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    The Evaela Kiara showed was lush and thriving, perfectly fine and unharmed. It warmed part of the Doctor's heart to see this done, even if Galifrey could not be sparred. The pain of his home being destroyed was not only a wound ripped open, but for all those years in that... dream it had festered and infected him. Galifrey... it had been destoryed and not only because of him, but the time lock had only sealed it's fate not saved it.


    No! That wasn't what Kiara had told him that had happened to Galifrey! But no one knew what had really happened to Galifrey. Could it be that it was really like that? Dead? Gone? His whole family... His daughter leading him to his dead wife, his son holding a rotten baby corpse, his granddaughter's baby shoes tied around her throat. The Doctor shivered just thinking out what had happened. Could it really have? He had no way of knowing what fate befell Galifrey.


    The Time Lord pulled himself out of the memories of the... dream and back to reality he had with Kiara. He had to focus, now was not the time to relapse.
    "She would." It had been a long time since he had had to control his voice to only show certain emotions and now he sucked at it. His voice was deep and laced with worry, but strangled as tried to not think. To not think any more than he had to or he'd go down a rabbit hole that would take days for Kiara to bring him up from.


    His first daughter, a baby girl stood in the Tardis, blonde hair in braids and her mother's pretty eyes, blue, like the sea. Red marks on her face and her school clothing torn and ripped She called him daddy and ran towards him. Fingers shifted to claws and blue eyes turned black.


    The Doctor cringed from the vision and in a blink she was gone. No! Thinking about Galifrey was starting to unplug the dream he had started stuffing deep in his mind. He had to be strong! For Kiara... Good! For Kiara... STABLE! For Kiara...




    "Yes. WE are better that the Doctor, we know when to mess with time and when to not. Now that I've told you the rules and explained a bit of history..." The Master rolled his eyes. "Go on and choose a place on the Tardis map and I'll drive. I can teach you how to use the Tardis again while we travel. This one is a freebie. Now go on, Collector."


    The Collector was like an excited child... The Master adored him. The Master loved him. He hoped he could preserve some of the Collectors innocence.


    OOC: Totally!!!!! I never realized it before now, but it does! The Doctor as Moses?
    Might have to work the song into the rp...

    OOC: Hehehe I agree!!!! When you said that, I thought of the Doctor and Master singing that song to each other.....DOCTOR WHO THE MUSICAL! XD


    IC:
    Kiara felt a twinge of negative feelings through the basic bond she shared with the Doctor. At first, it was sadness. Then, the negative feelings grew and festered. He was scared now. When she looked up at him, his dark hazel eyes were wide. She could hear his hearts racing and he was wringing his hands together. His jaw was clenched tightly, as if he was trying not to scream. His eyes darted from side to side as if something was going to come out and swallow him home.


    Oh no, she was losing him again!


    Instead of going through a full panic episode or hitting the Doctor until he woke up from the nightmare, Kiara gently took his face between her hands so that he was looking at her and only her. "Doctor...My brave, wonderfully stupid Doctor," she chuckled softly as she rubbed his skin worth the ball of her thumb. "You are the last person in the universe that deserves this pain. I wish I can make all of your nightmares disappear Doctor. I see what you see. I know what you dream. I'm the Watcher. Your Watcher. This time, its not you has to look out for me. More so the other way around.


    I need you to focus, Doctor. We are going to get through this. What you say was a dream. The Master generated based on your fears. All of that was your imagination. But, this is real. We are real." Still leaving one hand cupped to his cheek, she pulled out the screwdriver. Now taking the other hand away, Kiara opened up his hands, placing the screwdriver in them before closing his fingers around it. "Here...you didn't have this in the dream...How can you? The Master didn't want you to escape."



    The Collector was a child. One that had to grow up too fast but shouldn't. He was the innocent one, the one that tilted his head to the side when boys talked about girls. He was the kid who winced, eyes wide when parents raised their voices. The Collector was the small child looked up to his brother when he needed him the most. Even though he was old for a human, the Collector was extremely young for a time-lord.


