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All Consuming: Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Loss

Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - In their attempt to keep safe, Y/n and the Doctor hide in a different time to their own. Warnings - Implication of drug use, mentions of death and violence, bit angsty at the end! Words - 1.7K

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Y/n was in a place where she had time and space literally at her fingertips, yet she seemed to be lacking one thing: choices. She had one choice, the only option. And that was a strange man who didn't seem to have a name, fell into rambles far too quickly and had machinery that she didn't understand.

He instructed her to sleep as he waited to move the TARDIS once he deemed it safe. By the time she had awoken, they were in a new place, possibly new world, but Y/n wasn't sure. The Doctor was seated by the controls, twirling his sonic screwdriver between his fingers tips as his final source of entertainment.

"Where are we now?" She questioned, alerting the Doctor of her entrance as he put the screwdriver back down.

He jumped from his seat and flashed a smile, "Atop mount Everest!" She would have been more impressed had the reason for them being in such a place wasn't because they were running for their lives. "I was just about to move again, but if you'd like, we could risk going home. You could spend some time with family before we have to move again." He suggested.

Y/n gently shook her head, "No, that's alright."

"You sure?" He asked as if he hadn't expected that answer from her. "We're going to be gone for a while, I'm not sure when it'll be safe again to get you home."

Still, Y/n rejected the idea. "I don't need to go home, Doctor." She assured him. "Now, give me some hope and tell me you've figured out some plan."

His expression didn't give her much hope. "Well, my plan consists of moving from place to place, finding pockets in time where we can hide for a duration. Meanwhile, I'll try and figure out a way to get that energy out of you and stop the whole universe from trying to kill you." He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if this were just another day to him.

"Very detailed planning." She joked, hiding the part of her which were desperate for some security; a privilege she was beginning to accept she couldn't have anymore.

"Oh well, lucky for you Y/n Y/l/n, I strive in improving." He flashed a grin again and Y/n knew she couldn't argue against it.

A smile broke onto her own lips - no matter how hard she had attempted to suppress it, "Lets hope you do." She said, taking the lead in walking back towards the controls, leaving the Doctor no choice but to follow. "Where's this next pocket in time them?"

He stood by her side, looking down at her, "You'll just have to wait and see." And then he winked and Y/n bit her tongue. He pushed against the buttons and before Y/n realised it, the TARDIS was moving through time and space once again. "I'd hold onto something." He advised and Y/n followed, gripping onto the bars in front of her.

As they had done before, they stumbled and they fought for balance. But a little wobble was worth the space travel - but, more importantly, it was worth the safety.

The TARDIS came to a stop and the two steadied themselves once more. "You really need to get better at driving this thing." Y/n critiqued as they began to move forwards towards the doors.

"I'd like to see you try." Argued the doctor before pulling the doors open.

Y/n took slow steps out of the TARDIS, out of what she knew to be safe. They were atop a cliff which looked onto a beautiful beach which was crowded of people. She gazed across it all, tilted her head at their puffy hair and their flared trousers before glancing to the Doctor. He had already been looking at her, awaiting her to catch on. "Where are we then?" She inquired.

"America." He answered, shoving his hands into his pockets. "California to be exact."

Y/n looked back to the people who sprawled the beach. Then she looked back, the cogs were turning and the Doctor was nothing but amused. "Have they got some flower power festival going on or...?"

The man shrugged, "Not unless it's the original."

It hit her. His words suddenly confirming her suspicions the whole time. While it was impressive, it hadn't been unbelievable. I mean, the things she'd seen for herself by just living in some flat in London. "You're telling me that they-" She pointed down at the beach, "Are people from the seventies?"

He nodded, trying to suppress that awing smile which cracked against his lips. "I am."

"And that us-" She pointed at the ground between them, "Are standing in America. America in the seventies?"

"There you go with them observational skills again!" He patted her shoulder before wandering closer towards the edge of the cliff. "We should only stay here for a day, less than that if we can. It's very crowded, can't see what may be hiding between the people."

