"Doctor, what's-" You shrieked as Jack pressured the gun further into your skull.
"Jack, talk to me," the Doctor calmly said.
It was really hard not to blink, especially when you had a gun to your head. The weeping angels are officialy creepy, you thought to yourself.
"Why, when, when you left me all alone? When she left me-" Jack was to angry to finish.
"But we needed to save the Doctor, Jack. It-" You pleaded.
"It's always about him isn't it?" Jack said uncontrollablely.
From out the side of your eye, you saw the Doctor reach into his trench coat. You noticed he pulled out his sonic screwdriver.
"You better put that thing back, Doctor," Jack ordered.
"Or what?" The Doctor asked.
"I'll shoot her," Jack said, clicking the retriever.
"Doctor...." You pleaded yet again.
"Everything's going to be alright, Y/N," the Doctor comforted you.
You remember hearing the Doctor's screwdriver make the little zapping noise before you heard the gun shot. The last thing you remember was the Doctor cradling you in his arms and then everything went black.