    However, the Collector did have his dark side that had yet to show. He was the man that people paid for to assassin someone. He was the one that smiled as you gasped for breath, looking down at you with a craze gleam in his eyes. The one that would study his bloody knuckles as if was the most glorious thing he had ever saw. The Collector was insane, losing it now that he had once again returned to the life that turned him into one of the most feared beings in the entire galaxy.


    Now though he looked nothing like that. Grinning, he darted into the Tardis, eagerly calling the Master to hurry up. Viewing the Tardis map, he decided he wanted to visit markets on the planet Akhaten.

    Focus... Focus! The Doctor commanded himself as he looked at Kiara. She was a human, gifted with her wits and her human-humanie-ness. Her brown hair led down to a pair of matching eyes and she was talking to him, moving beautifully pink lips. She was telling him about... His granddaughter and daughter stood side by side, one a monster and the other wearing her baby shoes as a tight necklace. Blood dripped down their faces from their eye. The two of them stood on either side of Kiara. . About her. Kiara was the... The watcher? Of him? Sounded like a bad babysitting job. No... She was The Watcher. Sounded like a Galifreyian name. She was complimenting him too. Scratching, scratching, the little monsters tore off his pants leg and were scratching one deep line into his each of his legs over and over.


    A fragile human, they break so easily, die so much. They made him so very sad when they died. Kiara wanted to keep traveling with him. She wanted to make him better. He believed her. That was a dream. It was a dream, it was a dream, it was a dream! Yet somehow being in the control room, talking about Galifrey had triggered those memories and not only played out the scenes that had happened, but incorporated them into the scenes that were happening. It had been a dream, but that didn't erase the mental scars he carried and had to get over. He had returned from something akin to being taken prisoner in a war and tortured for information except it was worse.


    Dark eyes switched from looking at Kiara to looked down and at their right and left sides. He felt a new weight in his hands and he carefully brought it up to his face to look at. He knew what it was rolling it around in his hands, he just had to confirm it. He turned it in his hands a few times before aiming it on Kiara's left side then right side. The sonic being pointed at his daughter and granddaughter made them seize up in agony, burns appearing on them and their veins bulged out before they burst, splattering blood everywhere. The whole incident left the Doctor shaking and feeling like the console room was suddenly much too big and he felt far too tired for any more. It didn't feel safe here anymore.
    "Bed?" A shaky voice asked, his shaky voice. His hands gripped her arms tighter to try to stop the tremors that assaulted him. When he looked again the blood was gone and his legs were perfectly fine.



    The Master steered the Tardis to the planet, showing the Collector a few of the controls. He showed the young Time Lord the first set of buttons and dials, the most simple and basic ones. The Master landed the Tardis smoothly. "After a few trips I'll let you take over that spot of the Tardis." The older time lord would never admit how nice it felt to not be the only pilot. The Tardis was built for several Time Lords to drive, not one.

    "PTSD..." Kiara mumured under her breath. Was it possible for other beings to get that? Well, it would make sense. Any living thing she supposed with a concious mind would be capable of it. What the Doctor endured was agonizing, beyond words of pain. And it wasn't just the dream. It was before that. The dream was what triggered it.


    "Okay, Doctor. Bed," she replied softly as she slowly helped him down the steps of the Tardis. "Rest well, ol' girl," she called out over her shoulder as the lights flickered down now that the two beings were out of the console room. Entering the room again, she let the Doctor crawl back into his den, watching him and sighing softly.


    Kiara lowered herself down at the entrance, unsure if the Doctor would want her in at the moment. She was rather tired herself-laying around with the Doctor and not moving did have that toll on her. Kiara's eyes drooped, struggling to keep open. Frustrated, she rubbed them with her fist, trying to remain awake.


    The Doctor was scared...and sad....Slowly, almost timidly, she crawled into the den and sat down next him. "Doctor...I have to admit I don't understand what you are going through. I can't even begin to imagine the pain you felt even though I have seen it myself. But...maybe....maybe if you try to instead think of the better memories, the ones that are stronger than any darkness, you might find some peace."


    Leaning back against the wall, she began to sing softly. It was song someone sang to her when she was younger....she couldn't remember who. Ironic though. She could see just about anything and yet there was something she couldn't remember in her younger life. Kaira wasn't sure why she sang in. Maybe it was a lullaby, maybe it was because she wanted to sing for some odd reason, or maybe it was because the Doctor seemed to be more relaxed with sound and music around him.


