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The Doctor - as usual - found interest in the most normal of things.
The Doctor - as usual - had gotten himself into a heap of trouble.

The Doctor - as usual - had put your life at stake.

He considered this thought as he hung from the 45 metre high metal pole...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few hours earlier...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello." A Homo-feline sat next to the Doctor on a bench he'd settled on. He gave the feline a cursory glance, then glanced back. They were young, very young. And they weren't in any sort of uniform, opting instead for more casual jeans and jacket.
"Hello." The Doctor said to the young boy. The boy managed a smile, but it seemed poisoned with a peculiar sadness or irritant. The Doctor clicked onto this instantly.
"You're not from around here." The boy said amorously.
"No, I'm not." The Doctor agreed. "But you don't look like you're from around here either." The Doctor said absentmindedly as he tugged on his jacket sleeve. The cat boy looked down at his hands, furling them as if concerned greatly by a matter he wished to share, but did not want to vocalise. He bit his lip, and the Doctor glanced over at him.
"Something the matter?" He asked gently, turning away when the boy looked at him.
"What's it to you?" The boy asked. He so obviously wanted to scream out loud what he knew, if he knew about something...
"Thought you might want to tell someone. You know what they say..."
"What do they say? And who is 'they'?" The boy sounded annoyed.
"I don't know who 'they' are, but whoever 'they' are say a problem shared is a problem scared-...wait, no. That's not right at all." The Doctor frowned. The boy hid a grin.
"So you want to scare my problems away?" The boy couldn't have been older than nine or ten.
"If you like. Never tried, mind. Don't know how to scare a problem..." He paused. "So you do have problems?" The Doctor pulled lint off his jacket.
"...Not the only one." The boy said, realising he'd slipped up when saying 'scare my problems away'.
"Quite right. You've got problems, I've got problems, that person over there's got problems, this planet's got problems. But your problems are irksome. Annoying. Demanding attention now. And don't tell me I'm wrong, because I'm right. You sat here to talk to me. Tell me something important. Something that demanded attention now, so tell me. What's on your mind?" The Doctor was focused heavily on the boy as he sat there. He realised that his tone may be a bit pressuring. He smiled. "Name's the Doctor." He held out his hand. The boy cautiously shook his hand.
"Joseph Jones." He kept his head slightly lowered, as if he was speaking to authority. The Doctor wondered what had made him so nervous.
"Care to share?" The Doctor asked again. He watched the boy glance around, looking swiftly around the horizon for whatever he was watching for. The Doctor looked too, seeing nothing of importance. A few buildings...a few workers...
"What-" The Doctor began, but Joseph shushed him.
"Not here. Never here. They'll hear." Joseph seemed on edge, like his senses were heightened past paranoid.
"Who-"
"Shut up." Joseph demanded quietly.
"But-"
"Shut it." Joseph put a finger on the Doctor's lips, and the Doctor stared at him wide eyed, wondering what situation he'd gotten himself in.
He wished for you to be there to stop him.

Murmuring as your (e/c) eyes opened in a daze, you looked around and frowned.
Oh, yeah, you were in that sleep chamber thingy.
You sat up, and grinned. You didn't know why. You just did. You didn't feel happy, but you couldn't help but grin. And your mind felt so peaceful...
It felt like the universe was your oyster.
And your mind raced with thoughts. Amazing, stunning thoughts. It was relaxing.
You stood up, dancing around with the brown bear at arms length as if he was dancing too.
"Oh Doctor," You said whimsically, "Isn't it a glorious world?!" You danced and grinned and laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed...