He glanced to her, the girl's eyes captured by the families and friends and couples which enjoyed their time by the waves. It seemed so easy. For a moment, she urged to be there with them, to be so care-free and not be worried about when they'd have to leave, whether there were aliens hiding behind the people she knew. "Do aliens blend that well into humans?" She questioned him, finally meeting his gaze once more.

"Some can." He said, a distance in his tone which Y/n struggled to explain. "They don't all travel in spaceships that read 'I'm from outer space.'" He joked and Y/n nodded in understanding.

Her brows fell knitted as a question came to her mind which she couldn't help but ask, "So does that mean that an Alien might have killed JFK?"

His grin returned, followed by a chuckle which swiftly lightened the mood. "I couldn't possibly tell you that." And then he turned, beginning to walk towards the path which led to the beach.

"I knew it! Spy!" Y/n yelled as she jogged on afterwards.

Truth was, Y/n knew very little about the Doctor. She had no choice but to trust him and as he didn't seem to be so open about some things, she was left assuming. And for a man which knew so much about the species who lived beyond Earth, Y/n just assumed he had to be some form of spy, or government official, or something in between.

The pair continued until they reached the sand, weaving between the extra-large inflatable balls and the smelt of a certain illegal substance. They found the quietest spot in which the Doctor could locate, where there was enough space for them both. He took his coat from his shoulders and laid it against the sand as to make up for the beach towel they didn't have. From there, they took their seat side by side, Y/n sitting with her knees to her chin and her arms wrapped around her ankles.

"An era of peace." Stated the Doctor as neither of them tore their eyes from the ocean waves which crashed towards them.

"Think we could use some of that peace right now." Y/n responded without even realising she had done so. It had been more of an inner thought which was screaming too loudly to not be voiced.

Y/n continued to look out onto the crystal teal, but the Doctor had noted the pain which littered her tone. He glanced to her without her realising so. The girl seemed completely infatuated with what was in front of her, but it was obvious her mind was somewhere else. She was in a different time to her own, a different country, yet her thoughts still seemed to consume her.

"How come you didn't want to go home?" Maybe the Doctor had been overstepping his mark, but if they were to spend God knows how long together now, they may as well get to know one another. "I don't know how long it'll be till it's safe again, a goodbye might have helped you?"

She was still looking at the water but her eyes had glossed over. Them thoughts which were so tempting had reeled her in and now it felt as if she were in the sea, fighting against the crashing waves and she was losing. Then Y/n glanced at the Doctor. "I don't have anyone to say goodbye to." She finally spoke through her gritted teeth.

He reached, slowly enough in that she could back away if wanted to, but she never made a move. His hand cupped her face, dragging his thumb against a single fallen tear. "I'm so sorry." He uttered.

She shook her head as if trying to shake away those plaguing memories. Her hand took his, bringing it to sit in her lap. "You know, I think I have this look. This look in my eye where if you paying close attention you can see it. And it's just there in a blink, screaming and yelling about someone who I've lost." She didn't know why she telling him this. Maybe because she didn't know him, maybe the idea of dying had gotten to her head. She wasn't sure, but the Doctor was hanging onto every word of it.

He knew that look. He knew that look far too well. That look taunted him every time he caught his own reflection and as much as he may shoved it away, trying lock that look into a box and throw away the key, it always found a way to creep back out. It just so happened that Y/n knew that. "The look, that same look, I see when I look at you, Doctor."

Y/n had the same worries in that maybe she was overstepping. Worries that didn't quieten until he replied, "I've lost a lot of someones." He said. "So, do me a favour, don't be next." His words prompted a smile which jumped to Y/n's lips.

Her head fell to his shoulder and her gaze reached the shore once more. "I don't plan on it."

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Living Nightmare

Chapter Three: Call it a Hunch

A/N: Alright, so I have a bit of a habit of disappearing and disappointing you all BUT here is another chapter to Living Nightmare and I hope I still have some readers! Honestly guys I feel bad that I keep saying I’m coming back and then disappearing on you guys. I’ve been a busy bee lately, I got really sick for a few weeks, I’m still doing school and I’ve got work, I’m kind of getting into a new relationship deal-y that is taking up a lot of my brain power lol and I barely know what day it is half the time 🤷‍♀️ I’m hoping that I just stop one day and actually get back to things I enjoy like writing, so please just give me some time <3 sorry for the long rant no one asked for :) hope you enjoy!

