Hi, new story finally :)
I don't own Doctor Who, apparently I'm not supposed to tell anyone I do, either. Anyway...enjoy!
I was bored. It was school. School was always boring and today was no exception. I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time and finally the bell rang. I darted from the class so I could get my books from my locker before going out to the portables in front of my school for my next classes.
I made my way to my locker, mumbling in annoyance at the fact of going outside to the portables. For sure, I'd definitely prefer being at home watching Doctor Who: my favorite show ever. Even the Tardis couldn't take me somewhere where I would hate it.
My locker was in a smaller branch of hallway with a few classes near it, but they were under construction and not occupied. I was the only student at my locker, so by saying that, I mean I was alone.
Then, as I shuffled things around in my locker, I heard a familiar sound. It was like wind, but with a musical undertone. I recognized it immediately: the sound of the Tardis. But it couldn't be; the Tardis wasn't real.
I looked around the empty hallway and before my eyes, the blue phone box faded into view. I almost screamed. It was the Doctor! I would have shouted David Tennant or Matt Smith or something else fangirlish, except I'd just witnessed it appearing out of thin air, so it couldn't be an actor. I crammed my bag in my locker and stared as the door opened.
The Doctor stepped out. He was wearing a pinstripe suit and had brown spiky hair. It was the Tenth Doctor, my all time favorite. He looked around for a moment before noticing me. He smiled, after looking confused with his surroundings.
"Oh, 'ello there. You mind telling me when it is right now?" he asked cheerfully in the familiar British accent I especially adored.
"You're the Doctor," I spoke quietly, not believing my eyes.
"Yes I am," he paused and furrowed his eyebrows, "Do I know you?"
"Omd," I whispered before snapping out of it and realizing the obvious, "You're in my school! You can't be here. Well," I paused in thought after saying well, as I'd made a habit of after watching one Doctor Who episode, "Partly because you're not real. But mainly, what will the teachers say if they see you! Or the Tardis?" I exclaimed in a loud whisper.
He looked at me curiously, "Have we met before? How do you know about my Tardis?"
"I'll explain in a bit, but you have to move the Tardis. It's not normal around here, in America."
"Ah, America, I haven't been to America in a while. I like America. America's good. Not much ever wrong with America," he said to no one in particular, as I watched in concealed awe and adoration. His self-conversations were a reason I loved him.
Then I ran forward and pushed him into the Tardis.
"You have to go. I'm sorry, but police boxes have never been normal here, let alone in 2010! And what will people do when they find one here, in the school? Plus someone will hear you. Go, time-travel somewhere else, but where no one notices you."
The Doctor spun around to face me.
"You know too much about me. How you know about the time-traveling, I don't know yet. But promise me you'll explain everything?" he demanded.
I nodded furiously and he grinned, at ease once again. "Well then, Allonsy!" With that, he pulled me into the Tardis and began pushing buttons all over the panels.
I watched stunned, what had just happened was catching up to me and I leaned against the wall for support. I looked around.
"It is bigger on the inside, more than I thought it'd be from my usual perspective." I mumbled, then I caught what he'd said, "You mean I get to come with you to, wherever? I get to ride in the Tardis with you?"
He adorable grin didn't waver, "'Course you are! How else would you explain how you know about all this?"
Then he hit a final button and the room shook. I stumbled and fell to the floor. He held out a hand, which I gratefully took, and steadied me against a seat.
"Omd, I'm in the Tardis. With the Doctor. Man, everyone who knows me would be so jealous if they knew. The Doctor. I'm in heaven," I whispered to myself.
"What was that?" the Doctor swung around beside me as the Tardis ceased its shaking.
"Nothing," I said too quickly, and blushing.
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond. Instead he threw open the door. Outside was a lot of empty space. I stared out at the Earth below us.
"Is this good enough?" he teased.
I gasped as I looked around. It was unreal. We were in space!
"Now then," the Doctor said, shutting the door, "Back to business. How do you know me? How do you know about the Tardis? How do you know about time-travel? How do you—"
"One question at a time," I covered his mouth with my hand, giggling inside, "Though I guess they are all the same answer. You're not real. And right now you're alone. How come you don't have a companion now? What has happened so far then? Rose? Martha? Donna? River? " the last part about companions I had been talking quieter, to myself, but he heard me, and had probably assumed the worst.
The Doctor jumped up and gripped my arms tightly.
"Who are you? How do you know about all of them?"
He was mad and confused. Not a good combination. I'd always watched from his side on TV, and being the one he's mad at was not a very pleasant feeling. Nothing good had come from being his enemy. I wondered, worried, if I'd said too much. Had he met them yet? Well, obviously. Had something happened to one of them? Wasn't Rose in another dimension or something, I'd missed those episodes. But that was unimportant now. The Doctor was mad, at me, I had to think quickly. He wasn't really a violent person. Would he hurt me?
He was staring at me and I stared back, fear etched on my face. His eyes widened and he let me go. Then he touched my now red arm.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"No, I'm good, just caught by surprise," I shrugged nonchalantly to reassure him, "I sort of understand your reaction. Well, really sort of; I'm not sure what's gone on, so I can't really understand, but, generally speaking I can sort of figure out what and…yeah," I stopped babbling as he raised an eyebrow again. Inside I was squealing as I thought; he was looking at me, not mad, making this so much better and way more fun.