Joseph was casually walking with the Doctor down a side road. They were avoiding the main collection of buildings, walking on the outskirts as they waited - or Joseph waited - until everyone, as in Homo-feline, were gone.
"Ca-" The Doctor began.
"Shut it." Joseph growled.
"Bu-"
"Shhh..."
"Wh-"
"It..."
"Can I call you Joe?" The Doctor asked before he could be silenced.
"No-one calls me Joe." Joseph said almost sadly.
"Can *I* call you Joe?" The Doctor looked down at him with a soft expression. Joseph nodded slowly as he looked at the Doctor.
"Yeah." He smiled, realising that he might have finally found a friend. "So...your girlfriend not getting sleep?" Joe asked. The Doctor's eyes widened instantly, freezing on the spot and stuttering immensely.
"She-...we...I...NO! We're not-..." His hands were fumbling wildly. "She isn't...I'm not-..."
"I get it. I do. I don't. But I do." Joe looked into the distance. The Doctor snapped his mouth shut, blushing slightly.
"She's not my girlfriend." He said finally. Joe smiled.
"None of my business. But you let her go in one of the sleep chambers." He sounded wary.
"Why? What should I know?"
"Well...this." Joe stopped in front of a giant pole, rising up into the sky, a small round ball present on the top of it. Around the pole was a cage-like lattice protecting it from damage, and it looked like there was another pole in the distance too.
"What is...this?" The Doctor beckoned to the pole. Joe shrugged.
"It was constructed when new management took over." He said rather hesitantly. "Curious. I'm not with the new management, by the way. My family left. I stayed." He stretched out the last word.
"Why?" The Doctor glanced at him, tearing his eyes from the curious construction.
"Didn't want to go. Thought things were going to get better here."
"But they didn't...?"
"No. Which is why."
"Why what?" The Doctor asked, curious.
"You won't see your girlfriend again." Joe said calmly, and the Doctor didn't even bother to debate the small fact of acquaintance level.
The impact of the statement hit him off guard.
"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, not entirely sure he was hearing right.
"Everyone. Even *her*. Everyone on this planet wears earplugs."
"You don't." The Doctor interrupted. Joe gave him an irritated look.
"No. I'm invisible. No-one sees me. They don't care if I don't wear them because I don't exist." Joe sounded hurt.
"But you're-"
"A memory of something gone, holding on. A ghost, if you like. My family couldn't take me because I died here. The nightmares no longer plague me, I got all the sleep I needed. But I died when I rebelled. Climbed up there. Fell down. I had to stop the signal."
"What signal? Why did you climb up there? Why does everyone wear earplugs when it's so quiet?" The Doctor asked quickly, his pace quickening.
"Because of the sound of sleep." He faded away. Instantly.
Just like that.
The Doctor gasped, taking a few steps back, looking up at the pole and spinning around once.
He had to find you.

"Flash, aahaaaaah, saviour of the universe!" You sang, spinning in uncontrolled circles like a child as a smile glued itself to your face. "Oh, the universe is so so so so sooooooo big, isn't it Doctor? It is, see?!" You spun in a circle. The bear spun too. Your sounded like you'd been eating rainbows.
The door thrashed open.
The Doctor raced in.
He stopped and stared at you.
"(Y/N)," He grabbed your free hand, "We have to go!"
"But why? It's just, like, you know, so great here. Just chillin'." You beamed, slithering from his grip as you danced around. "Like the ice age. Oh, look at that beautiful mammoth there!" You pointed to the other side of the room.
It was empty.
The Doctor frowned, grabbing your hand again and pulling you along.
"(Y/N), come on, I'll show you all the mammoths you want if we can just get out of here!" He was tugged back by you. He was becoming quite annoyed at this.
"But I've got a mammoth here! I don't need to go!" You shut your eyes and grinned, swaying your head as if listening to music.
Music.
Sound.
Earplugs.
...Or wireless headphones?
The Doctor pulled out the sonic and scanned your ears, reading the readouts with fascination.
"Clever, oh very clever." He almost grinned. "Theta binaural beats, low energy high frequency, relax the brain into an almost lucid dreaming state, and hypnotise the patient to believe they're dreaming. Very clever! WELL DONE!" He boomed to no-one in particular, but there was little praise in his voice. "Well done indeed. Almost didn't notice, what with the low energy trace, barely detectable to the sonic, and such intense frequency." He flipped the sonic in his hand, putting it back in his inner pocket before attempting to pin you down, attempting to remove the earplugs.
It was hard. Very hard.
You kept squirming and talking about giraffes.
You even tried to bite him.
But he did. He managed to remove the earplugs from your ears.
And you fell into a very deep sleep, collapsing in his arms. He held your head, smiling at you before heaving you up, carrying you to a safer place.

The only safe place was the TARDIS. Or with him.
And he didn't want to leave you alone.
So he carried you to one of the tall poles that had recently been constructed.
He lovingly lay you on the ground, using his jacket as a soft pillow for you. And he placed one gentle kiss on your head.
He rolled his sleeves up.
He put the sonic in his mouth.
And he began to climb the pole, using the trellis as a ladder.