A/N2: oh, yeah and if you want to be tagged, link is at the bottom :)

WC: 5.5K

Series Master

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Previously...

“I think I found something when we were running.”

“What was it?” The Doctor asks.

“A house, near the edge of the town. It was the only thing in this place that didn’t look like it was going to fall apart with a touch.”

Kat’s cries quiet down and in the corner of your eye, you see her stand, taking heavy deep breaths. Everyone, except for you, watches her as she straightens herself out, glaring at the angel that just killed her brother. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

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Ophelia starts to lead the way to the random house in the Dream World as you glance at the Doctor who is just barely out of your reach, feeling your stomach churn after the presence of the Angels and the Daleks. The Doctor notices your gaze on him after a few moments, offering a small grin before he turns back to the rest of the group.

“Everyone be on the lookout,” The Doctor says as you hesitate to say something to him, “Who knows what else could be around the corner.”

Everyone nods, listening to Ophelia attempt to guide you all back to the house she had found. It was quiet as everyone pretends not to hear Kat cry silently while she holds Ophelia’s hand for comfort.

You fall back with the Doctor, taking his hand to let him know you want to talk. He meets your gaze with a curious one and keeps your hands locked in his. “It was angels.” You whisper to him, your voice breaking a little.

“What?”

“Weeping Angels.” Knowing he’s confused at what you’re getting at, you sigh. “I was scared of them and now Zak, he’s probably dead. I mean, who knows how these Angels work.”

The Doctor frowns before pulling both of you to a stop. He cups his hand against your cheek. “It’s not your fault."

You look between his eyes, letting your own flicker back and forth before you nod softly. “Maybe.” The Doctor’s hand falls from your touches as the two of you continue walking, finding yourselves behind the rest of the group. You swallow before taking a deep breath. “Do you um, do you remember the first time we encountered the Angels?” You ask him. “How scared I was when you, me and um- and Rose were shot back to the 1960s?”

“Of course, I do.” The Doctor says as soon as you finish your question. He lowers his voice. “I promised myself I’d never let you be that scared again.”

He smiles warmly at you and while walking, he puts his hand over your shoulder and pulls you close to him, enough to press a gentle kiss to your temple. When he pulls back enough to see you, you smile at him.

A smile that falls as soon as he looks away.

“This is it.” Ophelia calls out as a large colonial house appears in your sights, only a block away and the small cobble village behind you slowly disappears. Everyone turns to watch it slowly fade as Ophelia gulps loudly. “It didn’t do that last time.”

“Then this must be it, this must be the end!” Oliver’s excitement makes you shake your head.

“It can’t be.” You whisper and they all turn to you. “It’s too easy.”

Kat scoffs. “That was easy for you?”

“Kat-”

“You know she didn’t mean it like that.” Ophelia steps in and you silently thank her, glancing to the Doctor in the process but he was entirely focused on the house in front of you all.

“What do you think is inside?” His question renders everyone quiet and Kat’s argument with you no longer feels important. What was important was the look everyone shares before you take those first few steps and though you don’t turn around, you can hear 4 pairs of steps following off behind you.

You reach the front steps first, running your hand gently over the railing. You were about to take the first step up before a cracking behind you causes you to freeze and look over your shoulder, just in time for the floor beneath your feet to shake violently. It sends everyone to the ground as you clutch onto the railing. A crack through the ground separates you from the group and the Doctor and you meet eyes as matters turns worse. Almost 100 blue lights break out from the surrounding darkness. No one knows what to do. The crack in the ground is too wide for anyone else to get over and you were separated.

“Get inside!” The Doctor shouts at you before doing his best to stand up, helping up Kat who had fallen next to him as well.

“Run!” They all nod at you as you turn and struggle up the steps, feeling the ground beneath you tremble more with every step and by the time you reach the last step and turn over your shoulder for your friends, they were running off, heading in different directions, including the Doctor who ran off alone. The thing you notice most of all was the farther everyone gets from the house, the less they seemed like they are struggling to stand, unlike you who can barely find your footing. The door in front of you shoots open, attracting your attention and as the Daleks come closer to you, you make a decision and launch yourself forward as best as you could, narrowly throwing yourself through the doorway before the door slams shut.

