The Doctors Knight
New Earth
Last night, I dreamt I was talking to My mother again. She never talks back, and I can never see her, not really. Its always a blur, sometimes it's like I can see her clearly, but then in a flash, its like I never saw her at all. I don't remember what My birth mother looks like, I saw her only once, my father says. You see, I was adopted when I was just an infant, my parents heard a knock on their door about a week before Christmas and there I was, swaddled in a cloth in a basket, he said it was exactly like you saw in the movies. Of course in real life you can't just bring a baby inside and raise it, there was apparently a lot of paperwork and a lot of fighting. My adoptive mother never really wanted me, but my dad wouldn't give up, so she conceded. Until I was 15 anyway when she starting humping the pool boy and drinking more than a bottle of red at night. Surprisingly my dad was the one who kicked her out, I would've thought that she would've left dad, but, life never continues to surprise.
I stood in front of my long mirror in my small bathroom, examining my features. I never used to dream of my birth mother until my mum left, but about a week after dad kicked her out and it was clear she was done with us, my birth mother was all I could think of. I stared at my dirty almost dark blonde hair and wondered if I got that from my mother, I gazed at the murky green of my eyes that I had always hated and wondered if my mother had looked into them and felt any love for me before giving me up, unfortunately, because my mother abandoned me on a doorstep, and didn't actually put me up for adoption, there was no way to tell who my mother was. I love my dad, and I don't wish I was with my birth mother, in fact, I rarely ever think of my biological parents, but today is my 20th birthday. And every year on my birthday, my thoughts always tend to stray this way, towards a mother I never knew, and the one I knew that just ended up leaving me.
I shake my head as I splash some cool water on my face, if my dad sees me wandering around all depressed on my birthday again, he'll wanna talk about it, and honestly, that's the last thing I wanna do. I push my hair back with my favourite white headband and fiddle with my necklace that my dad gave me on my 16th birthday, the year after my mother left us, it was silver with a small green gem, to match my eyes, he said. I go out of the bathroom into my adjoining bedroom
"Abigail!" I perk up at my father calling my name from down the stairs. "come on now, ya don't wanna miss opening your presents at your granny's do ya?"
My mouth tilts up into a grin, "Comin, dad!" I call to him as I pull on my sandals and grab my jacket containing my phone and wallet, I rush out my bedroom past my 'Doctor Who' posters hanging on the wall and go rushing down the stairs, my feel pull against the worn out shag carpeting as I run to meet my dad in the downstairs living-room. In my effort to be out the door, my foot snags on the carpeting on one of the steps, causing me to inhale with fear, I attempt to grab the railing but my hand slips. I drop my jacket in an attempt to right myself, but to no avail. I can see the carpeted, but hard steps coming towards me at full speed, almost as if I'm in a different body, I see my pale hand outstretching to divert the impending fall, even though I can hear myself thing, clear as day, that if my head collides with those steps, I'm not gonna walk away with just a concussion. But even though I can see the inevitable crash before my head can come close to hitting anything, my vision gets really REALLY bright, and then everything goes black.
Ow. That's all I can think when I first begin to climb out of the fog that is my head. Maybe I'm in the hospital? No, hospital beds are uncomfortable and all, but I feel like I'm lying on the ground. I begin to notice what feels like a draft. I wish I had a blanket, didn't I have a jacket? No, no I dropped it when I fell… wait, holy shit, shouldn't I be totally dead right now? My head fades to black again as I hear a murmur of voices.
Okay, now it smells like a hospital, well, kinda. It smells like a hospital, but something off. I try and shift a bit to wake up, and I notice that the sheets I'm wrapped in are really soft, like REALLY soft, and I'm definitely not wearing my skinny jeans anymore, instead it feels like I'm dressed in a really fancy hospital gown. I almost feel like going back to sleep, but I need to know what's going on. I open my eyes and close them again with a groan to protect my eyes from the onslaught of light glaring at me, I blink a few times to clear my vision and try to sit up, making myself dizzy in the process. I grab my head to steady myself and examine the room in, its darker than I thought it would be, while the artificial lights practically blind, the curtains are drawn. Wait, no, those aren't curtains… they look like those fancy metal scrolling 'curtains' that rich people have. I turn my gaze from the curtain to the rest of the room and I have to stop myself from gasping, but my mouth does drop open in shock, there's nothing outwardly weird, but something's wrong, the equipment is super advanced, I look like I'm in some freaking sci-fi movie. Starting to panic slightly, with my pulse picking up on the monitor I decide that sitting down is freaking me out more, I just want my freaking dad.
I take the pulse trackers off my skin (thank god I didn't have an IV in me or I might've freaked out more), I jump from the bed, too panicked to worry about the dizziness I sprinted over to the curtains and grabbed the remote on the wall and pressed the 'up' button. It wasn't instantaneous, the curtains rose slowly and carefully, with me unable to speed them up as I grew more nervous with every second. When the curtains rose to reach my eye level, I reached up to cover my eyes with my hand as the glare of the sun burned my eyes, when I tried my best to look anyway, my eyes widened with shock and fear, this most definitely wasn't Bray, Ireland, I was looking out at a mechanistic and futuristic city and, oh my god are those flying cars?! I backed away from the window with a newer and more shocking jolt of fear than ever. My breathing was heavy, and I'm sure if that pulse thingy had still been on me the screen would've been going nuts by now.
