Hi all, I hope you enjoy my story. It was my goal for it to read like an episode and keep the characters as true to form as I interpret them. Some chapters are much longer than others, but I think it has a good flow. Comments and/or constructive criticism is always welcome. I do not own Doctor Who, just a big fan.

DAY 2: MORNING

"It's nothing," she said, clenching her jaw and catching his wrist.

"Seriously, Doc-" he advances his arm another inch or so until she increased her resistance against him.

"I said it's nothing." she hissed. They were talking in teethy whispers, and the Doctor continually flicked her eyes to over Graham's shoulder, reassuring herself that Yaz and Ryan were not listening. She met Graham's pleading glare again, and implored him, "Just for now, it has to be nothing. Please."

The older man let his eyes flit over the front of the Doctor's coat, his hand still being stalled by hers, only inches from the lapel. She stood very awkwardly, her hips back and leaning forward ever-so-slightly. He had only just noticed the slightly deeper breaths she had started to take. In all of their travels to date, running had never been a problem of hers, but the past hour of sprinting for their lives had the Doctor behind all of them, in Graham's usual position, breathing hard, speaking less.

Graham was not sure if the younger ones had noticed the Doctor's strange behavior since the attack at the temple, but he had. He kept replaying the memory of her body being thrown over the stone landing; though he remembered her bouncing back up with hardly amiss breath. He knew she did not sleep last night, but that was hardly out of character, since he had never seen her sleep before. When they risked taking breaks, she would stand still, and that was weird, since she usually paced in a line or small circle.

He murmured, "I'm not letting this go."