    It started out as a feeling
    Which then grew into a hope.
    Which then turned into a quiet thought.
    Which then turned into a quiet word.
    And then that word grew louder and louder
    Until it was a battle cry.



    I'll come back
    When you call me.
    No need to say goodbye.


    Just because everything changing
    Doesn't mean it's never been this way before.
    All You can do is try to know who your friends are
    As you head off to the war.


    Pick a star on the dark horizon
    And follow the light.
    You'll come back
    When it's over
    No need to say goodbye.
    You'll come back
    When it's over
    No need to say goodbye.


    Now we're back to the beginning.
    It's just a feeling and no one knows yet.
    But just because they can't feel it to
    Doesn't mean you have to forget.


    Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
    Until they are before your eyes.
    You'll come back
    When they call you.
    No need to say goodbye.
    You'll come back
    When they call you.
    No need to say goodbye.



    The Collector took in every word the Master said. He observed every movement, every action. The young time-lord studied the way the Master held himself up, the way he communicated. He was the proper time-lord. And the Collector wanted to be like him. He wanted to make the time-lords proud. He wanted to be the symbol of what a true time-lord was.


    OOC: I keep forgetting to ask you but what is the name of the song that you used recently...the one the Tardis was playing overhead?

    OOC: Some Nights? I didn't use the last part of it because it didn't fit, but the rest did. It's a fun little song even if it doesn't mean much.


    IC: The blankets were still warm from when they left and the Doctor found confirm that he was still orientated in reality's time. The dream had thrown him off quite a bit and the recent visions were alarming. It scared him, that he was seeing these things. It made him ask questions he had never thought of asking before. He always worked like everything was reality, but what if he got worse? What if one of his adventures was entirely made up in his head? How would he know? It was unsettling.


    He was tired. The Doctor, the arguable savior of planets, adventurer, father and friend was tired of running. He was tired of fighting. All he wanted to do was have the Tardis land in a nice planet where he could spend the rest of his days in peace. Except the whole friggen universe was against that and kept sending things to get in his way and cause him to fight and war. All he wanted was some peace! Here there was peace, in this room with it's warm blankets and singing. Kiara had a lovely singing voice. Except the human seemed hesitant. Was she scared of him? He didn't want that. He wanted Kiara, his companion, to feel comfortable around him and those visions had robbed him of that! He felt cheated... He was going to fix it! The singing continued, but the Doctor pulled Kiara inside the den she had made for him. Much better.


    He didn't pull her in to the middle of the den, just on the edge. She was welcome, she had built it after all! She saved him, gifting to him the sonic which he still held against him like a long lost teddy bear. He cast a weary look around the room, searching for blood and old friends back from the dead, but finding none he let himself lay down to rest. The rest of Kiara's song drifting through the air sending him to a peaceful rest.


    The Tardis was scared for her thief. Never had fear stolen his curiosity away as it did now. Never had he cowered in a room and looked so skittish. There were so many futures that could be the Doctor's fate. There were so few that she decided were acceptable that she sent a brief flicker of worry to Kiara as a warning.


    The Master was very polite talking, planned and calculated. He pressed as few buttons on the Tardis as possible, but still achieved maximum efficiency.
    "You can read the instruction manual when we get back." Ekhaten was one of the more advanced planets, perfect for teaching a young time lord. Stepping out onto the planet was when their first adventure started, a sky car zooming by the front of the Tardis.
    "The golden city of Ekhaten, Collector."
    Have fun...

    OOC: Imma look it up!


    IC:
    The Collector looked around in wonder, grinning. There were so many different speices here! However, he did remember what the Master said. Observe…We didn’t interfere. We blended in. So, the OClelctor forced to calm his hearts down, to stop almost dancing around like a five year old. He looked at the Master, “It’s amazing!”


    Oh, he wanted her in there with him. The thought warmed Kiara as she snuggled slightly closer to the Doctor. By the time Kiara was done singing, the Doctor was asleep. She gently ran her fingers through his thick, slightly longer hair. It was about the length when he and River got married. Not a real wedding….