There’s silence, no sound of the Daleks or rumbles from the ground. In fact, the ground wasn’t even moving anymore. It was like suddenly everything was still and you were laying alone on the ground of a random house in the middle of the Dream World.

Your breath skips as you push yourself to stand. The house looks empty. The banister in front of you leading upstairs was covered in dush, the shades are pulled closed, and all the lights are off, bathing you in darkness. You flick the light switch next to you and nothing changes.

“Okay,” you whisper to yourself, unsure what to do, “there has to be something.” There has to be. A random house in the middle of nothing and everything outside that was preventing you all to enter, there has to be something here. You head to your right, into what looks like living room, with a couch and a coffee table facing a turned off tv. That set up seems normal, but what causes you to pause was the bookshelves, several all around the room and yet each one as empty as the last. There were no books, no photos, no mementos, there was nothing. Besides the dust everywhere, the house looked pristine.

“Hello?” You call out without thinking, glancing behind you out of fear something would sneak up on you. “Is anyone here?”

There was no answer. You don’t know who or what you had expected to answer, but as you hear a crash from upstairs, you curse yourself for saying anything. You tread carefully upstairs, taking each step as slow as possible. There hasn’t been another sound telling you to go, but as you reach the top, you learn you don’t need it.

There were four doors upstairs. You could open each door and look inside, but there was only one door out of the four that had a sign on it.

“Bobby.” You whisper, standing in front of it and tracing the child’s name plate that hung perfectly on the door. It was the only thing in the house so far that even had a little bit of personality. Whatever you were supposed to find in this house, it had to be in this room.

Without knocking, you take a deep and trembling breath and turn the nob.

Just as you expected from the name plate, it was a child’s room. There were toys thrown everywhere, some broken and some old and worn down. The sheets on the bed were messy, looking slept in and a part of you wondered how anyone could sleep in this world. There were posters on the wall, books in the bookshelves, and quite a few clothes pulled out from the chest at the end of the bed. The room had everything.

The only thing it was missing was a child.

“Hello?” You call out softly, not wanting to scare Bobby if he really is in here. “Bobby? Are you here?” There was still no response. “I’m not going to hurt you, Bobby. I’m here to help.”

There was a small tumble next to you and as your head snaps to the side, you’re met with a closet. Internally you chuckle, you should’ve known to look in the closet, that’s where you used to hide as a child too.

“Bobby, I’m going to open the closet. Don’t be afraid, alright?” There was a small fear from you as well. What if it wasn’t Bobby in the closet? You didn’t have time to doubt yourself as you pull open the closet. You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a curled-up boy in the corner, tucking his head against his knees. You crouch down, keeping your distance, but offering a smile. “Bobby?”

“Please-” He cries out and your smile starts to slip. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Bobby, I’m not going to hurt you.” You whisper to him. “I want to help you.” He looks up at you, tear streaks mark his cheeks as you reach out to him. He looks down at your hands, then back at you, then slowly he puts his hand in yours and allows you to pull him out of the closet. The moment he was on his feet, he launches himself in your arms and you hold him tight, letting him cry into your shoulder. It was a few minutes before he finishes and as much as you were worried for your friends, you don’t rush Bobby. He looked like he was barely 8 years old, and you have no idea what he’s been through. He needed this and you did too.

“Are you going to get me out of here?” He mumbles against your shoulder before pulling away and wiping his eyes. He grabs your hand and you squeeze it gently.

“I’m going to try, Bobby, but I need your help.” He nods and sniffles. “Is anyone else here with you?” It takes a moment, but Bobby shakes his head. “How long have you been here?” It seems like Bobby takes a moment to think before furrowing his brows and glancing to the wall behind you. You match his look and turn around, feeling your stomach fall as you see marks made from a permanent marker stretching a large part of the wall.

“I tried to keep count.” Bobby whispers and pulls you to the wall. You let your finger trace over some of the marks. There were hundreds of them, there was no way this child had been in here for that long.