45 metres was very high for the Doctor to be. He found it disorientating, so he refrained from looking down, however much he wanted to check on you.
He knew that he only had to disable one pole in order for the other not to function properly.
At the top of the pole, he reached out, pulling a small panel on the small round ball open. A lot of wires surrounded one flashing light. The light was green. Like his sonic.
"Okay." The Doctor muttered as he pulled the sonic from his mouth, beginning to basically tear the contraption to pieces. He ignored the small electrical sparks it gave off, trying to dissipate the thoughts of being turned into a Time Lord Guy Fawkes, and he smiled when he'd pulled every wire and the light died.
And even though he was pretty quick at descending the pole, you were already gone.
His jacket was left in your place, along with the bear that had been stuffed into one of his pockets.
You'd been taken.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), where are you?!" He shouted, running around with his jacket back on.
A piercing shriek filled the air from a few flat streets away, and he ran at top speed to where the sound had come from.
You were there alright.
But he had to strain his neck to see you.
And he had to lower his head when he felt something familiar but cold press into his back.
He held back a shudder.
"Cliché counter going up." He muttered, feeling the metal barrel press into his back.
The streets were very empty.
It was very silent, apart from your protests at being hung from the top of a pole.
And a raspy voice whispered into the Doctor's ear.
"I don't think a gun which shoots poison arrows is very cliché." A dark masculine voice whispered, his voice dripping with venom and frustration.
The Doctor froze. He didn't recognise this voice.
"Who are-" He began, but apparently, the captivator didn't appreciate answering to queues.
"You may call me Thingummy." His voice sounded like it had its own little microclimate storm.
Whilst the Doctor remained motionless, he heard a burst of laughter from you above.
He looked up with the Thingummy.
"You what?! You're the Thingummy?" You laughed, crying as your face flared red. The Thingummy turned away from you, walking around the Doctor and coming face to face with him for the first time. The poison gun still pointed at the Doctor.
"Cliché counter still going up. That's still a gun and it still shoots." The Doctor's voice had become bitter and accented. He narrowed his eyes at the creature.
The creature wore a dark brown battle-torn stetson, hanging low over his face.
His face was composed of both human and cat, but not in the way the Homo-feline's faces were.
The right half of his face was cat.
The left half of his face was human.
And it looked as if it had been stitched down the middle. Badly. The wounds constantly trying to tear open as he scowled with a green cat eye and a brown human eye.
His clothes were thrown together as if picked out of a war.
His hands were gloved, but so obviously tipped with sharp claws. Retracted, mind.
The gun forever pointed at the Doctor.
"Enough with your clichés. You, Doctor, have done enough to the universe. You have caused so many more wars than you stop. And this is what I'm left like. A jigsaw. A piece of who I used to be." It seemed like emotion pieced itself into his voice, but he disguised it well. The Doctor felt so much pity for him, but it was nothing compared to what he felt for you right now.
"Let her down." He stared at the Thingummy.
"No, I had to teach you a lesson Doctor. A lesson in which you learn the true meaning of healer, and the true meaning of warrior. And then you will learn who you are. Shall we begin?" The Thingummy asked.
"What sort of lesson?" The Doctor glared more so, his voice becoming darker.
"A lesson of choice, in which you choose whether to fight me..."
"Or..." The Doctor rolled his hand.
"Save her." The Thingummy looked up at you, and it send shivers down your spine.
"Hey, you big d-" You shrieked as a poisoned arrow bullet flew past your head. You kicked a pink furry slipper off your foot at him.
It hit the Doctor.
"Ow!" He protested.
"Sorry." You shouted down. The Doctor gave you an annoyed glance, fluffing out his hair again.
You could have sworn that the Thingummy smiled.
"Shall we begin?" The Thingummy lifted a human eyebrow.
"Wait wait wait, what are the rules-"
"Three...two...one..." The Thingummy clicked his fingers.
And simultaneously, you began to fall.
The Doctor ran for you straight away.
You were screaming. Your eyes were scrunched tightly.
"(Y/N)!" The Doctor wailed, running over in an attempt to reach you before you landed.
He looked up, panicking frantically.
He didn't decide fast enough what to do.
You landed on him.
"Gmf-..." The Doctor was crushed.
"Agh!" You tried to dodge him, but it was impossible.
You both ended up in a pile of pain on the floor.
"Ow ow ow ow ow....aaah..." The Doctor sat up, fluffing his hair as he looked at you draped over his legs.
"Owwwwww..." You moaned, rolling off his legs and putting a hand to your head as you shut your eyes tightly. "That hurt." You muttered.
"You're telling me!" The Doctor managed a smirk, glancing around to see that the Thingummy - as predicted - was gone. He slowly turned back, seeing as you were his only priority now.
You started to cry, feeling very childish as you did. Your knees were scathed, and it stung. You shook as you stifled sobs, pouting as you folded your arms.
"I wanna go." You sobbed, letting the Doctor wrap you in his arms.
"Come on." He helped you to your feet, and it stung to straighten your legs. It reminded you of when you were a child...
"Not even carpet burns." You sulked, letting the Doctor guide you to the TARDIS with one slipper on a foot. You couldn't be bothered getting the other. And it didn't matter, as long as you had your Doctor to hug...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You owe me." You punched the Doctor in the arm as he worked the controls of the TARDIS. You continued to wear shorts to make a point to the Doctor about your knees.
"Why do I owe you?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"Why?! WHY?!" You echoed, seething as you almost pulled your hair out. "You owe me because of this!" You pointed to your knees. He nodded.
"...It'll heal...eventually." He pretended to ignore you.
"You said I'd catch up on my sleep! I'm certainly not going to now!" You threw your hands up.
"And why's that?" He smiled.
"Because I've got you." You kissed his cheek, and he smiled to himself as you trotted off to the other side of the controls.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, flicking a few switches.
"Deduce it, my little genius." You flicked open a small book you'd found called '320 Most Romantic Places In The Universe'.
"Hey..." You asked curiously, making sure the Doctor couldn't see the book. "What's the Pool of Geaid?"
"Only the biggest and most beautiful swimming pool in the universe. Why'd you ask?"
"Can we go there?" You threw the book below deck, smiling sweetly as he glanced around at you.
"What are you up to?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Nothing." You said innocently, your eyes bright as they lit up his green eyes.