    The thought of River made Kiara curious. Perhaps she could help…was it possible? Could they still find her? If so, Kiara decided to figure that out in the morning. Right now, she was too tired to really think. There was concern rippling through the bond and it wasn’t for the Doctor. Kiara sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. “I know, I know….He just needs…something happy. Something to prove that no matter what, lit overcomes darkness. I just don’t know how to show it to him.”


    With that thought, Kiara fell into darkness, into warm inviting sleep…..


    She woke up, blinking around. There was no true form of night and day here. They were kind of in the middle of space. But, Kiara liked to think it was morning. Looking around, she found the Doctor gone. He was never gone. Even if he woke up first, he was still there. Always there.


    “Doctor?” No answer. Crawling out of the den, Kiara searched the room and bathroom. Nope. Not there. The door was flung open however. Gulping, she headed down the hallway, calling out to the Doctor. He wasn’t in the library or the medic room or the kitchen. Where was he? The console room? There was a spring of hope. Maybe he was better! So, she took off, running.


    She reached the console room, though the hope vanished replaced with panic. He wasn’t in there, running about. He wasn’t under the console, tinkering with wires or parts. She looked at the Tardis, who was rather quiet and touched the console. Then, something caught her eyes. It was in the blank screen. It looked like a figure but it was dark…..and high.


    Her eyes widen and she gasped, whipping around and looking up. There was the Doctor, suspending from one of the rafters. He was hanging there by his bowtie, spinning lightly. He had given up….He gave up…..Something hot and wet leaked form her eyes and Kiara cried out, “DOCTOR!”


    Her eyes flew open and she laid there, panting heavily. She was drenched in sweat, something Kiara would find rather unattractive and gross if she wasn’t in the middle of panicking. Her entire body was shaking, trembling with fear. And, she was crying. Looking next to her, she found that she had somehow curled up next to the Doctor. He was there. Here, not dangling from the ceiling of the Tardis. He wouldn’t do that….right? The Doctor…he couldn’t? He was stronger than that! He knew things would get better…right?


    Kiara buried her head into her arms and began to cry softly so that she wouldn’t wake up the Doctor.

    "Yes." The Master nodded in agreement. "Now, I want you to figure out the history of this planet, mainly it's past. I'll follow along by you." It was the Master's way of giving the Collector a very long 'leash' as it were. He was letting the young time lord explore, but with an escort incase he got into trouble. The Master wanted to keep his young friend safe and time undamaged. He looked at this as the best way to do both of those efficiently.


    The Doctor's sleep was disturbed at that point like he could hear the crying of his companion in his dreams. He was awakened by them, tugged from the black oblivion back to reality for a while. He ran a hand through Kiara's hair like she did to him. It was long, brown and really should be more smooth, but that time was probably directed more towards him than her own hair. He felt bad. What could make Kiara cry like this? She looked at him and her red rimmed eyes was proof that she had been crying. He wasn't good with other crying people, he usually directed them towards someone that could comfort them, but there was only him. It was late and he was tired and was sure she was it he was. He placed his hands on her head.
    "Kiara? Let me put you to sleep tonight. You need a good night's rest." He needed permission to mess with someone's mind. Except he found her mind open already to his suggestions so he simply imagined perfect sleep... And couldn't help it, but something had made his companion cry and he wouldn't have it. He had to take the memory of why his companion cried. He just... He had to.


    He gently lowered Kiara back down on the large bed. His poor companion... To have a dream like that must have been terrible. He could handle it, though. What's one more bad memory? But as the minutes passed and with no one to knock him out, the Doctor just stared at the top of the fort. He knew he should feel childish fun, being in a fort, but at the same time he felt his age. He felt old.


    If the Tardis had anyone to contact by now she would have, she knew her thief needed help, but there was no place left in time for her to send him to River, for all intensive purposes Riversong was dead and bringing that computer like her would have made the Doctor worse, she knew.

    When Kiara woke up later that day (again, she assumed it was later in the day rather even though there was no sense of time aboard the Tardis), she found herself on the Doctor's bed. Blinking in confusion, she pulled herself up and rubbed her eyes. What happened?


    There was a dream, no nightmare. Yea nightmare. Crying and sweating...yes there was a whole lot of that. Someone running fingers through her hair.....the Doctor?