“Keep count of the days?”

Bobby shakes his head and glances to his bed, or rather under it. “How many times it comes.”

Bobby’s fear. He’s counting how many times his fear comes. You usher Bobby behind you and slowly kneel next to his bed. “It’s going to be okay.” You tell Bobby. Counting to three in your head, you quickly look under the bed, feeling your fear skyrocket until your met with nothing. Relief floods you as you smile back at Bobby, but his unease doesn’t lessen. In fact, within the next second, he’s jumping back towards the closet.

“It’s here!” He screams out only seconds before a growl shakes Bobby’s bed. You jump back, landing between the closet and the bed as you watch a giant, blue hand with nails as long as your head slip out from under it. Your eyes go wide as you scurry backwards, seeing a second hand join the other. “Get in here!” Bobby screams at you as another growl fills your ears. “Hurry!” You listen to the child, turning on the ground and dashing into the closet. As you close the door, you watch through the crack as Bobby’s fear finally fully appears. It’s 10 feet tall, having to bend its large frame to fit in the room and its two heads look around the room, fangs barred as it snarls, looking for its victim.

You and Bobby curl up in the closet, the boy burying himself as you hold him tightly. “Make it stop.” He begs you as quiet as he can.

“It’s okay.” You assure him, but even you had to admit that you were terrified. “It’s just a nightmare, Bobby. I won’t let it hurt you.” The creature on the other side of the door roars, making Bobby whimper as he closes his eyes tightly and clutch your shirt. “It’s just a nightmare.” You tell him again.

The creatures’ shadow slowly rises on the closet door, meaning he was close. Exit plans rush through your mind on how you’d get out of here with Bobby alive, but nothing seemed like it would work. “It’s just a nightmare.” You look down at Bobby at his barely whisper. You weren’t sure if he even knew he was repeating what you told him. “It’s just a nightmare.” He’s a little louder this time and the creature makes a noise of irritation and stumbles slightly from the closet door. “It’s just a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare.” With each one of Bobby’s statements, the creature cries out in pain this time.

“Bobby?” You whisper, wanting to make sure the boy was okay. He doesn’t answer you.

Instead, you close your eyes as he screams, “It’s just a nightmare!”

And suddenly the room goes quiet.

It takes you a short moment to work up the courage to open your eyes, but when you do, you’re met with nothing but white. The closet that Bobby and you were in had vanished, his room attached to it, too, was gone. It was only you and Bobby, huddled in a small space in nothing but white.

“Is it gone?” Bobby’s scared voice whispers as you struggle to find an answer. It was gone, everything was gone. Bobby’s eyes were still tightly closed as you glance at him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

“Bobby? Open your eyes,” he whimpers at your request and you shush him gently. “It’s okay, Bobby. It’s going to be okay, I just need you to open your eyes, for me, can you do that?”

He takes a deep breath and as you watch his eyes open, the room and the closet you were sat in flashes back to life. Bobby stares at you, hoping you knew what to do next, but you were scared, confused, and for the first time since you arrived in this fearful world, you had hope. You might know a way to get everyone home.

Bobby was still looking at you with scared eyes as you bring a finger to your lips. He nods. You peek out the closet, holding your breath and staying as quiet as you can. The creature is gone and so you pull open the doors, taking Bobby’s hand and pulling him out.

“Is he gone?” Bobby asks again, gripping your hand tightly.

“He is, Bobby. He’s gone.” Bobby only releases your hand to dash over to his tally wall and adds another mark. “How did you do that Bobby?” He furrows his brows. “How’d you make him disappear?”

The child is quiet for a moment, staring at his feet before he scurries over to his bed. “I don’t know.” He admits a little frightened. Just like him, you didn’t know what to say. Instead, you slowly take a seat next to him on the bed. “It’s never happened before. I-I just thought about what you said.”

