Wanderer of Time: Silence Begins (doctor who)

Chapter 31: The Doctor's Love

Amy and Rory came up next, seeming to check over if Wanda was okay. Amy gave her a happy hug while Rory just sort of nodded at Wanda. Still within the awkward faze of new companion. Wanda asked immediately over the wellbeing of Isabella, Guido, and Venice. They assured her that Isabella and Guido were fine. The girl had not been undergoing the treatments for that long. So as long as she stayed out of the sun for a while and ate normal human food, she would be fine once more. Guido had still killed the Saturnynians-changed girls. But instead of killing himself along with them, he merely trapped them within the gunpowder room and ran trail from the room to outside. Exploding the building at a safe distance.

Venice had been saved by both companions and the Doctor. Stopping the elemental generator than Rosanna had used to create a powerful storm and earthquakes. Both Rosanna and Francesco had perished in the end. Francesco being killed by Amy with her compact mirror, and Rosanna killing herself by giving up her life to her hungry children in the waters. Wanda felt sad that the Saturnynians still became extinct in the end, but at least Venice was safe. At least Isabella and Guido could live happily together, and no more girls made to change and forced to become a whole new species.

Wanda smiled, glad that her friends were all right. She told them how she should go get showered and changed so that they may go somewhere to celebrate. She glanced over to the Doctor, seeing how he seemed distant. He did not quite meet her gaze when she asked him if that was all right. He only grunted in response. She stared at him anxiously, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before going to her room.

Once she placed her wet clothes away and hung her boots and coat up to dry, she hopped right into the shower. She stood there under the water for a while, letting guilt wash over her with the water. She had put the Doctor through so much. She should have thought things through. She should have told him what was going to happen. But that was just it, she did not know. Everything had been blank. At least things had turned out all right for Isabella. Wanda had been relieved by that. But she knew she needed to apologize to the Doctor about acting so brashly. Maybe she could make it up to him somehow?

She got out of the shower and dried off. She placed on her more leisurely clothing, consisting of sweats and a large t-shirt before exiting the bathroom. She felt surprised to see the Doctor sitting on the bed. She noticed how he seemed to stare evenly at her, looking stern.

"Hey, Theta," she said lightly, placing her wet towel into the laundry bin and looked cautiously to the Doctor. "Is everything all right?"

"No, everything is not all right," he spoke in a hard and strict tone. He sat up straighter on the bed, giving her a piercing gaze. "I thought you had died and you act as though it were no big deal."

"No . . . it was a big deal," she whispered. She pinched her thumb behind her back, twisting it around. "I'm very sorry for the trouble I caused you. I'll try not to scare you like that in the future."

"Scare me? That didn't scare me," he bit out. "That ripped my hearts out and stomped them into pieces. Do you have any idea how upset I was?"

"No, I don't," she answered truthfully. She stared to him, hoping he would understand how little she truly understood on his and her own emotions. "I don't understand. I always thought . . . that you would simply be unhappy if I were to leave one day. Not . . . go through something such as that."

"'Simply unhappy'? How could you think I would just be unhappy if you were to leave me?" He stood up, going over to her and gripping her shoulders firmly. "Wanda, do you have any idea on how much I care for you? Have you not understood any of my confessions or affections for you?"

"No." She stared down, feeling guilt. "I want to understand. I mean I've been studying the subject, but no matter how much I study I just can't grasp my mind around it. I don't know what to feel or how to see what you feel. I just . . ."