Chapter 7
Emma sat beside the door for a while as the Doctor watched her, his guilt growing. He thought of many ways to tell her why he did this but could not muster the courage to tell her. Emma immersed herself in rehearsing the Barber's speech.
"I..." Emma opened her eyes to look at the Doctor as he spoke, to him the blue had darkened, "The TARDIS could make you a room… If you want. It would only take a few hours."
Emma sighed and stood up, her knees sore from not moving, "Sure."
The Doctor made his way to the console as Emma ran her hands through her hair. "Any preferences?" The Doctor asked.
Emma tried answering but was cut off by the TARDIS crash landing on a hard surface. She was flung to the ground behind the Doctor and he was lucky enough to grab onto the monitor above him. When Emma fell, her wrist twisted in an improbable way causing her to let out a small yelp.
The TARDIS settled and the Doctor carried on trying to find out what had happened to his TARDIS, to occupied to notice Emma who was nursing her wrist. She held her left wrist in her hand.
"We should go outside. You need to stay with me. Can you do that Emma?" The Doctor took his attention from the TARDIS and looked at Emma, "Emma!"
The Doctor examined Emma's left wrist and the bruises already forming on the skin on and around the broken area. He put his hand on it and Emma glared at him as he touched her.
"Right, still mad at me." The Doctor quickly let go and shot up to his feet. "I will see what planet we made it to." He bounded towards the door and stuck his head out, "Odd sphere."
The Doctor started out of the TARDIS leaving Emma on the floor still holding her wrist.
"Why are you just sitting there?" The Doctor peaked his head back in.
After scrambling to her feet and making her way into the Ood sphere. Ood roamed everywhere in their vast cities made of ice. A brain in each of their hands.
"What are they?" Emma asked the Doctor as Ood passed them.
"We are the Ood." A tentacle faced man answered Emma.
"Hostile?" Emma spoke meekly slightly lightheaded from the pain in her wrist.
"The Ood are a herd race." The Ood tilted his head.
"You are not actually talking." Emma noted the lips of the Ood never moving even if he was talking.
"What is he saying?" The Doctor asked, only hearing half of the conversation.
"May I see your wrist?" The Ood held out his hand while the other held onto his brain.
Emma put her wrist into his hand and let the Ood examine it. The Ood ran a black gloved hand over the bruises forming on Emma's arm.
"May I help you?" The Ood spoke to Emma.
"Yes." The Ood released Emma's wrist and led her into an ice spire.
"Stay beside me I say…" The Doctor muttered to himself and quickly followed behind her.
They went up to the top of the spire walking up ice stairs. There were occasional windows overlooking the bustling city.
Once they made it to the top, it seemed to be the Ood's house. The Ood ushered Emma to a dining table and motioned for her to sit down. The Ood fetched a wooden box and laid it on the table.
Emma let her wrist rest on the table, the Doctor watching intently in the background. The Ood pulled out a needle filled with a mysterious liquid.
"What is that?" The Doctor's voice had a hint of panic.
"A mild anesthetic." The Ood let the Doctor in on their telepathic conversation.
"You're not going to fix it are you?" The Doctor started to pale.
"It is the only way for it to heal properly." The Ood stuck the needle in Emma's arm; Emma had been to overcome with pain to pay attention to the conversation.
The Ood griped Emma's hand and forearm to set her wrist. The Doctor turned away from the sight. A loud pop sounded and Emma fainted.
The Doctor carried Emma to the TARDIS and laid her on the chair by the console as he looked for a room for her in the TARDIS.
"Of course, I forgot to make her room." The doctor mentally cursed himself, "You could sleep in my room. Then you would be angry with me, again. You are so hard to please." The Doctor ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Or I could just not tell you that it is my room." The Doctor laughed. "Then you would find out and be angry with me." The Doctor put his face in his hands. "The time war was easier than dealing with you." He spoke through his fingers.
Emma sat sleeping her body limp as the Doctor carried on a conversation with himself.
"You are going to sleep here. Okay?" The Doctor sighed and walked back to his bedroom and dressed himself for sleep. The Doctor hoped in bed and nestled himself under the thick comforter.
In the morning, Emma woke up to the sound of the Doctor messing with the layout of the TARDIS.
"Good morning!" The Doctor grinned widely at Emma, "Your room is finished." The Doctor moved the monitor to face Emma. It showed a long hallway that ended in what was labeled the master bedroom but next to it, a room highlighted in blue with Emma's name blinking in bold letters.
"Down that hallway." The Doctor pointed to a doorway, "Green door." Emma followed his directions and started towards the door.
Emma opened the green door to reveal a room with books lining the wall on cherry bookshelves covering both the left and right sides of the room. Blue carpeting with gold flakes that matched the golden paint on the walls. In the middle of the room a bed with white bedding with gold and blue pillows next to a night stand. A large cherry wood wardrobe stood against the back wall with Van Gogh's painting surrounding it.
"Do you like it?" The Doctor appeared behind Emma, hands in his pockets.
"It's amazing." Emma turned to face the Doctor, "You are being very nice for an abductor."
"Is that some sort of Alien pun?" His lips curled up in a smile.
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