...I'm sorry. It's been forever since I've updated this, hasn't it? Almost two months... Wow... I don't really have a valid excuse for this. I've just been going through a rough time the past month and a half (ish)... It's been difficult. You'll probably see it in my writing. This chapter is absolute crap. But I felt like I should update, so here's the crappiest chapter you can get after 2 months of work on one chapter. I'm just ready to move on from this part and start writing the interesting parts that are coming up, the big story changers. Anyways, I hope you at least are a bit satisfied with this, and I'll see if I can find the effort to write a chapter much sooner than this one... And better...

Phoenix groaned, her consciousness slowly returning to her as she pushed herself up. The metal beneath her hands was almost freezing to the touch. She hissed, removing her weight from her right hand. For some reason, it felt as if she had broken it. She finally opened her eyes, cringing as bright light invaded her vision. She was in the Tardis, that much was for sure.

As soon as her vision adjusted, she glanced around, recognizing it as the 11th Doctor's Tardis. Phoenix's face twisted with confusion for a moment before remembering the episode she was in. Day of the Doctor. Her memories flooded back to her and she realized why her hand was in so much pain. She had hit that guard pretty hard. She wouldn't get away with that if she ever met him again, which is why she did not want to go to that time period again. Not that she would have a choice though.

Slowly standing up, Phoenix yawned before walking over to the console and leaning on it. Where were the Doctors? Was she even in the same episode? She could very well be in a different 11 episode, which would make her quite sad. She really did enjoy the Day of the Doctor, even if there were other episodes that could be considered better. It was a nice combination of Doctors, though she was always sad that 9 couldn't join them.

Phoenix glanced down and realized how disheveled she looked. The shirt she was wearing had creased on all corners and had a surprising amount of dirt on it. Her skinny jeans had ripped, quite a bit. The converse she was wearing seemed fine, if not a bit washed out.

Determined to find her way to the wardrobe, Phoenix made her way down the Tardis corridors, hoping the Tardis would work with her a bit. She was still exhausted, and her comprehension was still a bit off. She doubted she could actually get to the wardrobe without a little help from the Tardis. Plus, her vision was still a bit fuzzy, making the corridors look like greyish blobs of space.

After about fifteen minutes, she stumbled into the wardrobe, glaring at the Tardis. The Tardis had decided not to help her, leaving her completely on her own. She was surprised it didn't take longer for her to actually reach the wardrobe. She often found it one of the hardest rooms on the Tardis to locate, and that was saying quite a lot.

She strolled through the items of clothing, sighing as nothing appealed to her. She couldn't wear a dress as it would be impractical, but she couldn't find much of anything else. The Tardis must have put it there to mess with her. She groaned, banging her head against the wall. Why couldn't she just get some cooperation for once? It seemed like everyone was ignoring her recently. Or maybe she was ignoring them.

The clothes suddenly changed into the sort of thing Phoenix wanted. She glanced curiously at the Tardis, wondering why she had a change in heart all of a sudden. The Tardis didn't often do that. She shrugged, too tired to solve anything. It seemed as if the sleep had made her even more exhausted, seeing as it made her adrenaline wear down.

She picked the first appealing thing she saw. Converse, black skinny jeans, dark green tank-top, and a long black coat similar to Jack's. It looked halfway decent, and she was too tired to actually care what she looked like. She sunk down to the ground in front of the mirror, placing her forehead against of it.

She had a nightmare while she was sleeping. It had seemed so real; so horrible. She wasn't even sure if it was actually a nightmare, though that was the only way it could be explained. The darkness inside of her mind had decided to take over her conscious for that night, and all of her deepest fears had showered her dreams.

She shook her head slightly and stood up, attempting a smile at the mirror. It wasn't that bad, she could handle it. It's not like it actually happened, right? The Doctor was just outside of the Tardis, and she could go meet him at any time. She could always visit Jack as well, or Amy, or Martha. Phoenix fixed her jacket before turning and walking out of the wardrobe, heading back to the console room.

Once again, she leaned against the console, waiting for the Doctors to return. She didn't exactly want to walk outside, in fear that they were doing something dangerous and she couldn't handle it. She was still exhausted, she wouldn't be able to help. Yet she did not want to go back to sleep for anything. Her adrenaline would kick in at any moment anyways, and she would go back to running off with the Doctor soon.

