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Yaz had started to walk down to the park. It wasn’t that long of a walk, and a nice day so she figured she’d get there on her own, despite her mother’s protests. Ryan, Graham and the Doctor had agreed to go on a picnic on Earth, and where to have it. Heritage park, close enough to her house in case she needed to go home, either for her or her mother’s sake. Despite the reasoning, she enjoyed the walk. The fresh air, the warmth from the sun, the freedom. It was good. Everything was good.
She just got to the area of the park where they agreed to meet, and saw her friends in the not so far distance, all sat around a blanket, an empty space between Ryan and the Doctor reserved just for her. They looked happy. The Doctor laughed at a joke Graham had said, yet Ryan just looked confused, clearly not understanding it. Graham was facing away from her, and Ryan and the Doctor would have seen her from the corner of their eyes if they needed to. She was safe, she knew that. Even more so when the blonde waved at her, yet didn’t move up from her spot on the blanket. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, since she didn’t need to, Yaz was only about a minute away from them anyway. She didn’t even feel the need to speed up like she usually would when she saw her friends and they saw her.
But that was odd, wasn’t it?
Shaking that thought away, she took a deep breath to calm herself and carried on walking to them. She noticed that the Doctor had started a story about one of her clumsier adventures with almost animated hand movements, clearly exaggerating something or specifying a big thing. Yaz just about heard the word ‘huge’ through a giggle and a few snickers from the lads. She was cute when she went on tangents in her stories, usually about how she ended up stuck somewhere, or met a historical figure.
Suddenly, her vision started to blur. Her limbs felt heavy as every step turned sluggish, every ounce of strength going into each movement. Panic coursed through her as she reached a trembling hand out to her friends, attempting to call for the blonde. To scream for help. Nothing. She felt tired as she slumped to the ground, watery eyes still staring at her friends, hoping they would notice her. Notice her paralyzed on the ground, trying to get their attention. Nothing. They didn’t even glance in her direction. She was a mere foot away, arm still stretched out.
“Don’t even bother.”
A voice, a terrifyingly familiar voice, came from above her. Two feet stepped in front of her, blocking her view of her friends.
The figure knelt down; a smirk plastered on her face. “They don’t care about you. You’re just being a pain, overly sensitive. Trust me, I know how much of a nuisance it is having to walk on eggshells with someone. Having to not say or do something for their sake, them not even taking into consideration of your own well-being. You’re just being selfish. Look at them.”
Mya stepped aside and gestured to her friends. Yaz couldn’t do anything but choke out a sob as she tried her best to move, to run. Even if it was just to hide behind the Doctor. Anything to get away from Mya. Yet nothing was working. All she could do was watch as her friends laughed at another joke.
“They’re happy,” her voice echoed. “ Without you .”
Yaz awoke with a start, bolting up in her bed as she screamed. The moment that she realised she was awake, that it was just a nightmare, she managed to calm herself down, yet was still wary of everything around her. She gulped as she stopped herself from crying, knowing if her mother found her sat in bed in hysterics, she’d try to get Knowles or Parry there to talk. She figured she couldn’t even tell anyone about the dream, seeing as it wouldn’t make sense to anyone human.
Maybe Hyacinth?
Shrugging, she got up and stretched. She didn’t hear anyone outside her room, so her family must have been out or at work. Maybe Sonya and Najia were at work and Hakim went to get food. It was good that they were out. At least she wouldn’t have to argue or have her mum glare at her when she left to meet her friends for the picnic.
The picnic...
Yaz shook her head, knowing what happened in her nightmare wouldn’t happen in reality. Even if Mya did try something, the Doctor would help.
Wouldn’t she?
Her phone buzzing made her jump out of her thoughts and quickly grab it. She sighed when she saw it was the Doctor. Odd. Usually the Doctor would just turn up out of nowhere, not text her beforehand .
Doctor: Hey! Am I picking you up or meeting there?
After a few moments thought, she bit her lip as she regrettably typed out her message.
Yaz : Hey Doctor. Sorry but can we do this another time? I can’t do it now.
Doctor: Oh sure, no probs !
Yaz sighed in relief and chucked her mobile on her bed before stretching. She needed to cancel. She knew she would always be on edge after that nightmare; however, she also didn’t want to be alone. Her phone buzzed before she figured out what to do for the day.
Doctor: Okay remind me never to say ‘probs’ again.
She laughed at that.
Doctor: I’ll text Graham now so you don’t have to. Can I come over though?
Yaz : Sure
Suddenly, she heard the TARDIS outside. She rushed to her window to see the blonde hopping out of her ship and walking over to the building.
Yaz : Doctor! I’m not even dressed yet!
Doctor: Oh! Sorry! Okay I’ll wait out here. Text when you’re decent.
She laughed when she saw her walk back, however, she didn’t walk in. She merely leaned against the door; her arms crossed over her chest.
Yaz : Are you really going to stand outside the TARDIS?
Doctor: Yup!
The Doctor looked up at her window immediately after, and waved at her with a huge grin on her face. Yaz rolled her eyes but waved back before she hurried to get changed.
Yaz : Okay, I’m ready now you can come up.
Doctor: Great! Be up now!
Yaz : Doors open.
She put her phone in her back-jean pocket and glanced at the window again to see the Doctor gone. Guessing she was excited to see her, she walked into the living room to double check her family were gone. The TV wasn’t on, so her assumption was right.
Her phone buzzed again.
Doctor: No, it’s not.
Rolling her eyes, Yaz walked to the front door, unlocked and opened it. The Doctor looked up from her mobile and pocketed it, smiling up at her.
“I meant you could have walked in instead of knocking,” she laughed when she saw her. “Come in, come in.”
“Thanks,” she grinned as she stepped in and closed the door. “Graham said it was okay that we had to cancel-”
“We?”
“Well, I might have said that I couldn’t either. Didn’t want all the heat on you, if that makes sense?”
“That makes perfect sense,” Yaz smiled at her. “Thanks, a lot.”
“Oh, and Hyacinth needs to cancel this week but we can always jump to your next appointment if you need it.”
“Um...”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“Maybe later?”
“Okay. What do you want to do in the meantime?”
Yaz looked around the flat, checking the time, seeing if there was any note. She didn’t know when they left or how long her family would be gone for. Shrugging, she gestured to the sofa. They could always move when someone comes back.
“Watch TV?”
“Sure!” the Doctor grinned as she slumped on the sofa, kicking off her boots and made herself sit cross legged. “What do you want to watch?”
“Whatever’s on,” Yaz shrugged as she walked to the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Please,” she nodded as she picked up the remote. “Four sugars!”
“Yeah,” she forced out a small laugh as she turned the kettle on and found two mugs. “I remember.”
She glanced up at the blonde, bopping her head along to a sitcom opening music happily. Yaz frowned as she picked up the tea bags and put them into the mugs before grabbing the milk from the fridge, vivid memories of her nightmare flashing in her mind.
“They’re happy without you.”