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A Fine Line - Between Chaos and Creation

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UNIT!100 - 041. Shapes.
I Am Clever
Title: Wander in the Night (4/10)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: John Benton
Prompt: 041. Shapes.
Word Count: 495
Rating: T
Summary: John Benton just wanted to enjoy his 3 days of leave. Unfortunately, some beings have other plans for him. 10 chapters, each written for a separate fanfic100 prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OCs, should I create any for these stories.

It didn’t take very long for the drug to start affecting Benton - he started feeling simultaneously hot and cold, and was periodically hit with sudden dizzy spells. He wasn’t able to do much for his head, though, as he was still strapped into the chair, so the pounding in his head just got worse and worse.

“Healer, look at these resultsssss. He isssssss doing better than we thought he would.”

Benton groaned, as even that small disruption of the quiet in the room set his headache off even more. By now, he was seeing spots in his field of vision - any time he dared open his eyes to the light, that was.

“We have never had any readings like thissssss before. Perhaps it is a ssssssign that this species is strong enough.”

By now, Benton could no longer hold his head up, and every time he tried to open his eyes, he noticed that the drug was doing odd things to his vision. He couldn't distinguish between different objects in the room any more; they all just appeared as a large blur of odd shapes.

“His temperature continues to rise, Healer. Are you sure thisssssss is wise? Perhaps this species is not the one we ssssssseek for our cure.”

“I am sure, Ssssssstudent. We must sssssssimply give him more time to ensure the drug takes effect.”

Benton could no longer focus on what was being said around him; he felt far too awful to even care. Then he felt a clawed hand touch his arm, and that was the last straw - he gave up the fight with consciousness and passed out.

“Healer, he has lossssst consciousnesssssss. Should we not tend to his fever now?”

“Yesssssss, Student. If he ssssssssurvives this, we will be able to create our cure.”


Benton drifted for a long time in a sea of darkness and pain. Whether that was physical pain or mental, he wasn’t sure. But during that time, he saw all sorts of monsters converging on him, as well as people he thought were his friends: the Brigadier, Miss Grant, Captain Yates, the Doctor - all chasing after him and mocking him derisively. He begged them to stop, but if anything, that only made them louder. He tried running, but never seemed to get anywhere.

Some tiny part of his subconscious was whispering that it wasn’t real, but Benton was having a hard time paying attention to that when he was too busy trying to shut out the mocking shouts of “Too ‘delicate’ for intelligence work, Benton”, “You’ve outlived your usefulness, Sergeant”, and “Don’t be such an idiot, Benton”, among others.

He didn’t remember when he had finally just hunched up into a ball, covering his face with his hands, crying “Make it stop! Please stop!”, but eventually the white-hot frenzy that was this horrible nightmare began to dull and fade away into pure, cool blackness.

Fever broken, Benton slept. But he wasn’t out of the woods yet.

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