Repercussions (18/55)
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Chapter Eighteen: Recovering
My mother is brilliant, rising to the occasion in ways I have never suspected she had in her. She is strong and she is caring and she is protective and fierce. All things that have been projected at me in my lifetime, have found new homes in the people she helps. She shows organizational skills I never knew she possessed.
Word seems to spread quickly and a few others come to help. Abandoned flats on either side begin to fill with the deconverted and volunteers. My faith in humanity, so jaded just days ago, leans toward restoration.
My old friend Mickey turns up with a man named Jake and they take it upon themselves to search and bring back canned foods and nutritional supplements, creams and ointments for bedsores, anything that can help the makeshift recovery home that eventually takes over the Powell Estate.
A young female medical student, nearly a doctor, comes by. Her name is Martha Jones and she makes daily visits to the estate to check on the conditions of the deconverted. She offers training to anyone who will take it and I quickly volunteer.
I like her. She is straight-forward and no nonsense in her teaching methods, yet her heart is very big and I can see pain in her as she views the remnants of suffering in the flats and when she gazes out the broken windows at the city. We talk eventually. She lost her entire family, save one sister to the Cybermen. Her parents had been fully converted, her brother went down fighting. Her sister had lost her mind and was locked away in a U.N.I.T. mental hospital, receiving therapy that might one day clear her madness, but just as easily might not.
Despite all this Martha is not bitter. She is quickly brought into my family, offered a place to stay. My mother serves as surrogate mother, I as a sister, even my father as surrogate dad. She returns our affection despite her own losses. I realize how incredibly lucky I am that my family remains intact.
Mickey takes to Martha immediately and she to him. I'm not sure if it is a romantic relationship or not, but I hope it leads in that direction. It makes me happy to see it, one of my best friends becoming so tight with a girl who has become like a sister to me in the space of a couple of weeks. Mickey has often expressed a rather strong interest in me, but I have never fancied him. It is nice to see his interest elsewhere, even in the middle of this chaos.
Every day I expect the Doctor to ask me to leave. Every day he does not. His respect for my mother has grown by leaps and bounds, as her own has for him. We are alone in the TARDIS when I ask him why and he says he sees me in her. Without thinking, I reach up and kiss his cheek.
Without thinking, he moves his mouth to mine. It is our second kiss since this ordeal began three months ago. While the previous one had been shocking to my mind, this one sends shockwaves through my body. Of its own volition my body presses against him and his arms come out and pull me even closer, as close as we can be with nothing between us but our clothing.
His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, a clear invasion, no hesitance, no permission asked. I don’t care. I let him. I want him to. And I respond on a deeply primitive level, my own tongue fighting for dominance though I know in the end I will let him win this battle.
My hips press forward and I feel his desire as it strengthens against me. I know that I am seeking solace and in many ways forgiveness for being alive. I am also seeking to know that I am still alive. His hands rise from my back to tangle in my hair.
It doesn’t matter to me that he is not the man I fell in love with, that he is somehow not the Doctor of my reality, because this man is more than that man ever was. This man before me is the man I should have been with all along. This man I have fallen in love with more deeply than the original version. This man is MINE.
My old friend Mickey turns up with a man named Jake and they take it upon themselves to search and bring back canned foods and nutritional supplements, creams and ointments for bedsores, anything that can help the makeshift recovery home that eventually takes over the Powell Estate.
A young female medical student, nearly a doctor, comes by. Her name is Martha Jones and she makes daily visits to the estate to check on the conditions of the deconverted. She offers training to anyone who will take it and I quickly volunteer.
I like her. She is straight-forward and no nonsense in her teaching methods, yet her heart is very big and I can see pain in her as she views the remnants of suffering in the flats and when she gazes out the broken windows at the city. We talk eventually. She lost her entire family, save one sister to the Cybermen. Her parents had been fully converted, her brother went down fighting. Her sister had lost her mind and was locked away in a U.N.I.T. mental hospital, receiving therapy that might one day clear her madness, but just as easily might not.
Despite all this Martha is not bitter. She is quickly brought into my family, offered a place to stay. My mother serves as surrogate mother, I as a sister, even my father as surrogate dad. She returns our affection despite her own losses. I realize how incredibly lucky I am that my family remains intact.
Mickey takes to Martha immediately and she to him. I'm not sure if it is a romantic relationship or not, but I hope it leads in that direction. It makes me happy to see it, one of my best friends becoming so tight with a girl who has become like a sister to me in the space of a couple of weeks. Mickey has often expressed a rather strong interest in me, but I have never fancied him. It is nice to see his interest elsewhere, even in the middle of this chaos.
Every day I expect the Doctor to ask me to leave. Every day he does not. His respect for my mother has grown by leaps and bounds, as her own has for him. We are alone in the TARDIS when I ask him why and he says he sees me in her. Without thinking, I reach up and kiss his cheek.
Without thinking, he moves his mouth to mine. It is our second kiss since this ordeal began three months ago. While the previous one had been shocking to my mind, this one sends shockwaves through my body. Of its own volition my body presses against him and his arms come out and pull me even closer, as close as we can be with nothing between us but our clothing.
His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, a clear invasion, no hesitance, no permission asked. I don’t care. I let him. I want him to. And I respond on a deeply primitive level, my own tongue fighting for dominance though I know in the end I will let him win this battle.
My hips press forward and I feel his desire as it strengthens against me. I know that I am seeking solace and in many ways forgiveness for being alive. I am also seeking to know that I am still alive. His hands rise from my back to tangle in my hair.
It doesn’t matter to me that he is not the man I fell in love with, that he is somehow not the Doctor of my reality, because this man is more than that man ever was. This man before me is the man I should have been with all along. This man I have fallen in love with more deeply than the original version. This man is MINE.
