11th Doctor Novels & Stories

My guard is reduced to one and even the Doctor stops visiting daily. “I apologise Luna, I had other...matters to attend to,” The Doctor muttered as he shuffled in, his bushy eyebrows twitching wildly as he measured my blood pressure. It was impossible not to notice the smeared blood on the inside of his white coat sleeve. In his sixties, close to retiring, are there not younger men to deal with battle wounds? “Has something happened?” I ask innocently. “Nothing he can tell you about,” the guard snaps and I shut my mouth with a grimace. The doctor's deep set brown eyes give nothing away. When he is escorted out the door remains open. I do not move from my chair.

I had my charm and it still works, perhaps she was the only soul that it was yet to work on. When the door opened, the Doctor was led into the room by one of the cleaning ladies. This was a different doctor, it wasn't my Doctor, probably a replacement doctor who was called in last minute to tend to my wound and so he had to hurry over here hearing that I just got shot and needed medical help.

An older man shouted in surprise. “Legend has it that the last generation of ghost doctors appeared during the twelfth century. The Immortal Doctor went by the name of Guilherme Extraordinaire. Several centuries had passed since then. Did Guilherme Extraordinaire leave a legacy behind? I thought his legacy disappeared long ago.”

One of father’s men is already turning his head to stare at Malachi. Malachi leaves, and once we’re alone, the Doctor turns to me. Now that i properly look at him, he’s handsome, but in that ethereal way. He’s not sharply handsome the way Malachi is. His eyes are a very peculiar shade of blue, almost bordering on purple. I look at them wistfully, “Your eyes are so pretty. Too bad you’ll have to pluck them out yourself soon.” Bridget made me practice intimidation. My father approved of it, and it seems to work because my new doctor buries his head in his hands and pulls his hair as he lets out one broken word, “Fuck.”

Lucas brought out his phone and showed the Doctor a photo. The Doctor's eyes widened with realization before he put on a confused look. Staring back and forth between Lucas and the phone's screen, he opened his mouth but no words came out for a while. Finally, the Doctor cleared his throat and said, “No, Mr. Harrison. I'm afraid this lady didn't come to this hospital.” “Heidi didn't come?” Lucas gave him a skeptical look. The Doctor nodded rapidly, scratching his head. “She didn't come here. Maybe she went to a different hospital.”

After all, she did look like she was alright. The room was quiet for a while, except for the sounds of herbs being ground and a low hum of machines the Doctor was using. Freya had introduced him when I walked in but I had been too distracted by her to register his name. I only caught that he was from a different pack that had broken off. "So, you learned from him?" I pointed across the room at the doctor staring intensely at a clear mixture in a small bottle as though trying to see the elements that it was made up of.

How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession! Caught up with madness, I barged inside, and the door broke. The Doctor turned towards me to offer a salutation. However, my impulsive action rendered his gesture futile as I swiftly lunged toward him and seized his collar in an upward motion. My arm was now covered in fur, and my claws had become sharpened. With great force, I grasped his neck and tightened my grip. Using significant force, I forcefully pressed him against the wall with my hand, constricting his neck. Despite this, upon examining his countenance, he appeared to flinch noiselessly as if he was not experiencing any discomfort.

I asked "No. I am the only one that has seen the results." "Good. You can't let anyone else know what you have discovered," I said "So, I guess by your reaction, you are not surprised that the Luna is powerful." "No. I am not," I replied "I would never tell anyone what I found," the Doctor said "Thanks. Doc," I replied and left the Doctor's office. j

My voice a lifeline in the madness. "You're okay. I've got you. I won't let go." Another explosion outside rattles the walls. The camp is turning into a warzone triage center. Then a wolf, half-shifted, barely upright, burst through the door, his eyes wide and frantic. "Doc, Doc! It's Vladimir! He's down! You have to come now!"