Wanderer of Time: Silence Begins (doctor who)

Chapter 17: More than a Crush

Warning: Mature topics discussed within the chapter

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Wanda stumbled into a kitchen. She banged her knee sharply against a small sitting counter as she slammed into it. Her eyes began to tear up from the pain. She hopped up and down holding onto her knee.

"Ow. Ow. Ow," she muttered repeatedly. She leaned against a sink, rubbing sourly at her knee as she gazed around to where she had been brought to. The whole area around her was very . . . homey. It was quaint. Bright and sunny. A few sunflowers in a vase on a counter. Another vase of tulips in an open shelve in the wall. It was lovely.

She sighed heavily, feeling guilt well up inside of her and hating herself greatly for what she had done. Her hearts dancing with joy, and her mind stomped around angrily. The barrier was throwing a fit, crossly throwing fuming emotions at her. As well as constant images of Rose and River as if to remind her what she was ruining and make her feel even more guilty for the act she had committed. Her whole mind throbbed from a spiteful headache. She groaned and gripped her head, feeling how her hearts suddenly deflated slightly in their joy and feel the same overwhelming guilt.

She had kissed the Doctor. She kissed him! Sure, him kissing her was fine. He was the Doctor. That was the sort of thing he did. And she had technically kissed him once, but . . . that had been a mistake. Especially since she had been out of her mind during that moment with her dying and all. But she was certain not to kiss him again. Kissing him was a selfish and self-centred desire and action.

And . . . god, had it been wonderful.

His lips against hers. Hers against his. The way they had moved together. The way he invaded her mouth, sending a thrill down her spine. Her whole body felt on fire the way he held her against his body. Agh! She was a terrible person! A horrible friend! Rose and River (especially the future wife) would hate her forever if they ever found out. They would never forgive her. Wanda hardly forgave herself.

She groaned loudly in frustration, sitting down on the white, stool chair at the dining counter. She leaned down, crossing her arms as she banged her head on the table top. Maybe she could knock some sense back into her. It might make her less selfish and awful.

"Oh, I know what this means. What's happened between you and the Doctor now?"

Wanda stopped her banging, lifting her head to see Amy standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She had a mug in hand, taking a sip of her drink.

"Is the Doctor here?" Wanda asked cautiously, staring warily behind the red head, fearing that Eleven would suddenly pop out and overwhelm her like he usually did. What he say to her if he found out where she had just come from, and what she had done with Ten?

"You just missed him. Left a couple hours ago," Amy told her, coming up to the counter and sitting on the other side. "He brought us back from our honeymoon. At least . . . I think that's what you call a honeymoon. You two kept calling it a honeymoon. I call it a disaster." She took another sip from her drink.

"Have you seen the impossible astronaut yet?" Wanda asked her.

"Astronaut? What astronaut?" Amy asked, giving her a questioning look.

"Spoilers," Wanda mumbled, letting out a breath of relief. "Good, he's gone. That's good." She leaned down and began banging her head again. Amy raised a curious brow.

"That's good? The Doctor being gone is good?" she asked in bewilderment.

"Yes." Wanda banged her head harder, giving herself a sharp headache. Not that her first headache was not gone. It just added a layer of pain as to punish herself for her selfishness.