    Wait, he spoke an entire long sentence! He asked her to let him...make her sleep? Right...wait, did she say yes? Kiara thought she must have because here she was, in the bed just waking up. She was outside the fort instead of inside....ugh, her stupid dreaming must have disturbed him!


    The Doctor wasn't by her side so she figured he must have attempted to sleep back in the fort. Slowly, she got up and showered, needing it. Kiara found a fresh change of clothes waiting for her as well as a warm towel. Muttering a thanks to the TARDIS, Kiara dried off and slipped on comfortable dark blue jeans and a red-black plaid shirt. Using the brush, she fought with her hair for the next ten minutes before it finally smoothed out.


    Leaving the bathroom after cleaning up her mess, Kiara placed her hands on her hips. Food. She needed it and so did the Doctor. "Doctor?" The girl called out to her companion...wait....hahaha the Doctor the companion. It was a funny thought that made her grin and laugh out loud.

    Time Lords as a species didn't need much sleep, only when their body demanded it. Laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling he wasn't sure if he had his body's fill of sleep or if it was him that couldn't go to bed. After hours of staring he found himself dug deep into thoughts and reflecting on everything that had happened. He was broken from his thoughts when Kiara spoke his name.


    He rolled to the edge of the bed, head falling off the corner and looking upside down at Kiara. He smiled at her, white teeth showing. Good morning... Hello. How'd you sleep? Was it good? Your hair is wet. You took a shower and combed your hair. Do you want it dried? Shower elevators are cool. You changed. The Tardis provided clothes. I have a four story closet would you like clothes from it? I don't know why, but I have a lot of girl clothes. Or I could borrow clothes from somewhere. The sonic screwdriver makes ATMs spit out money. You look hungry. Is that why you called me? Are we getting food? What kind of food? Are we going to another planet? Eating in? Why do humans like pizza so much... I don't understand.
    "Hi." He said instead, making no effort to move, even though he could feel the blood rush to his head.


    Laughing, something was funny about him. Something was funny all the time, apparently he did strange things. It was good to see her smile. He liked it when he did.

    Kiara hadn't realized he never moved from the bed. it was strange...dang, she must have been tired not to notice. The thought of him sleeping next to her was strangely comforting...and it had caused a nice blush to appear on her face. Why must every girl's mind come to think of that? Okay, maybe not all girls. Most girls though. Is that what Martha thought when the Doctor and her also shared a bed? How many times did he and Rose have to split the bed up? Did they ever?


    Most important question: Why in h*ll was she thinking this?


    Shaking her head as if to make all those weird thoughts go away, she bounded forward, sliding onto her knees so that she was directly over him. "Hi," Kiara responded, smiling softly at him. She blew cool air onto his face, knowing it would smell like mint because she had also brushed her teeth.


    "We are getting food. You are hungry and I'm hungry." With that, she hopped up, grabbing the Doctor's wrists and dragged him into a sitting position since he looked like he was going to to pass out. Giggling, she waited a few moments for that he didn't feel lightheaded when he stood before tugging him along.


    Kiara found that she had to do that often. It was the only way to get the Doctor to move. Luckily, the kitchen was the next door down and it had appeared the Tardis had shrunk it to a smaller size...probably for the Doctor's sake. "Alright, Doctor. What are you in he mood for?"

    Anything that happened in the past, especially pertaining to the Doctor was information ready and waiting to call on. Her thoughts summoned images of the Doctor showing his companions to their rooms, fidgeting when one got a little too close. Except Rose, with Rose there was a different face and a different way of acting. There was tossed bed sheets and warm, lips, but the Doctor had never... He loved Rose, but he still held back, not doing quite what lovers did. He stopped before they did anything. Further back, much further, surrounded by his grandchildren and his wife, he had. He shared more than a bed in order to have so many children. That was Galifrey and the Doctor was in his youth, gleaming eyes that hadn't known pain.


