The Ponds
"Wanna play a game?" The little girl asked again. The Doctor raised his screwdriver up and pointed it her. The little girl simple responded by glaring at him with dark, cold and unmoving eyes.
The Doctor whispered something in Gallifreyan, probably to himself, and the little girl shuffled forward. The Doctor prepared to turn his screwdriver on and he raised his other arm in front of Amy and Rory, acting like some sort of shield.
"Rory?" Amy whispered into her husband's ear. "Who is she? What's happening?"
"I don't know." Rory whispered back as the little girl got closer. The Doctor inched back, bumping into the Ponds.
The Doctor
As the little girl inched closer, the Doctor inched back, bumping into the Ponds as he backed up. He kept the sonic up, ready to turn it on at a moments notice.
"What are you?" He whispered again to himself, trying to figure out how and why. His brain was still fuzzy and he couldn't think straight. As soon as a sane thought made it through and he tried to focus on it, it disappeared, like puff of smoke.
Smoke. The Doctor blatantly wondered how Bilbo and Gandalf were doing...
Groaning, the Doctor grabbed his head with his free hand, just now noticing that his headache was back in a full swing and his thoughts just wouldn't stay on track. One second his was thinking about one thing and the next, something else entirely.
The Doctor mentally shook his head and tried to focus on the little girl in front of him. She was getting closer. He tried to focus on her, but his eyesight just sorta went funny...
Along with everything else, he felt like he had to throw up. Lovely.
The Doctor took a deep breath and forced the pancakes back down. The little girl was much closer now then she was a second ago. She was about five or so feet away before the Doctor's eyes messed up and now she was less then three.
Then the Doctor blink.
Two feet away.
And the Doctor blinked again. He couldn't help it, his eyelids just sorta slid shut without him even thinking anything.
One foot away.
The Doctor swallowed and turned his sonic on, scanning the little girl. He could see River out of the corner of his eye, gun ready to fire. Before his screwdriver could even get a reading, the little girl was right next to him, so close that he could barely breath.
The little girl jumped up, took his head roughly into her hands and everything went black.
The Ponds
"Doctor!" Amy yelled as the little girl jumped up and grabbed the Doctor by the head, the Doctor stumbling back into Rory. The Roman grabbed caught the Doctor as he fell and he noticed something.
The little girl was gone.
But Rory had no time to find out where she went. As soon as he lowered the limp Doctor to the ground, he suddenly started to convulse violently.
"Doctor!" Amy said as he twitched. She gasped when she heard the Doctor's head sickenly collide with the stone floor and he stopped moving. "Rory? What's wrong with him?" Amy asked in a panicked tone.
"I don't know!" Rory snapped. Clearly the Doctor was having a seizure, but now Rory wasn't sure. The Doctor had stopped convulsing but he was now breathing hard and muttering incorhetenty in Gallifreyan.
"Rory! Do something!" Amy yelled, tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't know what to do!" Rory responded as he checked the Doctor's vitals. As far as he could tell, the Doctor was okay. His hearts were beating normally and he was breathing somewhat fine. There was really nothing they could do but try and wake him up. Rory looked frantically around for the pen light, which he dropped when the little girl attacked.
"Here." Amy said and handed him the torch.
"Thanks." Rory replied and shone the light in the Doctor's eyes. There wasn't any reaction.
Yeah, sorry for the cliffhanger. Again. I should really stop doing that but I probably won't anytime soon.
I don't know how anything doctor-y works, I'm just a high schooler with a hobby, so I am just going off the wonderful internet. If it's wrong, well...
I am happy to announce that Lost in Translation will have a sequel! It will be called When Things go Bad and it can either be read by itself or as a continuation off of this. In it will be plenty or Eleven/River, but not in the way you'd think...
