Parallel: From Another World [1] (The Parallel Series) ✓

Fear Her - Two

"How many times do I have to tell you he's dead." Trish snapped at Rose.

"Well, he's got a very loud voice for a dead bloke." Rose snapped back at the woman.

"That 'scribble creature' if that can become alive then what about him?" Rita suggested.

"Was that a secret?" The Doctor raised a brow.

"Possibly, possibly not" Rita shrugged not making this easy.

"But you are right, if living things can become drawings, then maybe drawings can become living things." He nodded explaining. "Chloe's real dad is dead, but not the one who visits her in her nightmares. That dad seems very real. That's the dad she's drawn and he's a heartbeat away from crashing into this world."

"She always got the worst of it when he was alive," Trish muttered in thought.

"Doctor, how can a twelve-year-old girl be doing any of this?"

"She isn't," Rita answered for him.

"Then let's find out what it is." They followed Trish upstairs and she waited by the door. The Doctor opened it and stepped inside, the girl was cross-legged sat on her bed. Her eyes followed the Doctor as he stepped into her room standing in front of the bed watching her just like she was watching him. Continuing to watch him she copied the Vulcan salute he showed her earlier.

"Nice one." He knelt down placing his fingers on her temples placing the girl in some sort of sleep, her eyes creepily rolled up, he layered her on her back on the bed. "There we go."

"I can't let him do this." Trish went to intervein only to be held back by Rita and Rose.

"Shush, it's okay." Rose confronted the woman.

"He knows what he's doing"

"Now we can talk." The Doctor stood up.

"I want Chloe. Wake her up. I want Chloe." It demanded hitting the bed with Chloe's fist.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.

"I want Chloe Webber." It repeated ignoring his question.

"What've you done to my little girl?" Trish cried.

"Doctor, what is it?" Rose asked.

The Doctor ignored the questions focusing on what was inside Chloe. "I'm speaking to you, the entity that is using this human child. I request parley in compliance with the Shadow Proclamation." He stated.

"I don't care about shadows or parleys." It said in a loud whisper.

"So what do you care about?" He crouched beside the bed.

"I want my friends." It admitted.

"You're lonely, I know. Identify yourself."

It then started to open up. "I am one of many. I travel with my brothers and sisters. We take an endless journey. A thousand of your lifetimes. But now I am alone. I hate it. It's not fair, and I hate it."