She entered the tardis door and looked up at the doctor. She turned round and left the tardis. She entered the tardis door and looked up at the doctor. She turned round and left the tardis. She entered the tardis door and looked up at the doctor. She turned round and left the tardis. She entered the tardis door and looked up at the doctor.

"Oh Maisie" the doctor said. "Must you do that everytime?" he asked whilst fiddling with the tardis controls. His Scottish accent strong sounded strong with his frustration.

"Yes I must"

The doctor sighed. "What if we were trying to get anyway? What if we had to jump in the tardis and fly away because something was chasing us?"

"I would get caught." Maisie tapped her finger repeatedly on the door of the tardis in a continuous beat. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap. "Or I wouldn't"

The doctor looked up at Maisie. "And why wouldn't you?"

"Because we wouldn't leave in the tardis whilst being chased. You wouldn't leave without resolving the problem."

"hummm but you didn't answer my question." He sighed again. "Where to then? Anywhere in time and space, you name it."

"Can we go back to this afternoon?"

The doctor frowned.

"Only, I said something embarrassing."

"Maisie, Maisie, Maisie. Come here." The doctor opened his arms.

Maisie ran over and hugged the Doctor, hiding her face in his shoulder.

'What happened?" The doctor stopped hugging her and leaned back to look at her. Her mascara has smudged and her cheeks were pink. Her hair had fallen round her face like a wall of protection. "oh you know. Human stuff. Made an idiot of myself."

"I wish I could but you know you can't go back into your own timestream."

"I know." A loud voice in her head shouted 'Maisie you idiot' over and over.

Maisie stood back and wiped her make up from underneath her eyes.

"I'm going to the library."

The doctor poked his head round the corner of the vast library to see Maisie rearranging the books into alphabetical order.

"You'll run out of books soon." he said, standing in the doorway.

"Nah, you'll mess them up again." Maisie chuckled sadly.

"Why do you do it?" The doctor asked quietly.

Maisie's head shot up to look at the Doctor. Her eyes were filled with fear, something the Doctor saw too often. Her fingers began to drum out the beat again on the book she was holding. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap…. It was soothing to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you do these things?" The doctor asked again, although he already knew the answer.

"OCD" Maisie replied looking back down at her fingers drumming on the book.

"humm."

"Do you not believe me?" Maisie looked up at the doctor, anxiety running through her veins and panic in her eyes.

"Yes. But you didn't answer my question." The doctor said. "Why do you do it?"

"I don't know." Maisie felt on the verge of tears.

The doctor walked over to her and took the book out her hands. "Why do you feel so compelled to do these things?"

"I don't know" Maisie repeated. "Fear, panic, anxiety. They come often. They come and go but they come often. But OCD is my constant companion." She looked at the doctor with tears down her face and fell into his arms that were offering a hug.

"Don't worry. I can help you fight this."

Authors note: This is something a little different but I wanted to explore what it would be like if the Doctor had a companion with OCD and Anxiety. I suffer with both myself, some days are better than others but I cope. Something that always bothers me is why do I feel so compelled to do things over and over, a certain amount of times or in a particular way. Why do I feel that things have to be done a certain way otherwise they make me feel so uncomfortable and unhappy. Mental illnesses can be confusing. It comes in many shapes and forms, is never the same and can be utterly frustrating or upsetting, especially if you don't understand it. I'm not sure if I want to continue this or write other similar stories but I hope you enjoyed it.