it. He'd only give me a small, "Old habits die hard, I guess,".
Anyway, I was lying in bed one day when I got a massive headache, almost up to migraine standards. I could see the Doctor looking at me with concern as I clutched my head. He reached out and clutched my hand as I squeezed it with pain.
I wonder what's wrong with her? I heard in my head.
"What the hell?", I asked out loud.
"Oh, yes, tiny Time Lord side effect. Your psychic link has finished. Time Lords can communicate psychically.", he explained.
Cool, I thought to him.
He smiled.
Sure is. It will be especially good if we ever get separated on adventures, eh?, he thought.
Definitely. Now we'll never really be apart.
Well, it can be broken. If a crazy enough enemy of mine wants to sever it, they can.
But we'll just grow it back again.
Always.
It was weird having it like he was in my head. But it was also wonderful. Traveling with the Doctor, weird was almost always wonderful.
For example, bowties.
Please keep talking to me Emma. This mind has been so lonely and empty for so long. Now there's love and light inside it.
Of course, Doctor.
I love you, Emma.
I love you too, Doctor.