The Doctor sat at his desk, a bored expression on his face as he filtered through mundane files. Nothing new of note, nothing he cared for. The light of his lamp held a cool, blue hue that he found better kept him awake during these late nights.

He’d been awake for a few days now, suppressing exhaustion in favor for productivity. It wasn’t rare for him to do that. What was rare, however, was how lowered his guard was, focused on getting through these papers.

That was his mistake.

A cool blade pressed against his neck and he felt his body tense, the cold against his warm neck causing a shudder to run down his spine.