Next time: The Pool Of Geaid.

Description
The Doctor - as usual - found interest in the most normal of things.
The Doctor - as usual - had gotten himself into a heap of trouble.

The Doctor - as usual - had put your life at stake.

He considered this thought as he hung from the 45 metre high metal pole...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few hours earlier...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello." A Homo-feline sat next to the Doctor on a bench he'd settled on. He gave the feline a cursory glance, then glanced back. They were young, very young. And they weren't in any sort of uniform, opting instead for more casual jeans and jacket.
"Hello." The Doctor said to the young boy. The boy managed a smile, but it seemed poisoned with a peculiar sadness or irritant. The Doctor clicked onto this instantly.
"You're not from around here." The boy said amorously.
"No, I'm not." The Doctor agreed. "But you don't look like you're from around here either." The Doctor said absentmindedly as he tugged on his jacket sleeve. The cat boy looked down at his hands, furling them as if concerned greatly by a matter he wished to share, but did not want to vocalise. He bit his lip, and the Doctor glanced over at him.
"Something the matter?" He asked gently, turning away when the boy looked at him.
"What's it to you?" The boy asked. He so obviously wanted to scream out loud what he knew, if he knew about something...
"Thought you might want to tell someone. You know what they say..."
"What do they say? And who is 'they'?" The boy sounded annoyed.
"I don't know who 'they' are, but whoever 'they' are say a problem shared is a problem scared-...wait, no. That's not right at all." The Doctor frowned. The boy hid a grin.
"So you want to scare my problems away?" The boy couldn't have been older than nine or ten.
"If you like. Never tried, mind. Don't know how to scare a problem..." He paused. "So you do have problems?" The Doctor pulled lint off his jacket.
"...Not the only one." The boy said, realising he'd slipped up when saying 'scare my problems away'.
"Quite right. You've got problems, I've got problems, that person over there's got problems, this planet's got problems. But your problems are irksome. Annoying. Demanding attention now. And don't tell me I'm wrong, because I'm right. You sat here to talk to me. Tell me something important. Something that demanded attention now, so tell me. What's on your mind?" The Doctor was focused heavily on the boy as he sat there. He realised that his tone may be a bit pressuring. He smiled. "Name's the Doctor." He held out his hand. The boy cautiously shook his hand.
"Joseph Jones." He kept his head slightly lowered, as if he was speaking to authority. The Doctor wondered what had made him so nervous.
"Care to share?" The Doctor asked again. He watched the boy glance around, looking swiftly around the horizon for whatever he was watching for. The Doctor looked too, seeing nothing of importance. A few buildings...a few workers...
"What-" The Doctor began, but Joseph shushed him.
"Not here. Never here. They'll hear." Joseph seemed on edge, like his senses were heightened past paranoid.
"Who-"
"Shut up." Joseph demanded quietly.
"But-"
"Shut it." Joseph put a finger on the Doctor's lips, and the Doctor stared at him wide eyed, wondering what situation he'd gotten himself in.
He wished for you to be there to stop him.