I swallowed heavily and was still staring out the window, panting with panic when I heard a sliding door open behind me, I could only think how glad I was that I was dressed in a hospital like, shirt and pants, rather than a gown, otherwise they would have a full view of my arse by now. I turned around to ask the person what the hell was going on when I saw it.
'Her face. Oh my god. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. It's a cat. It's a woman. But it's also a freaking cat. And why the hell is she dressed like a nun. Or is it supposed to be a nurse? Oh, don't tell me works here? She looks confused. Is she offended? Oh my god. I think I offended the cat lady. Well. There's only one plausible reaction here.'
I screamed, and freaking booked it. I didn't care that I almost touched the weird cat-lady on the way out, I just needed to get out of there, no, I need to get out of this building and back to my dad. Oh god, this is some freaking Illuminati shit, isn't it? I wasn't sure where I was going, I think I can hear people chasing me, but I can only run for so long. 'Freaking asthma..' I complained in my head as I took random turns trying to find a set of stairs or something. I could feel myself slowing down as my breathing became harder. I need to hide to catch my breath, I spot an elevator and hurriedly push the button. I can definitely hear them coming now, I push the button a bunch more times, even though I knew it wouldn't help it come faster. Finally, like a miracle, the elevator doors opened with a ping and I rushed into the elevator without a second thought and went towards the control panel hopelessly looking for a close button, but everything looked like gibberish to me as I looked up I could see the cat lady point me out to some more cat ladies. I looked back to the control panel in panic as they got closer to the elevator, only to see a finger push one of the buttons, making the door close. I couldn't resist smirking as I realized that the door would close before they found me, I grinned at gave a goodbye salute with two fingers as the doors closed.
I turned around to thank my savior, I opened my mouth, but that's when I had my second shock of the day, but for some reason, this totally normal looking bloke had shocked me more than the freaking human-cat hybrid. It took me a second to realize who it was but when I realized, the smirk dropped from my face in an instant. Standing in front of me was the tenth doctor, but it couldn't be! But It couldn't be David Tennant either, he looked too young! Why is he smiling at me like that? He looks slightly goofy to be honest, no idea why though, I think I'm still gaping at him.
"Get into a bit of trouble did you?" He spoke, still grinning at me in that way that would have made me smile back if it wasn't for the weirdness that was still going on. "What did you do this time, eh? You do know that the elevator is going up right? Not exactly one of your best escape plans." I went to speak up but ended up in an asthmatic coughing fit, I covered my mouth with my hand to be polite. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the Doctor fishing something out of his pocket with an almost panicked look on his face. I closed my eyes again as my I tried to get a hold of my wheezy breathing, I felt doctor try and put something in my hand, I opened my eyes and saw it was an inhaler. My eyes narrowed at him in distrust, but my lungs argued a different perspective as my hand moved without command and grabbed the offered inhaler and proceeded to puff some of the adrenaline into my body. 'As if I don't have enough of that right now...' I thought begrudgingly
But unfortunately, as I finished the inhaler and opened my mouth to attempt to speak again, cold water came bursting from the ceiling. I squealed in horror as the Doctor looked like he was prepared for this, that little shit didn't even warn me! I turned my glare on him, his cheeky grin, which I had previously adored, was now pissing me off. He turned to me with happy eyes.
"Isn't this fun, Abby?" He looks at me expectantly as he asks in that overly friendly way, and, wait a minute.
"How the hell do you know my name?!" I shout at him indignantly, I don't care if he's a friggin 'timelord' or whatever, that just weird! As the water stops and air comes blowing at us to dry us off, I see the shit-eating grin disappear from his face, its replaced at first with confusion and then grim understanding, before settling on a blank look. He stares at me for a second more, I wish I could say it was creeping me out, but honestly, it kind of calmed me. I tilted my head as examined his distressed face, my frown of confusion and anger almost dissipated as I noticed how visible his freckled were in real life. The fan-girl in me was screaming but I was also concerned, not only for my situation but for this lost man in front of me. As the wind was blowing my dark blonde hair around in-between us, I considered if I was dreaming or insane, and to me, the latter was more possible that the former, I could always tell when I was dreaming, and my dreams were never this nice. The wind stopped abruptly as The Doctor looked like he was going to say something, but changed his mind. The doors opened as we obviously came to our stop, he looked at me for a moment more before exiting the elevator, with me following him in shock.
"Hold on, I think you need to tell me whats goin on!" I yelled as I tried to catch up with his ridiculously long legs. "How did I get here, how do you know my name and how do you know me? I'm not an idiot you know?" I almost bump into him as he abruptly stops walking and grabs both of arms gently.
"I know you have questions, and as soon as I'm done here I'll explain as much as I can." As soon as he started talking, a microsecond later it stopped. Did he have to talk so fast? He turned around and continued walking as I pulled myself together and begrudgingly followed him. As I walked I starting looking around, and I almost stopped as it hit me suddenly.
Cat nuns.
Futuristic hospitals.
Freaky water elevators
The Doctor.
Holy crap, this is supposed to be 'New Earth'!