The Way She Touched Him
It Doesn't Need Saying
Disclaimer: I own Phillippa and I think I own the planet Flox and it's epic once in a great long while storm but that's about it.
A/N: Okay, so this is the first in a series of non sequential oneshots about the eleventh Doctor and Phillippa Reed traveling through time and space and facing all sorts of danger. This takes place several months to a year into Phillippa's time with the Doctor. There will be many others. Some will be dramatic, some will be funny, some will be action packed and some will be fluffy. Please enjoy.
"Phillippa, get out of there now!" the Doctor's voice came over the power stations comm. System.
"Working on it," Phillippa Reed, one of the Doctor's current companions, grunted as she moved through the halls of the station towards the exit.
"You've got thirteen seconds!" Amy Pond was the one shouting over the comm. Now.
Phillippa threw herself through a door that was in the process of closing. "I know Amy!" she yelled frustrated, even though she hadn't been aware of the actual number.
The planet-wide ionic snow storm was just beginning. Within a matter of moments the electromagnetic interference would render all of the electronic devices on the planet of Flox useless. Phillippa had been assisting the residents of the power station evacuate to ships in orbit and to properly shut down the power grids of the settlements while the Doctor, Amy and Rory had been helping to evacuate the settlements themselves.
Fortunately for the Doctor and his companions, the nature of Time Lord technology allowed it to compensate for the interference that the storm would provide. Unfortunately for Phillippa, once the storm interference had reached it's peak, she would be trapped in the station without any heat and would freeze to death.
She reached the exit just as the lights on the panel beside the door went out. "Come on!" Phillippa screamed as she punched the door control panel with full force "Open!"
"Phillippa!" the Doctor screamed. Thre comm. Was still functioning but not for much longer, it was becoming cluttered with static.
"It's alright Doctor," Phillippa slumped against the door, her eyes drifting close. She tried to keep the tears out of her voice, at least until the comm. Was dead completely "We saved them Doctor, we saved them all. One of those days where everyone lives… Well almost everyone."
"Phillippa," the Doctor's voice was quiet and almost lost in the static "There has to be a way, I'll figure something out."
"You're reaching Doctor," and the tears were coming and very much evident in her voice "We knew this would happen. Remember what I told you?"
"Of course!" he had to shout to make himself heard over the interference now.
"Making memories Doctor!" Phillippa shouted to make sure he could hear her in those few moments they had left "We were good at that!"
"The best!" he agreed.
"So don't forget me and it'll be okay!" she yelled as a sob escaped her lips.
"I won't!" he shouted "Phillippa I-" and the comm. cut off.
Phillippa slumped to the floor, knowing what he was going to say and knowing that having his message cut off like that would be an all too familiar pain, a pain that he shouldn't have to feel. No regrets, she had told him when he'd confessed to her about Rose Tyler.
"Don't blame yourself," she whispered to the ether "None of this was your fault."
Twenty four hours later the storm had subsided enough for power to be restored to the station. The front doors of the station slid open and three figures dressed in long cloaks with hoods that made them look like Eskimos entered.
"Amy! Rory! This way!" the lead figure shouted, he sounded a bit angry.
"Again," the last figure, a male, said as he through his hood back, revealing himself "You know she'd never forgive me or Amy if we let you out in that storm."
"I could have survived it!" the Doctor tossed his hood back and glowered at his companions "And tying me up was just…" there was a soft moan from somewhere behind him and he never finished his sentence.
The Doctor spun on his heel to see a figure lying in a crumpled heap. Within seconds he had ripped off his cloak and wrapped the motionless woman in it. He pulled her into his arms and looked down "You're alive," he breathed in absolute shock.
Phillippa's eyes flickered and she stared up at him "I'm as stymied as you," she replied weakly with a faint smile.
In an instant the Doctor was in overdrive. He scooped Phillippa up into his arms "Amy, Rory, back to the TARDIS!" he commanded "Get the infirmary ready!"
The young married couple nodded and ran off hand in hand out into the snowy landscape. Amy smiled brightly at her husband as they reached the TARDIS, which the Doctor had brought closer to the power station as soon as the storm would allow.
"She's alive Rory," Amy was overjoyed.
Rory nodded with equal excitement "It's a miracle Amy!" he declared "An absolute miracle!"
The two rushed into the infirmary and Rory began getting together the equipment that the he and the Doctor would need to treat Phillippa.
The Doctor came through the door of the infirmary with Phillippa securely in his arms only moments later. He laid her gently on the bed and removed the hooded cloak, a gift from the people that he Amy and Rory had helped, from around her.
Rory and Amy both found themselves pushed to the sidelines as the Doctor worked. Phillippa was gazing up at him and smiling "I knew you'd come back," she murmured "I just had to hold on and you'd come…"
Within a day Phillippa was back up on her feet. It was the following afternoon that the Doctor found her in the kitchen of the TARDIS. "You should be resting," he told her firmly, coming up beside her as she stared down into an empty mixing bowl.
She looked up at him and smiled softly "I will," she promised "Soon, I was just messing about."
The Doctor enveloped her in a hug "Go to bed," he said softly "You almost died."
Phillippa's smile grew "But I didn't. Everybody lived Doctor," her eyes drifted closed and she found herself leaning against him for support "Everybody lived."
The Doctor smiled at her as he helped her back to her room "Yeah," he murmured as he helped get her into bed "This once."
"And many times to come," Phillippa told him, catching his hand as he attempted to stand "There will be a lot of days like this, I can feel it."
He shrugged, not believing her words but willing to humor a woman who the day before had been brought back from deaths cold embrace.
There was silence for a long time as Phillippa simply held his hand. When at last she spoke it was in a dreamy voice "That thing you were gonna say over the comm. back there…"
"Yeah?" the Doctor asked a bit nervously as his hearts beat a bit faster for a moment.