It was boring waiting for him to come back. She was never good at being patient in the first place, but waiting inside of the Tardis almost killed her. She knew something was going on right outside that door, and she wanted to experience it. But she wouldn't be able to handle it, as she had convinced herself before. It's not like she was missing much, right?

She passed the time by trying to discover what each button on the console meant. The Tardis had decided to help with this game, by telling her, on the little screen, if she had guessed something right or wrong. It kept her from her thoughts and was actually a kind of fun thing to do. It also helped her learn how to pilot the Tardis, if she ever got the chance.

Phoenix's eyes gleamed as she heard the Tardis door creak open. She glanced over and smiled as she watched Clara walk in. Well, smile was a loose term. It was more of a clenching of her teeth in an upturned position. Clara smiled back, walking over to the console to get closer to Phoenix.

"You okay Phoenix?" Clara asked gently, her face morphing into one of a worried look. Phoenix gave her a curious look, before nodding. She wasn't sure why Clara was asking that, she was perfectly fine. She felt fine, besides the tiredness. What could Clara mean?

Clara seemed to accept Phoenix's response, as she gave a relaxed smile and sat down in the captain's chair. There was an awkward silence hanging in the air after that. Phoenix didn't know what to say. She wasn't normally the one to initiate things, much less conversations. She used to be, back when she was very young, but she had grown to be a bit shyer. Her parents had always told her she was the most outgoing person when she was a young child.

A frown appeared on her face as the memory of her parents surfaced. That had also been in her dream. They had left her in the dream, leaving her by herself on a street corner in the rain. They had then died right in front of her by a car crashing into them. She had cried so much in the dream. She still hardly could believe it wasn't real.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was fine. Just a dream. It didn't actually happen. Her parents weren't dead. Phoenix forced a monotonous expression on her face and tapped against the console, waiting for the Doctor to return. If Clara had returned before the Doctor, that meant they were at the very end of the episode. The Doctor was talking to Tom Baker.

Seven minutes later, the Doctor still hadn't returned. Phoenix looked over to Clara, whom was staring at the Gallifreyan on one of the walls. She clearly wasn't aware of her surrounding, so Phoenix decided to go and fetch the Doctor. It's what she was here for anyways, right? To keep the Doctor in check.

Slipping out of the Tardis door and into the bright white room, Phoenix immediately noticed the Doctor talking to Tom Baker. Maybe the scene in the show was shorter than what actually happened. She stood silently, not wanting to disturb the two. It was a very nice conversation, even if it was very improbable normally.

As the wrapped up their conversation, Phoenix slowly stepped forward, giving a smile at Tom Baker. He returned it, which gave her a warm feeling. Tom Baker was her favorite Classic Who Doctor, and probably always would be. It was amazing to actually meet him for once.

The Doctor turned around and noticed Phoenix, his face brightening as he walked over to her. Tom chuckled before giving both of them a wave and completing his conversation. "Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows?" He walked off, leaving Phoenix and The Doctor by themselves.

"How did you sleep? Sorry I couldn't bring you to your room, we were kind of busy and the Tardis was malfunctioning." The Doctor commented, looking at Phoenix with worried eyes. She chuckled slightly, not surprised about the Doctor's demeanor. He seemed to always be worried about her, abnormally so.

"I'm fine Doctor. Tired, but fine. My adrenaline was erased when I fell asleep." Phoenix replied, yawning slightly to prove her point. He nodded, taking her hand softly and pulling her into the Tardis where Clara waited. Phoenix's eyes began to droop again, but she forced them open. She didn't want to go asleep again. She could get sleep later. She just didn't want to visit dream realm again at the moment.

The Doctor seemed to have other plans however, as he dragged her down the corridors of the Tardis and into her room. It was still magnificent as before, with the blue and golden walls; golden carpet; four-poster bed. He pulled her over to the bed and placed her down on it, giving her a firm order to get more rest. She protested, but he was very strict about it. She sighed, pulling away the covers and climbing under them. She immediately felt her eyes get heavy, which made her panic more. She didn't want to dream again.

Turning off the lights, The Doctor left the room, leaving Phoenix to sleep. Sleep didn't seem like harm to the Doctor, but it was deadly to Phoenix. She drifted out of consciousness, her panicked thoughts slowly fading away, only to be replaced by horrific pictures. It would be a long night.