Your eyes flicker over to him, remembering how he chanted your words back at the creature. Was that what made the creature leave? Bobby was afraid when he looked around the room and you knew you had to do something. You reach over and take his hand, making his eyes meet yours as you smile. “When I was younger, I used to be scared of the empty house next door. I would have to pass by it on my way to school and it made me very, very afraid.” You start to tell him, remembering how scared you used to be. Bobby scoots closer to you, resting your hands in his lap as he listens. “Now, that fear followed me until I was a grown up, and then one day, a man,” You pause thinking about the Doctor as a smile slowly appears on your face, “a really amazing man, flew across the stars just to protect me from my fears. Turns out that house that I was so afraid of, it was just a house.”

Bobby had been paying attention to your story, looking up at you with interested eyes before he says, “I don’t get it.”

You chuckle at him. “What I’m trying to say, sometimes everyone needs someone to sit with them and show them that it’s okay to be afraid, but you can be stronger than your fears. I had the man, my Doctor, to show me.” You can see your words are getting through to Bobby a little and you wonder if anyone has told him that before. “Do you have anyone Bobby?”

“I have my parents! But they’ve been too busy with work lately.” Bobby is silent for a moment before perking up a little. “I have my granny.” His shoulders fall as just quick as he perked. “But she’s been scary lately too.”

“That’s alright.” You offer him a comforting smile. “How about for now, I’ll show you.”

Bobby agrees with a smile.

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With Bobby’s hand still in yours, you lead him back out of the house to hopefully where your friends are. Bobby gets as close to you as he can. “Is this your first time out of the house?” Bobby hums a yes and grips your hand tighter. You welcome the gesture as you stand on the house’s porch, seeing the cracks from earlier no longer separating you from leaving.

Off in the distance, you see a few bodies and you stop, wanting to make sure it was your friends before bringing Bobby out to them. Your worries are put to rest when you hear Ophelia yell your name and three people run your direction. You sigh in relief but before you think to bring Bobby to them, you count again.

Three.

Three people.

Someone’s missing.

You hold your breath as they get closer and closer and soon you can make out their faces in the darkness. There was Oliver and Ophelia, holding hands and running with smiles, and behind them, Kat with a frown on her face as she avoids looking at you.

“Where is he?” You ask in a panic when they slow down, eyeing the child clutching to your arm. “Where is the Doctor?”

Ophelia shakes her head; her smile fades as your stomach sinks. She opens her mouth to speak before someone else beats her to it.

“Right here, Love.” It’s the Doctor’s soft voice that calls your attention as the four of you turns your heads to see him run slightly to you. Your pounding heart settles for only a moment until he’s looking at you and that pounding increases with every step he takes in your direction.

Until the moment he’s stopped in front of you with his hands resting on the sides of your neck and his thumbs gently tilt your head back for the perfect position to meet his lips with yours.

You can’t breathe and you’re not sure if you want to, to risk this moment of kissing the Doctor slipping right through your fingers. So instead, you clutch his trench coat, and bring him as close to you as possible as you lose yourself in the feeling of him.

But it’s pulled away too quickly as the ground around you starts to shake.

“Oh no, not this again.” Kat groans out as you jump from the Doctor, looking into his eyes as long as you can. He was smiling at you, and he reaches forward, taking your hand in his. “Oi!” Kat claps at the two of you as you finally look away from the Doctor. “As cute as… this is,” she gestures to you and the Doctor, “-can you focus on finding a way out of here?”

Your eyes widen as you turn toward Bobby who was standing scared next to you, trying to keep his balance as the ground stops swaying. “Alright Bobby,” you say as everyone watches you talk to the young boy, “If you haven’t fully trusted me yet, right now, you’re going to need to. Can you do that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oliver asks as he continues to clutch Ophelia’s hand.

“He was who we were supposed to find in the house?” Pheli questions and you smile at the kid and nod.

“I think I know how we’re going to get out of here and that’s with Bobby.” You tell them all, squeezing Bobby’s hand. “When we were in his room, we were attacked by this monster thing- Bobby’s nightmare. It comes to him regularly but today, just now as we were in the house, something else happened- I don’t know how to explain it!”

“What happened?” Kat pushes, almost growling as her desire to get out of this Dream World reaches its peak.

“I said it was only a nightmare.” Bobby fills in and looks up to you with furrowed brows.