    That was over and this was the Doctor that was left. Somehow he still laughed as he was dragged, an expressive face showing amusement. He looked around the kitchen and threw open every cabinet and drawer, looking through each of them. His eyes still sparkled with amusement, more alive than they'd been in a while. He collected bowls and ingredients, occasionally taking a bite of something and either throwing that thing in or throwing it down the hall. As soon as it hit the ground the Tardis cleaned herself. In a rare instance he found pears horrible enough to throw out into deep space. He was left with chocolate, custard, butter, milk, soda, cheese, garlic bread, flour, sugar, pepper and a mango. He placed them in front of Kiara expectantly. He figured that if he didn't like something by it's self how was he suppose to like it with anything else?


    The Tardis put up with the Doctor doing things like that, but only for today. How happy had she seen her Doctor in the past few days? If he was happy she would do nothing to sour his mood.

    Kiara was speechless as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen, vaguely watching the Doctor go about the kitchen. She might have moved once because the Doctor had gone to throw the pears out into space, but other than that didn't move at all....wait, did the Tardis show her....


    "Ah, I didn't need to see that," she murmured under her breath, the blush increasing. Ah, ah, ah, okay. Okay. So, Rose was Rose. Yes, Rose was very special to the Doctor. Very special. And so was River. River his wife. River was dead though...right? Was she? Yes, Kiara was sure the pretty professor with the crazy hair was gone, much to her disappointment. River seemed really nice, really good for the Doctor. She had hoped perhaps River could get him out of the hole he was in now.


    But, it must be up to her. Kiara stepped into the kitchen and hung out around the counter area until the Doctor dropped a bunch of random food onto the surface. She raised an eyebrow, though there was a smile on her lips. "Really? You are lucky you have the Tardis otherwise there would be a huge mess to clean up."


    She shook her head, grabbing the milk, and strolled towards the cabinets. "I think the Timelord needs a lesson in cooking!"


    And thus, Kiara began. She grabbed eggs, cinnamon, and vanilla extract. She mixed them together before grabbing some thick french bread she found tucked away in the back away from the Doctor. Soon, there was a pan on the stove and the sizzling sound of food cooking. Finally, when she was done, Kiara grabbed the plate of French Toast, walking back over to the Doctor. She pulled the butter closer as well as the mango, slicing that into pieces. Scrounging about, she found a half bottle of maple syrup.


    Setting that also on the counter, Kiara grinned at the Doctor. "French Toast! Best breakfast out there!" Not really, but Kiara was hungry. She gave the Doctor four pieces in case he was going to try some and she gave herself four pieces, spreading butter and syrup on top. Smirking at the Doctor, Kiara took a bit of her creation. Mhmmmmm.....Food! It tasted so good!

    The Tardis had warned Kiara that with the knowledge of the past came consequences and Kiara had taken them on willingly. To know all the knowledge of everything that has every happened at once would kill a human. Instead the knowledge simply sat in Kiara's head, waiting to be called on, waiting to be needed. There had never been a true quiet moment with his wife, River. They had never been able to... complete the marriage.


    The Doctor, unaware of her thoughts, slowly picked up a piece of the bread and popped it in his mouth. He gave it an odd look. It just tasted... unfinished... it needed...
    "Chocolate!" He took the bar he had found and took a knife to cut it. The sharp blade triggered something as he made his first slice.
    She held the knife over him, red glistening off the shiny steal. How- where had she gotten it down here? The Doctor could hear his voice, raw and painful, pleading with her, but she held him down again, drawing on his skin. At first it was small pictures, lines cut into lines, but she had wanted him to be hers. Forever. She had cut deeply that day, where it almost poked his organs, RS carved into his back forever.

    He dropped the knife with a clatter, the edge nicking a finger, but he didn't care. He stood over her as she screamed, it was her turn to plead, but red was all he saw as he brought it down again and again and again. He brought it down till the only sound that could be heard was the wet sound of his knife plunging into her. Up down up down up down. Blood coated him, blood coated her. They were both red.


    The Doctor shook, tremors making his steady hands shake. He tried to act natural, pretend that hadn't happened. That wasn't real. He knew that wasn't real. It was a part of that dream! He took another bite of the french stuff. He saw River standing in the doorway. She was yelling at him. Yelling at him for stabbing her as wounds appeared on her chest and blood blossomed forth from them, staining her white dress. He stood there, another Doctor with dark, dark eyes and blood stained clothes and that one grinned at him, walking forward and leaning against Kiara and mouthed: She's next.