Murmuring as your (e/c) eyes opened in a daze, you looked around and frowned.
Oh, yeah, you were in that sleep chamber thingy.
You sat up, and grinned. You didn't know why. You just did. You didn't feel happy, but you couldn't help but grin. And your mind felt so peaceful...
It felt like the universe was your oyster.
And your mind raced with thoughts. Amazing, stunning thoughts. It was relaxing.
You stood up, dancing around with the brown bear at arms length as if he was dancing too.
"Oh Doctor," You said whimsically, "Isn't it a glorious world?!" You danced and grinned and laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed...

Joseph was casually walking with the Doctor down a side road. They were avoiding the main collection of buildings, walking on the outskirts as they waited - or Joseph waited - until everyone, as in Homo-feline, were gone.
"Ca-" The Doctor began.
"Shut it." Joseph growled.
"Bu-"
"Shhh..."
"Wh-"
"It..."
"Can I call you Joe?" The Doctor asked before he could be silenced.
"No-one calls me Joe." Joseph said almost sadly.
"Can *I* call you Joe?" The Doctor looked down at him with a soft expression. Joseph nodded slowly as he looked at the Doctor.
"Yeah." He smiled, realising that he might have finally found a friend. "So...your girlfriend not getting sleep?" Joe asked. The Doctor's eyes widened instantly, freezing on the spot and stuttering immensely.
"She-...we...I...NO! We're not-..." His hands were fumbling wildly. "She isn't...I'm not-..."
"I get it. I do. I don't. But I do." Joe looked into the distance. The Doctor snapped his mouth shut, blushing slightly.
"She's not my girlfriend." He said finally. Joe smiled.
"None of my business. But you let her go in one of the sleep chambers." He sounded wary.
"Why? What should I know?"
"Well...this." Joe stopped in front of a giant pole, rising up into the sky, a small round ball present on the top of it. Around the pole was a cage-like lattice protecting it from damage, and it looked like there was another pole in the distance too.
"What is...this?" The Doctor beckoned to the pole. Joe shrugged.
"It was constructed when new management took over." He said rather hesitantly. "Curious. I'm not with the new management, by the way. My family left. I stayed." He stretched out the last word.
"Why?" The Doctor glanced at him, tearing his eyes from the curious construction.
"Didn't want to go. Thought things were going to get better here."
"But they didn't...?"
"No. Which is why."
"Why what?" The Doctor asked, curious.
"You won't see your girlfriend again." Joe said calmly, and the Doctor didn't even bother to debate the small fact of acquaintance level.
The impact of the statement hit him off guard.
"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, not entirely sure he was hearing right.
"Everyone. Even *her*. Everyone on this planet wears earplugs."
"You don't." The Doctor interrupted. Joe gave him an irritated look.
"No. I'm invisible. No-one sees me. They don't care if I don't wear them because I don't exist." Joe sounded hurt.
"But you're-"
"A memory of something gone, holding on. A ghost, if you like. My family couldn't take me because I died here. The nightmares no longer plague me, I got all the sleep I needed. But I died when I rebelled. Climbed up there. Fell down. I had to stop the signal."
"What signal? Why did you climb up there? Why does everyone wear earplugs when it's so quiet?" The Doctor asked quickly, his pace quickening.
"Because of the sound of sleep." He faded away. Instantly.
Just like that.
The Doctor gasped, taking a few steps back, looking up at the pole and spinning around once.
He had to find you.

