Bananas Give Me Headaches
Back on the TARDIS, Amy was dancing around excitedly, adrenaline still pumping through her veins after their little adventure. Both the Doctor and Evie were more subdued, lost in their own thoughts. The pair were almost on autopilot as they moved around the console, flying the TARDIS without even thinking.
After a while, feeling suddenly guilty, Evie approached Amy. The red-head had left the console room and was sitting at the kitchen table eating a yoghurt. Remembering the last time she'd seen Amy with a yoghurt in her hand the teenager smiled.
"Listen," She said taking a deep breath and pulling herself up onto the counter in front of Amy, "I'm really sorry about earlier. The whole you'll get used to it, comment. I didn't mean anything by it… sometimes I say things without realising I'm even going to."
"Really?" She asked, resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands. "Like… you're not actually speaking?"
"That's exactly it!" Evie said, excited that Amy seemed to understand. "And then there was the Ood."
"Oh… sorry. It's like this creature with tentacles… they're peaceful; born with their brains in their hands." She saw the slightly revolted look on Amy's face and smiled. "Yeah… bit creepy. But it was here… in the TARDIS. You know when you found me in the corridor? It told me that it was almost time; almost time for me to find out."
"Find out what?" The red-head's eyes were wide and she was staring unblinking at her new friend. Evie shrugged.
"I don't know. But it also mentioned the cracks. It told me to watch them. No! It told me to keep my eye on them."
"Is there a difference?"
"I-I don't know. It just seemed important when I was saying it, the wording."
"Maybe you should tell the Doctor?"
Evie shook her head. "No. I don't think he's fully recovered from the regeneration yet. Either that or he's really changed."
"What was he like? Before?"
Evie smiled, remembering. Her eyes glazed over for a second or two. "He was… less crazy. And he was far less angry and shouty. But he was more protective of me, maybe it was because he was more serious, more emotional, I don't know. Or maybe it was because it was just me and him – not that I'm saying he's different because you're here. I really don't know."
There was a pause and then Amy spoke again. "What about that woman you said you saw back there? Who was she? What happened?"
"What is this, the Spanish inquisition?" Evie snapped suddenly, reluctant to talk about the woman.
"No…" Amy jumped, looking wary. "Sorry… I just thought… maybe you'd want to talk?"
"Sorry, it's that thing again. I didn't mean…" She bit her lip, tears in her eyes. Sighing deeply she shook her head. "I don't know who she is. I feel like I should. I mean, she knew my name, she knew about the Doctor and the TARDIS. She even said that it was too soon for me to be there."
"What else can you remember? Maybe remembering will help you figure things out?"
"Maybe… well… she was beautiful, really beautiful and she had browny-blonde curly hair. And she told me never to lower my gun. And then she left."
Both of them glanced around, jumping as they saw the man in the doorway. The Doctor smiled at them, raising a hand awkwardly in a sort of half wave. He moved into the room, twisting his hands around each other and trying not to make eye contact.
"I couldn't help overhearing," he said, glancing briefly at Evie, "but I did."
"Oh… couldn't help it, hey, spaceman? Really though?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well… that's not strictly true." She continued to stare at him until he sighed. "Fine, I turned on the speaker system, but I had a perfectly good reason."
"And what was that?" Evie demanded, feeling that her privacy had been violated.
"I wanted to know what you were talking about."
"Doctor!" Amy reprimanded him. "That's not a good reason!"
"Yes, well… I'd never have heard all that otherwise, would I? You'd never have told me, Evie. You said so yourself."
"Is it any wonder?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him. By now she'd slid off the counter and was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at the Time Lord.
"OK, no." He admitted, smiling awkwardly. "But think, Evie. Was there anything else that happened when you saw the woman? Did she say anything?"
"No." Evie told him. "Why did you say it was impossible?"
"There was a library… CAL… but she died. Can't be her…"
"Her? Who?" The teenager asked eagerly.
"Doesn't matter… are you sure nothing happened in that room?" He pressed, staring at her intensely.
Evie wanted to punch him in the face, but she managed to control her temper, breathing deeply. "Well… I got this sort of headache. It was so bad that I dropped my gun and fell over. She practically jumped across the room to help me. When she looked in my eyes… it was like… I don't… I can't… Doctor! Help!"
Evie's head felt like it was about to explode again. White hot pain was shooting through her, almost making her body jerk and spasm. The Doctor scooped her up and ran towards the console room with Amy close on his heels. He laid her on the floor setting up the scanner and rushing around like a demented bee.
Amy knelt beside her, holding her hand tightly. Evie was screaming but no sound was being emitted from her mouth. Her eyes suddenly snapped open and it was Amy's turn to scream. Evie's eyes had changed colour, from a light greeny-blue to golden. The Doctor dropped to his knees, staring into her eyes in astonishment. He scanned them with the sonic screwdriver, checking the reading and letting his mouth fall open.
The teenager opened her mouth and a stream of golden particles floated out. For a second they hung in the air, swirling above her and then, as quickly as they appeared they vanished. Evie blinked several times before narrowing her eyes and sitting up.
"Why am I on the floor?" She demanded. "And why are you both looking at me like that?"
"You… I dunno. Fainted, I guess?" Amy said, trying to work out if the teenager was joking. "You were telling the Doctor about that woman from earlier and your headache and then…"
Evie was looking at her as if she'd gone mad. "What woman? What headache, for that matter? I never get headaches, unless I eat bananas. Bananas give me headaches." She leapt to her feet and moved around the console, checking the monitor with a frown. "Why were you scanning me?"
Amy and the Doctor glanced at each other warily. Evie wasn't acting like Evie. She was jumpy and hyper, almost manic; not at all like her usual calm and casual self. They moved towards her slowly, not understanding much of what was happening at all.
"Hmm… according to these readings I'm dying. It's probably just timey-wimey things messing up the scanner again." Evie said with a broad grin. "Because that can't be true can it? I mean we all know I'm already dead, aren't I?" She turned to the Doctor, with tears in her eyes. Her voice wobbled as she spoke, trying to contain her tears. "I'm not dying, am I?" She raised her right hand and wiped the moisture away from the opposite eye with the heel of her palm. "Please don't let me die."
Dot, dot, dot. o_O Cliff hanger much? Haha! I'm mean!
You'll just have to wait and see what happens next ;)
The Doctor covered his mouth with one hand, looking at her. He realised in that moment that he had never actually seen the teenager cry before. When she'd first found and read the headline and seen that she was 'dead' she'd been angry; so angry, inexplicably angry. Since then, whenever she got upset she just closed down or avoided the subject.
He had never seen a single tear fall from her eyes. Yes, he'd seen evidence that she had been crying – tearstained cheeks, red eyes, etc., but he'd never actually seen her cry before. And now he realised that that scared him. Especially now that she was crying. Grabbing her tightly by the arms, he forced her to look at him, promising things with his eyes that he couldn't say out loud.
The last part of Evie's story, 'Holding On', is coming soon! You know what you have to do first though ;)