    "NO!" The Doctor screamed, pulling out his sonic and waving it wildly around. The vision was gone, but the other Doctor didn't explode into a bloody mess like his granddaughter and daughter had.


    OOC: THought I should explain the two different colors! White is a flash back while red is the vision that the Doctor had that happened in reality, but was false. If it's hard to see the white then I'll change the color!

    Kiara jumped when she heard the Doctor. Looking up, she saw him with wide eyes filled with terror, the screwdriver pointed in her direction. Actually, to something behind her....Kiara got to her feet and grabbed the Doctor's face. "Hey, hey, sssshhh...It's okay...Doctor, hush now." She rubbed her thumbs across his skin and sighed.


    This wasn't...they needed a new plan of action. Her shoulders slump and she pulled away from him. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kiara sat down slowly and looked at the Doctor. Okay, she needed to see what he was seeing. It was the only way for her to understand what was frightening him so much.


    Gnawing her bottom lip, Kiara closed her eyes and looked into the void. Flashes of images appeared. Blood...so much blood. The Doctor...yes, there was the Doctor. He was both scared and fierce. Both weak and powerful. He was afraid of his companions...no, his extremely close ones hurting him..in return though, he would hurt them. Hurt them ten times more than what they did to him. His friends dying...him alone....


    Suddenly, she saw the Doctor, but he wasn't. He was dark, blackness swirling in his eyes. He just grinned at her, dark promises being told in quiet words. She gasped and nearly fell out of her seat if she hadn'tcaught onto the counter. Her head was pound violently and she groaned clutching it. Now, she felt the Doctor's pain, his fear, his hate, his darkness.....


    Panting, she looked up at him and nodded. Kiara slipped back out of her seat and hugged the Doctor, standing on her toes so she could bury her face into his neck. He had to be so tall! It was rather annoying and ruined the moment. "It's okay Doctor...We are going to fix this...we will I promise."


    OOC: I can see both colors perfectly! Thanks for explaining! So, that white scene that happened with River, did that happen in real life or was that only in the Master's Dream?

    OOC: White happened in the dream and is a flash back for the Doctor is white. Red is what the Doctor is seeing in reality that isn't really there.


    IC:
    But how can you fix what'a already so broken? The Doctor fidgeted against Kiara, hands gently touching her and then moving away, unsure what to do with the human hugging him. His new skin wasn't use to hugging yet, he never seemed to be. Was it just this body? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was there. Not him, but him , the one he kept running from.


    He said he was going to kill Kiara, take her away from him. He was going to like he made him last time. The dream was suppose to be that, just a dream, but it wasn't because of that Doctor, the one not just cloaked in darkness. That Doctor gleefully murdered and destoryed everyone that crossed his path. AND HE WAS GOING TO TAKE KIARA AWAY!


    No! No that Doctor wasn't! He wouldn't get the chance! The Doctor finally wrapped his trembling arms around the human that was so close to him in order to pick her up off her feet. He made his way down to the console and flipped a few switches so that the Tardis landed on Earth. He even took the parking break off to go faster. Once the Tardis had landed he opened the doors with his feet and set her down outside.
    "You... You need to leave." It was more of a plea to her than a command as he looked at her through a veil of fear. "You can't... you can't fix this." He said, gesturing to himself.

    OOC: Okay, thank you!


    IC:
    Everything happened rather suddenly. She wasn't sure how they got from Point A to Point Z, but they did. One moment, the Doctor was fidgeting under her, which was rather amusing. Next, he had picked her up, not giving her a chance to reply as he held her. Where were they going?! She tried to pull away from him, but the Doctor kept his grip on her tightly, though not enough to harm her.


    Now, she was placed outside...on Earth....with the Doctor standing in the doorway of his Tardis. She just stared at him for the longest time as he went on about how he couldn't be fixed. "Doctor! Have you gone mad? Wait, don't answer that. Doctor," she begged, taking a step towards him.


    "I know you are scared. I'm scared too! But you can't leave me...You need someone with you. You aren't stable. If not me, then you need someone else with you of good influence. You can't be on your own, Doctor! Especially not now. Please, let me stay with you," Kiara pleaded with the Doctor, eyes wide. She wanted to walk back towards him, to shove him aside so she could get in.


