Cosmo || Doctor Who

36 : Heart

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔓𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔯
𝔗𝔥𝔢 51𝔰𝔱 ℭ𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔶

EJ McCray Thompson remembered everything. It was a curse bigger than himself.

He remembered the day his heart was taken from his body, and held in stasis until it could be rewired into his chest. Technically, he was dead for hours. When he awoke, he was strapped to a table, unable to move. His pure fear caused his heart to stop twice before it eventually settled.

The binds on his ankles and wrists were forged into his memory. Of all the things his father had done, this was the worst. This was the thing which lasted far behind everything else. It was the very bane of his existence.

When his eyes began to open this time, EJ awoke to find himself bound to a table once more, only now, his wrists were free. There was a leather buckle keeping his chest down, pressing into his metal box. His heart began to race as he scrunched his eyes closed, hoping that it might be an awful dream; the cruelest of nightmares. He opened them, and they were still there.

When his body moved, attempting to rid himself of the binds, his lungs began to tighten. EJ couldn't breathe. It was the worst thing in the world. He needed something else to focus on, and there was nothing, not when the droid was looking over him.

"What is this?" He could hear Rose ask from the table to his right; she must have just woken up. "What's going on? Doctor?"

EJ wished the Doctor was there. He would know what to do better than anyone. He would save them. He would help him breathe. Instead, he was alone, and stuck, and breathless. How were they supposed to do anything when they were so helpless?

"Rose!" Mickey cried. He was glad not to be alone either. "They're going to chop us up! Just like the crew! They're going to chop us up and stick us all over their stupid spaceship! And where's the Doctor? Where's the precious Doctor now? Been gone for flipping hours, that's where he is!"

His moaning provided enough of a distraction, and EJ was able to slow his pants enough to get a few words out. "Shut up!"

The droids looked to them, and stared, lifelessly with their glass eyes and porcelain faces. "You are compatible."

Now calmer, only slightly, EJ coughed out. "Not my type."

"Well, you might want to think about that." Rose stalled as best she knew how. "You really really might because me and the boys, we didn't come here alone. Oh, no, and, trust me, you wouldn't want to mess with our designated driver."

There were three clockwork droids, one beside each of them. When Rose spoke, it was the one beside her which released its blade from its sleeve, and pressed it to her neck. She froze, momentarily, unsure of how to continue. If she should be brave, or if she should stay quiet.

     She chose brave.

     "Ever heard of the Daleks? Remember them?" Rose nodded her head as if they understood the movements. "They had a name for our friend. They had myths about him and a name. They all him the..." A vague voice in the distance which caused her to stutter. "They called him the..."

     It was hardly a surprise that the Doctor was making such a ruckus. However, it was the way in which he was doing it. He was singing 'I Could Have Danced All Night' as he danced through the ship without a care in the world.

     "And still have begged for more!"

     There was a glass of wine in his hand as he swung around one of the support beams. His tie was wrapped around his head, and sunglasses covering his eyes. If he had ever looked ridiculous, it was now.