So, like I promised, here's Chapter 5! This is another shortie - don't worry; I just finished 6 and that's at least twice as long! Also - any mistakes or OOC moments just tell me - I don't wan'em and I sure don't need 'em, so I'd like to remove them if possible.
Chapter 6 might be a little while in coming - some of my plot bunnies have decided to hibernate, so 7 will take me a while methinks. Just to re-iterate; I post each chapter as soon as the next is finished. This does result in quite an unpredictable post schedule. Sorry.
Oh! Almost forgot - This chapter includes spoilers for all of Series 6, and also part of 7. If you haven't watched the "PS" scene please do - otherwise a certain character will make no sense. Thanks!
Anywho, enjoy the chapter~
Chapter 5: Spacial Awareness
Soft, pink light filtered through her eyelids. She was lying on a soft, deep bed - far more comfortable than the old, hard, spring-filled beds in the Orphanage. She could have sworn she was dreaming...
... Except for her head.
Even though the darkness had fully receded, her head still pounded. Her skull felt raw and battered, and she felt both physically and mentally drained.
A small crash and a curse made her jump, intensifying the pain enough for her to gasp out. A hand was on her forehead in an instant, a soft male voice muttering soothingly.
She lethargically forced her eyelids apart. In front of her stood the Doctor, looking down at her oddly. She was in a small room which contained an assortment of strange objects she couldn't name - although most strange was perhaps the blue police box that stood in the corner. She looked back at the Doctor.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" He smiled softly - gentle yet reassuring. "How do you feel?"
She managed to squeeze out her reply, "Terrible," without feeling too light headed. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, but before the words formed on his lips there was a knock on the door.
"Doctor, is she awake?" came a male voice. "And what did I hear breaking?" A second male enquired.
The Doctor grimaced and gulped, glancing at a small pot that lay broken on the floor. "Nothing," he replied quickly. He removed the silvery device from his pocket and pointed it at the pot. The end lit up green and suddenly the pot was no longer broken at all. Seconds later the door opened and two middle-aged men walked in.
"Hello," the slightly younger man said softly, seeing the ginger was awake. "I'm Brian and this is... Well, this is Anthony." He gestured at the older man, who waved a little, sheepish. "The Doctor just brought you round." The girl nodded politely. "Hello." She replied, a little timid.
Anthony sat on the bed and cocked his head slightly. "You look familiar," he stated simply. "Have we met before?" Brian also looked intrigued - clearly they both wanted to know. She shook her head. She'd always been good at remembering faces, and theirs were ringing no bells.
"Speaking of bells..." The Doctor whispered in a voice hardly louder than his quiet breathing. Despite that, the girl nearly leapt into the air out of shock - How did he know she was thinking of bells?! She didn't have time to ponder, however, as sure enough the doorbell rang suddenly. Brian left to answer it.
The room fell quiet as Anthony started picking things up and putting them away in drawers and boxes that were hidden out if the way throughout the room. The Doctor just pulled a computer device out of his pocket and started typing away. She sat in silence, happy to observe whilst she recovered from her black out.
That is, until a voice came from the doorway.
Standing in the arch - one hand on the frame, the other on her hip - was a woman with the biggest halo of blonde curls the ginger had ever seen. She wore strange clothing and held herself in a rather provocative manner - she had a good body and BOY did she know it! A small giggle burst from her lips as she addressed the Doctor, humour glinting in her blue eyes.
"Hello Sweetie!"