You nod, crouching to his level. “Yes, Bobby, you did. And afterwards, something else happened. When you had your eyes closed, the room we were in, it no longer existed.”

A chorus of questioning went around your friends.

“There was nothing there.” You tell them. “No monster or bedroom or cramped closet we were hiding in. There was only me and Bobby in a sea of white.” No one knows what to say to you. You must’ve seemed mad and rightfully so, but as you look up at all of your friends, you can see that they felt the same as you had earlier. They had hope. The only one who looked skeptical at this point was the Doctor and, ignoring the newfound nerves in your stomach, you smile at him. “Call it a hunch, Doctor. You just have to trust me.”

That I can do, he would always say but this time he just stares at Bobby before nodding, silently agreeing to your spur of the moment plan. Bobby had stayed silent too, terrified over the possibility of what you may ask him. “What do I have to do?” He whispers, clutching your hand out of fear.

“Do you remember what I told you earlier?” You whisper back to him, thinking about your time in the closet. Bobby pauses before shaking his head. “I told you that I would help you with your fears.” He smiles at you and you return the gesture. “Now I want you to close your eyes, just like you did in the closet, okay?” Bobby nods and before long, his eyes were closed. “Think of home Bobby, alright? Think of your family and think of your friends, your house, but most importantly, think of life outside of this dream world.” You don’t have to ask Bobby if he was thinking about any of those things as his shoulders sag in relief and his smile slowly grows on his face. You look over your shoulder to see everyone looking at you intently. You open your mouth to speak again,but a growl rips through the air before you can. Bobbys eyes open wide as he clings onto you, staring back at the house you both just walked out of.

“What the hell was that?!” Ophelia screams as another growl shoots through the air accompanied by a loud splitting crack in the house as the ground shakes with each footstep the creature takes.

“Bobby’s nightmare.” You tell them, holding onto the boy. “It’s back.”

“We have to hurry!” Oliver says and you nod, trying to pull Bobby off of you to continue with your so-called hunch.

“Bobby, please!” You cry out, taking the boy’s hands. “You have to listen to me! You have to trust me!”

“I wanna go home!” Bobby cries out and your heart breaks for the child, it truly does but right now you needed him to listen.

You cup his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your thumbs as a hand is placed gently on your shoulder. Glancing up, you see the Doctor smiling down at you. It would be nice if he would help, but the support was good enough. “Close your eyes, Bobby.” You tell him again and it takes a few moments but soon Bobby’s eyes are closed. “Now focus back on what you were thinking earlier, only this time I want you to repeat after me.” He nods. “It’s just a Nightmare.”

“It’s just a nightmare.” Bobby repeats as he shakes.

You sigh quietly. “Come on, Bobby, you can do better than that!” You say in as playful and kind of a tone as you can muster. “Shout those words, Bobby! I wanna hear them loud and clear! It’s just a nightmare!” You call out into the air and your overdramatic yelling pulls a small chuckle out of Bobby.

“It’s just a Nightmare!” The creature was getting louder as you yell again, followed by Bobby’s strong “It’s just a nightmare!”

“Louder, Bobby!” The creature breaks through the front door. You keep your hold on Bobby’s head, refusing to let him turn around and see it. The Doctor seemed to have the same idea as he moves himself, putting him right between the Creature and Bobby. You smile at him behind his back.

The creature was getting closer with every second that passes, staring down the Doctor until finally, Bobby squeezes your hands the tightest he has ever and shouts loud and clear, “IT’S JUST A NIGHTMARE!”

The white flashes bright all around you as the Dream World simmers away and gasps were heard from almost everyone except the still trembling Bobby. You glance around the Doctor in time to see the creature fall apart at his feet, turning into ash before disappearing for good.

“Bobby,” you whisper, unable to hold back your smile. “You did it.”

This time, when Bobby opens his eyes, the white land you’ve managed to find yourself in doesn’t disappear and the child in front of you looks around in disbelief.

You were right.

Well, kind of. You’ve made it out of the darkness of the Dream World, but you weren’t back home just yet. For that, you no clue what to do.