    But, Kiara was scared to spook him. He was running again. This time, he was running and this time he was going to lose it if he did.

    "I can't- That's not..." He gave her a look of frustration. He didn't know how to explain without talking a lot and his voice- no his brain refused to have his voice hold up that long. He wasn't stable, he realized that, he grasped that. Terror made his priorities change from company to keeping his companion safe. If something happened to Kiara, again, he didn't think he'd be able to be stay half as stable as he was. He'd lose it.


    There was a darkness in him, there always had been. He denied that he was by being friendly and saving everyone. He really did try, but he just couldn't save everyone. Couldn't he just save one person? He looked at Kiara pleadingly, terrified and frustrated. Couldn't he just save Kiara from him? She said it herself, he was unstable!


    The other Doctor was there, the darkness swirling in his eyes. The other Doctor had that cruel smile on and mouthed: Monster. He pointed an accusing finger the Doctor's way. The other Doctor was standing behind Kiara again, looming over her.
    "You're not safe with me." The other Doctor mocked him by mouthing those words and placing a hand on Kiara's shoulders and buried his face in her shoulder. His hands wrapped around her waist.
    "Don't touch her." The Doctor growled. It only gained a look from the other Doctor who stuck out his tongue and licked Kiara from the base of her neck up to her cheek.
    "Get off her!"



    After a few hours the Master stopped the Collector to ask what the young man had learned so far.

    He was seeing something. Looking behind her, there was no one. She didn't feel anything touching her, nothing was there. Of course there wasn't. Taking another cautious step forward, Kiara tried offering him a soft smile. "But you aren't safe on your own. You are going to get hurt. Please. Let's get back inside the Tardis...let's figure this out together."


    Don't leave me. She wanted to beg him not to. She couldn't lose him now! Not after...not after everything they had been through these last few days. How would she forget? Kiara couldn't. She was the Watcher and it was her job to take care of the Doctor...at the least look after him.


    "Doctor, let me back on please." Another small step. "Look see? I'm fine...I'm not hurt. No one is hurting me and no one is hurting you."



    The moment the Collector was picked them was the moment his mouth started to run. He kept talking, telling the Master all about the Akhatan god and the culture there. He told him of the songs and of the different species. He assured him that he had kept his promise and only observed! Well, okay, he tried some food, but that was it!

    Protect? Not protect? What would be protecting her more? An illusion, the other Doctor was an illusion to be walked through even if he seemed so real. Kiara looked like she was hurt by the mere mention of making her leave the Tardis. He was putting his companion through this and she didn't want to go. She pulled away from the illusion and was coming forward so very slowly.


    "Kiara." He hadn't meant for it to be a whimper. He wanted to be strong around her damn it!
    "I might- I- I-" The other Doctor was mocking him, bringing his hands around Kiara again and- and cupping her- her--- It was with anger he grabbed Kiara and hauled her forward, out of the hands and towards him like in a hug. The other Doctor didn't touch her when he was.
    "I might hurt you, I don't want to hurt you. I've done bad things. I might- I had the knife- I could have- I don't want to, but I could have hurt you. I could hurt you."



    "Good, good." The Master nodded. He had known the Collector had some food, but that didn't matter. he didn't mess up anything huge. "Would you like to explore some more, my friend?"

    Kiara was then yanked back, pressed close to the Doctor. She stared up at him with wide eyes. They weren't of fear but more of utter shock. Here he was, throwing her out and now back in. Now that he was close enough to her, Kiara clenched his shirt in her hands, fisting ithe fabric so that she could clinging on to him. Kiara shook her head as he talked.


    "I trust you, I trust you, Doctor. I do. The Tardis...she wouldn't have brought me here if you were going to hurt me. We are both here for you Doctor. I have nothing to lose but you at this very moment. Please don't send me away. Let me be here with you."


    Kiara hated begging. Always had, always will. But she needed to stay with him. He would die! What if did that...what if he hurt himself? Killed himself? "Don't leave me," she whispered, meeting his eyes.



    The Collector stopped talking and blinked at him. He sighed and shook his head. "We can explore later, Master. You seem troubled. I want to help you."