"Flash, aahaaaaah, saviour of the universe!" You sang, spinning in uncontrolled circles like a child as a smile glued itself to your face. "Oh, the universe is so so so so sooooooo big, isn't it Doctor? It is, see?!" You spun in a circle. The bear spun too. Your sounded like you'd been eating rainbows.
The door thrashed open.
The Doctor raced in.
He stopped and stared at you.
"(Y/N)," He grabbed your free hand, "We have to go!"
"But why? It's just, like, you know, so great here. Just chillin'." You beamed, slithering from his grip as you danced around. "Like the ice age. Oh, look at that beautiful mammoth there!" You pointed to the other side of the room.
It was empty.
The Doctor frowned, grabbing your hand again and pulling you along.
"(Y/N), come on, I'll show you all the mammoths you want if we can just get out of here!" He was tugged back by you. He was becoming quite annoyed at this.
"But I've got a mammoth here! I don't need to go!" You shut your eyes and grinned, swaying your head as if listening to music.
Music.
Sound.
Earplugs.
...Or wireless headphones?
The Doctor pulled out the sonic and scanned your ears, reading the readouts with fascination.
"Clever, oh very clever." He almost grinned. "Theta binaural beats, low energy high frequency, relax the brain into an almost lucid dreaming state, and hypnotise the patient to believe they're dreaming. Very clever! WELL DONE!" He boomed to no-one in particular, but there was little praise in his voice. "Well done indeed. Almost didn't notice, what with the low energy trace, barely detectable to the sonic, and such intense frequency." He flipped the sonic in his hand, putting it back in his inner pocket before attempting to pin you down, attempting to remove the earplugs.
It was hard. Very hard.
You kept squirming and talking about giraffes.
You even tried to bite him.
But he did. He managed to remove the earplugs from your ears.
And you fell into a very deep sleep, collapsing in his arms. He held your head, smiling at you before heaving you up, carrying you to a safer place.

The only safe place was the TARDIS. Or with him.
And he didn't want to leave you alone.
So he carried you to one of the tall poles that had recently been constructed.
He lovingly lay you on the ground, using his jacket as a soft pillow for you. And he placed one gentle kiss on your head.
He rolled his sleeves up.
He put the sonic in his mouth.
And he began to climb the pole, using the trellis as a ladder.