You turn to the Doctor, needing his ideas or at least his giddy smile that finally something was going right, but he just looks around, slowly taking your hand as he does so. His grip was tight, much tighter than he had held your hand throughout your whole visit to this world. “Doctor?” you start to ask him if he was alright before Ophelia places her hand on your shoulder and shakes it gently.

She’s silent and so you copy, turning around with the Doctor’s hand still in yours as Ophelia nods towards to Bobby behind you. His eyes were closed tight and he was mumbling words under his breath. He’s pulled everyone attention and he has no clue.

Slowly, he gets louder and louder, until you can finally hear what he has been chanting. “I want us all to go home. I want us all to go home. I want us all to go home!” On his last shout, Bobby opens his eyes wide and right in front of you all opens a previously non-existent door with an exit sign right above it.

“He made an exit.” The Doctor whispers, staring at the door in front of you all. You turn to him and smile, receiving one in return as finally things were looking up for you all.

“I knew I could do it!” Bobby cheers with the happiest look on his face as he turns to you. “I just felt like I could and- and I did!” He rushes against you, hugging your lower half of your body as you hold him close, proud of him. He did all by himself, he wasn’t scared, he knew he could do it.

“Should we just…” Oliver trails off as he gestures to the door. Ophelia takes his hand, pausing for a moment before the two of them slowly make their way to the exit.

“Wait-” Kat stops them before turning to you and the Doctor, meeting your eyes for the first time without anger set behind them. “What about everyone else trapped in here? Do we just leave them to find their own ways out, or do they have doors for themselves?”

Your stomach sinks at the thought that anyone else would be trapped here but Bobby extinguishes your worries as he closes his eyes, thinks hard for a few moments before sighing in relief. “There,” He says. “Everyone has a door. I know it.”

No one struggles to believe Bobby, the child has gotten you all this far, you believe he can get everyone else out too. With the knowledge that everyone will be okay, Ophelia and Oliver finally open the door, relieving a beam of light that has you all wincing for a moment. Then, without much of a wait, the two step through. Kat follows after them, sending one last look back towards the last of you all before she steps through too.

Bobby takes a step forward before stopping and turning to you and the Doctor. “Are you coming?”

The Doctor’s hand is still tight around yours as you nod. “Go ahead, Bobby,” you smile, “We’ll be right behind you.” The child takes you at your word as he skips over to the door, disappearing in the bright light.

The Doctor and you stand in silence, him in the same spot he was when the door appeared and you with one step closer to it. You chuckle softly and face him, staring into the eyes of the man you knew all too well.

“I have to admit,” you say, making the Doctor raise a brow for you to continue, the smile on his face ever present, “you almost had me fooled. I mean, that kiss, that was…” You clear your throat,” but kissing me wasn’t the first mistake you’ve made.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” The Doctor asks softly, cupping your face with his free hand and you force yourself not to lean into his touch.

You put your hand on top of his and slowly remove it from your face. “I kept asking myself, what was the Doctor truly afraid of?” You can hardly look him in the eyes, “What would walk through the next door that would have you scared in your converse, but I always came to the first memory I have of you being scared. Do you remember that?” You give the Doctor a moment to come up with the answer, to come up with any answer, but he can’t. He remains silent and a dry laugh escapes you before you can even stop it. “It was you lost me when we were fighting the first Daleks I’ve ever seen. I could hear you scream my name from the other room.” Tears threaten to pool in your eyes as you think back to that moment. “And when I found you and it was all over, you hugged me and wouldn’t let me go for a whole 5 minutes. That was the first time I saw you truly scared.” You swallow harsh, feeling the Doctor’s grip tighten ever so slightly to the point it was starting to hurt. You take a deep breath. “That’s also why I know that you’re not you.”

The Doctor once again stays silent, unnerving you greatly with how little he’s said. After what feels like years but would only be mere seconds, he chuckles just enough to send your heart falling. “What are you talking about?” He asks, trying to put his hand back on your face, but before he can do so, you pull it away.

“You’re not the Doctor.”

He just smiles at you. “Then what am I?”

The two of you stand there, hand in hand with your heart broken in several pieces. The sound of a door closing behind you should surprise you; it should scare you, but it doesn’t because you know the truth.

“You’re my nightmare.”

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