"You want to further explain that?" he asked, partly amused, "you looked really happy when you saw me. I guess people who know me are happy to see me but I've never seen you before. Care to explain that? Do I know you?"
"No, but I kind of know you," I admitted and he looked confused, but waited for me to continue, "Like I said, you aren't real. You're imaginary or, I used to think so. I guess you're not, well, obviously you're not, but you were. But you're standing in front of me, so not anymore." I tried to get back on track and sum it up simply, "You're a character on TV."
His eyes got huge. "I'm television character? But that's not possible, then everyone knows me, but they don't, because I'm not. But then how much do you know, and how, and why?"
I tried to think of an answer, like the Doctor Who fan I was, so I guessed, "Um, maybe it's sort of like another dimension or something? Maybe—"
I couldn't continue because he suddenly hugged me. Then he sat back like nothing had happened.
"Of course! You're a genius! I would've never thought of that! In this dimension I'm real, but a made up character. And in my dimension I'm, well, me." He grinned and looked around, "oh I love this Tardis. I learn so many new things and meet so many interesting people!"
I was ecstatic that I'd taught the Doctor something, but then a thought occurred to me.
"Hey, didn't you end up in another dimension once? But the Tardis almost died or something?"
He stopped grinning and glanced around again.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that part," he said in his wonderful accent and I giggled like a fangirl, which I was. "Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, I just like your accent."
"What accent?" he cocked his head to one side.
"That one," I laughed.
He laughed with me for a minute before stopping and looking at me curiously.
"So how well do you know me, from television?"
"I have a lot of lines memorized, if that's what you mean." I admitted.
"Really?" he grinned a teasing smile, "Prove it."
"Well…," I tried to pick an episode, "In 'The Christmas Invasion', after you regenerated into yourself, and you woke up from that coma-thing. The Tardis, Rose, and all them were in the alien spaceship. You realized you were 'rude and not ginger'. What's-his-face the alien guy demanded to know who you were. You said "I don't know!" in the same tone as him. Then you said "See there's the thing, I'm the Doctor, but beyond that I just don't know. I literally do not know who I am. So I'm testing. Am I funny? Am I Sarcastic? Sexy?" " The Doctor grinned and I blushed, but continued. " "Am I all misery? Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor? A liar? A nervous wreck?" you went on about that for a bit. And then you saw the "great big threatening button which must not be pressed under any circumstances." You tasted the blood that was feeding it: A-positive with a dash of iron. And, being the man you are, you pressed the button. 'Course, you did save all the A-positives by doing so. Is that enough proof? Or another episode perhaps? There was that one episode, but," I faltered, "Wait that hasn't happened yet. Or has it?"
The Doctor was smiling. "I do remember that day. But I didn't commit it to memory. Why did you?"
"I really like the show." I mumbled and blushed. "In my opinion, you're the best regeneration yet, though I haven't really seen much of the early you. The ninth wasn't too bad. Most of the early yous weren't all that interesting. And the eleventh was a pretty funny guy, but hold it, never mind. Hasn't happened yet. Forget that."
His mouth was open to talk, but nothing came out for a moment.
"So, you've seen the, the next me?" he asked, clearly unbelieving.
"Yup, you are funny, not as funny as now, but that's just me. And by the way," I paused before answering a question bound to arise, "Sorry, you're not ginger then, either."
"Man, I wanted to be ginger, never been ginger before," he pouted, quite adorably for a grown man.
I shrugged, "Sorry, maybe the Twelfth you."
"I have a question," he said suddenly.
"When do you not," I responded, partly to myself, then out loud, "And what might it be?"
He pulled me over to sit in one of the chairs and sat beside me. Then he looked me in the eyes, completely serious again.
"How'd you like to come with me? Join me on my many adventures, see new things, new places? I mean, you know about me, and appear to be very happy in knowing me. What do you say?"
I thought I'd burst in excitement.
"OMD, yes!" I barely managed not to squeal and scream. He might take back what he'd said, and I didn't want that.
"Omd?" he muttered, "I'm not sure about how you all talk in your time and area, but isn't the expression 'omg', as in oh my gosh? What is omd?"
I blushed and didn't answer.
"Ah, well, time enough later. So, how old are you? Young, yes, but, sixteen, seventeen? And what's your name?" he looked me over.
"Holly, and younger than that, actually,fifteen," I mumbled and his eyebrows shot up, so I got defensive, "I'm tall for my age. But please let me come anyway. I'm not that bad, really! Please please please please please please please? I'm great company, please?"
"I guess so," he chuckled, "You are really energetic; like a little me. I've always wanted to see a little me."
I was happy he compared me to him, but tried to calm down a bit. What he said next really wasn't overly helpful in me staying calm-ish.
"Right then. Where'd you like to go first?"
Just so you all know, OMD was a little joke my friends and I have. I always say 'oh my Doctor' instead of 'oh my gosh' and figured the Doctor would get a kick out of it when he found out.
And the 'Well' part was from the end of Blink- "Got things to do. Well, four things. Well, four things, and a lizard."
Now, explaination done, Please review!