Into the Darkness, 6/?
Title: Into the Darkness, 6/?
Author: justpickaname
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nobody, nohow at, around, or inside Doctor Who. Wish I did though....
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (10), Donna
Warnings: No spoilers
Summary: The Doctor is blind and feeling useless. Will he be able to cope with the darkness?
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Chapter 1
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
“Come on Doctor” Donna encouraged. “You’ve got to at least give it a try.”
Donna grabbed The Doctors hand again and guided it to the console. He’d been so stubbornly entrenched in depression that Donna had finally grown tired of it, insisted that he come out, and try a few things on his own. The TARDIS really was a dear and tried to make it easy on The Doctor but she was making it too easy for him. He was being led around like a child and he didn’t even seem to notice so she figured he could start relearning where everything was located on the console. She knew staying in one place was hard on him as she was feeling a bit boxed in herself so she was determined to make him move.
“No” The Doctor replied petulantly, “I don’t.” He heard Donna sigh, vexed with him and wasn’t that just too bad he thought to himself. He wasn’t ready for this and he still hadn’t convinced her that he really had seen something that day in the sickbay. It was infuriating knowing there was something aboard his ship and he had no idea what they were, or what they wanted. The TARDIS didn’t seem to know what he was talking about either; she had just hummed in his head comfortingly when he had asked her about them. He knew he hadn’t imagined it….he hadn’t.
Everything was just so hard now. Just finding his clothes and putting them on were hard enough but to relearn where everything was located was proving difficult. He’d never imagined that he would ever get lost on the TARDIS but that first week after taking the bandages off his eyes he had wandered about looking for the kitchen, the library…the bathroom. It was humiliating having to call Donna every time he found himself turned around. Oh, the TARDIS, sweet girl that she is, tried to help him. She hadn’t changed her corridors around at all in the last few weeks, worried he would keep getting lost.
He grimaced painfully remembering his first venture back in the kitchen.
Donna hadn’t woken up yet and he wanted to prepare breakfast for her…surprise her that he could do this even blind. He should have started with something easy…like cereal but he had wanted eggs and Canadian bacon…and toast with peanut butter and bananas on it. He had found the frying pan and put it on the stove. He turned it on and let it heat up while he tried to find the bacon and eggs in the fridge. He took them out and carefully put them on the counter. He had some trouble finding the peanut butter but found the bananas by smell alone. He edged closer to the stove and passed his hand over the part that was most intensely hot. He grabbed the bacon, put it in the pan, and was satisfied when he heard a loud sizzle. As the bacon cooked, he found the bread and managed to get it into the toaster. He hoped he had it at the right setting.
He was doing great! He should have known it wouldn’t last. That it would all fall apart.
He had smelled something burning….the bacon! He had the heat too high and it was burning. He turned quickly to reach for the pan but remembered too late that the handle would be hot and now that he thought back on it, he wasn‘t entirely sure what part of the pan he had managed to grasp. He dropped the pan with a screech as he grasped his burnt hand and hopped on one foot as the pan had landed on his foot. As he tried to keep his balance he had knocked the entire carton of eggs onto the floor making it slick enough for him to lose his footing completely and he had landed in a painful heap in the middle of the egg carton…and what he believed must have been a banana. It had been quite squishy. He had started to sob pitifully when he heard Donna’s startled gasp. He had kept his face down hoping she wouldn’t notice the tears coursing down his cheeks. Of course she hadn’t been angry even though he hoped she would be…at least it would have been an honest emotion and one he would expect from Donna if he had made that mess any other time. She had cleaned it up, and cleaned him up and then had made breakfast for both of them but by then he had lost his appetite and vowed to himself that he wouldn’t humiliate himself like that again.
Now she wanted him to learn the TARDIS all over again. No…he didn’t think so. He shouldn’t HAVE to learn it again. He shouldn’t be blind with his Time Lord regenerative abilities. He should be HEALED completely by now and he wasn’t. He didn’t know why but he was beginning to suspect that his blindness was due to more than that nuclear flare accounted for. He suspected very strongly that those light thingies had more to do with it…they had to be responsible for his continued blindness somehow but first he had to convince Donna that he wasn’t insane or in denial or hallucinating.
He just wasn’t sure how…