45 metres was very high for the Doctor to be. He found it disorientating, so he refrained from looking down, however much he wanted to check on you.
He knew that he only had to disable one pole in order for the other not to function properly.
At the top of the pole, he reached out, pulling a small panel on the small round ball open. A lot of wires surrounded one flashing light. The light was green. Like his sonic.
"Okay." The Doctor muttered as he pulled the sonic from his mouth, beginning to basically tear the contraption to pieces. He ignored the small electrical sparks it gave off, trying to dissipate the thoughts of being turned into a Time Lord Guy Fawkes, and he smiled when he'd pulled every wire and the light died.
And even though he was pretty quick at descending the pole, you were already gone.
His jacket was left in your place, along with the bear that had been stuffed into one of his pockets.
You'd been taken.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), where are you?!" He shouted, running around with his jacket back on.
A piercing shriek filled the air from a few flat streets away, and he ran at top speed to where the sound had come from.
You were there alright.
But he had to strain his neck to see you.
And he had to lower his head when he felt something familiar but cold press into his back.
He held back a shudder.
"Cliché counter going up." He muttered, feeling the metal barrel press into his back.
The streets were very empty.
It was very silent, apart from your protests at being hung from the top of a pole.
And a raspy voice whispered into the Doctor's ear.
"I don't think a gun which shoots poison arrows is very cliché." A dark masculine voice whispered, his voice dripping with venom and frustration.
The Doctor froze. He didn't recognise this voice.
"Who are-" He began, but apparently, the captivator didn't appreciate answering to queues.
"You may call me Thingummy." His voice sounded like it had its own little microclimate storm.
Whilst the Doctor remained motionless, he heard a burst of laughter from you above.
He looked up with the Thingummy.
"You what?! You're the Thingummy?" You laughed, crying as your face flared red. The Thingummy turned away from you, walking around the Doctor and coming face to face with him for the first time. The poison gun still pointed at the Doctor.
"Cliché counter still going up. That's still a gun and it still shoots." The Doctor's voice had become bitter and accented. He narrowed his eyes at the creature.
The creature wore a dark brown battle-torn stetson, hanging low over his face.
His face was composed of both human and cat, but not in the way the Homo-feline's faces were.
The right half of his face was cat.
The left half of his face was human.
And it looked as if it had been stitched down the middle. Badly. The wounds constantly trying to tear open as he scowled with a green cat eye and a brown human eye.
His clothes were thrown together as if picked out of a war.
His hands were gloved, but so obviously tipped with sharp claws. Retracted, mind.
The gun forever pointed at the Doctor.
"Enough with your clichés. You, Doctor, have done enough to the universe. You have caused so many more wars than you stop. And this is what I'm left like. A jigsaw. A piece of who I used to be." It seemed like emotion pieced itself into his voice, but he disguised it well. The Doctor felt so much pity for him, but it was nothing compared to what he felt for you right now.
"Let her down." He stared at the Thingummy.
"No, I had to teach you a lesson Doctor. A lesson in which you learn the true meaning of healer, and the true meaning of warrior. And then you will learn who you are. Shall we begin?" The Thingummy asked.
"What sort of lesson?" The Doctor glared more so, his voice becoming darker.
"A lesson of choice, in which you choose whether to fight me..."
"Or..." The Doctor rolled his hand.
"Save her." The Thingummy looked up at you, and it send shivers down your spine.
"Hey, you big d-" You shrieked as a poisoned arrow bullet flew past your head. You kicked a pink furry slipper off your foot at him.
It hit the Doctor.
"Ow!" He protested.
"Sorry." You shouted down. The Doctor gave you an annoyed glance, fluffing out his hair again.
You could have sworn that the Thingummy smiled.
"Shall we begin?" The Thingummy lifted a human eyebrow.
"Wait wait wait, what are the rules-"
"Three...two...one..." The Thingummy clicked his fingers.
And simultaneously, you began to fall.
The Doctor ran for you straight away.
You were screaming. Your eyes were scrunched tightly.
"(Y/N)!" The Doctor wailed, running over in an attempt to reach you before you landed.
He looked up, panicking frantically.
He didn't decide fast enough what to do.
You landed on him.
"Gmf-..." The Doctor was crushed.
"Agh!" You tried to dodge him, but it was impossible.
You both ended up in a pile of pain on the floor.
"Ow ow ow ow ow....aaah..." The Doctor sat up, fluffing his hair as he looked at you draped over his legs.
"Owwwwww..." You moaned, rolling off his legs and putting a hand to your head as you shut your eyes tightly. "That hurt." You muttered.
"You're telling me!" The Doctor managed a smirk, glancing around to see that the Thingummy - as predicted - was gone. He slowly turned back, seeing as you were his only priority now.
You started to cry, feeling very childish as you did. Your knees were scathed, and it stung. You shook as you stifled sobs, pouting as you folded your arms.
"I wanna go." You sobbed, letting the Doctor wrap you in his arms.
"Come on." He helped you to your feet, and it stung to straighten your legs. It reminded you of when you were a child...
"Not even carpet burns." You sulked, letting the Doctor guide you to the TARDIS with one slipper on a foot. You couldn't be bothered getting the other. And it didn't matter, as long as you had your Doctor to hug...

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"You owe me." You punched the Doctor in the arm as he worked the controls of the TARDIS. You continued to wear shorts to make a point to the Doctor about your knees.
"Why do I owe you?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"Why?! WHY?!" You echoed, seething as you almost pulled your hair out. "You owe me because of this!" You pointed to your knees. He nodded.
"...It'll heal...eventually." He pretended to ignore you.
"You said I'd catch up on my sleep! I'm certainly not going to now!" You threw your hands up.
"And why's that?" He smiled.
"Because I've got you." You kissed his cheek, and he smiled to himself as you trotted off to the other side of the controls.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, flicking a few switches.
"Deduce it, my little genius." You flicked open a small book you'd found called '320 Most Romantic Places In The Universe'.
"Hey..." You asked curiously, making sure the Doctor couldn't see the book. "What's the Pool of Geaid?"
"Only the biggest and most beautiful swimming pool in the universe. Why'd you ask?"
"Can we go there?" You threw the book below deck, smiling sweetly as he glanced around at you.
"What are you up to?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Nothing." You said innocently, your eyes bright as they lit up his green eyes.

Next time: The Pool Of Geaid.