*WHEN THE DOCTOR MET BOOKIE*

C.H.A.P.T.E.R.O.N.E.

Everyone has had a thrill in their life. A thrill that they wish they could revisit over, and over, and over again until they felt sick. Well, my thrill was with him. The Doctor. The man who is nine hundred or so years old. The man who thinks he is the last of his kind. The man who claims that he is the lord of time...

You may ask "who is this man of medicines and healthcare?" and "how can a doctor be a thrill?" Well, I'll say now, he is not like any medical doctor I know. This Doctor is a doctor of worlds, universes, civilisations. He cures any creature, old or youthful, and solves their problems. He never disappoints. Well... not often. Especially the civilizations on my home planet. Earth it is foremost known as.

The Doctor somehow knows more about my planet than I do. He knows a lot about most things though. Proven by all his alien thing-a-ma-bobs which seem to dangle off the ceiling of his blue box. Oh yes! His blue box! His blue box is spellbinding. It is in the masquerade of an old 60's police box, but you tumble on inside, and somehow, it's bigger on the inside. I have no idea how it possibly works, but all I know is that it is full of doodad's that drive his spaceship.

I remember the whole episode I had with The Doctor. It started with that man... He was a tutor at my university I think. Yeah, I remember now. He was my lecturer for English literature. Mr. Sekree-tada. He seemed especially fond of me and questioned my thinking, since I always seemed to answer the questions with such detailed answers and always answered correctly.

Well, up till that point, my life was devoted to books, writing and reading, which of course raised my IQ... Books were my drugs. And yes, I was looked at as the nerd of uni. No wait, make that 'The strange bookie twat.' Weirdly enough, I was the smartest girl on the site, but was the only one who would ever be called a twat. I guess I was looked at as an outcast. And you know what people are like when seeing different and new things... I was always looked at as not entirely there. Always getting lost in books, or in thought.

My roommate didn't even like me that much. Especially when I sat on the windowsill at night, staring up at the diamonds, known as stars and the big ball of cheese in the centre of the dark sky. I always thought there was so much more out there. I mean, I always said to myself, humans cannot possibly be the only sort of living intelligence. Earth cannot be the only planet with living creatures inhabited on it.

I couldn't ever prove that there was other existence in the universe to anyone, since I had no proof. But there was one person that did believe me and my silly beliefs. And that person was Miller, my one and only friend since college. You could say he was a nerd too. A better looking nerd than me though. He was actually quite gorgeous, and didn't have a personality of a timid goldfish. But like me, he was into sci-fi films, books, learning and used his imagination vividly.

He was the only one I actually expressed my feelings too. He was the only person I could relate to. And at one point, I did fancy him, Big time. That came and went away over time, but in my point of view, any girl would be lucky to have him.

Anyway... where was I? Oh yeah. It was mid-February, and I was just handing in my thousand word short story at about 9:00pm. The time when most students, if not all students, usually went out clubbing or to a bar to get drunk. But since I had barely any friends, I couldn't be asked with that sort of thing. As I walked into the room, essay in hand, Mr. Sekree-Tada gave me a grin which basically said, 'you know you're getting an A* right?' I beamed back, and then handed in the paper.

"First to hand it in, as usual..." I confirmed, blushing shyly at the positive comment, and then turned the other way to go back to my dorm, or meet up with Miller, who never went clubbing either. I wasn't sure which to do yet. "Oh hang on Bookie..." Yeah I wasn't kidding with the Bookie thing, that's what I was actually known as.

I turned round to Mr. Sekree-Tada, who was having a somewhat quirky smile at me. I could tell I was his favourite student, and so did everyone else, but that partly helped with the 'nerd' attire too. You know, teacher's pet and what not. "Yes sir?" I enquired, turning back to him slightly.

He simpered at me, placing my story on his desk, and then perching himself upon his tall black leather chair whilst resting his hands on his chest. "Come sit down here... I want a little talk..." I looked over, and noticed a chair was situated just in front of his desk. I shrugged gently and then went and parked myself within it.

I pushed the random strands of curly brown hair out of my eyes and back into my scruffy pony tail, whilst pushing my bulky red glasses up my nose. "Is something wrong sir?"

"No no, not at all Bookie." He replied reassuringly, giving me a somewhat relaxed look. I leant back in the chair a little, and then twiddled my thumbs together, feeling kinda uncomfortable, but unsure why. "I just thought it was time we had a little talk..." Mr. Sekree-Tada quickly scattered to the door, shoving it shut, and turning the little knob and making a light 'Click!' sound. Once done that, he came magestically striding back to his seat, sliding into it and then leaning backwards, inhaling heavily and sort of deflating down into the chair. Something out of the blue suddenly changed about him. He was usually uptight, serious looking and naturally stern, but right now, he was positioned... oddly. His legs were balanced and crossed upon his desk, whilst he had a laidback, yet cunning smirk rested on his tight skinned phizog. I began to get slightly wary of this behaviour.

"Talk...? About what sir?" I sidled back far in my chair, but kept my ears wide open, very eager to see why he was behaving so uncommonly.

"Hmm..." He thought, stroking his chin and smirking at me. He paused for a moment, before abruptly falling forwards at his desk, bashing his hands forcefully against the solid wood and making a thunderous 'THWACK!' echo around the hollow lecturing hall. I jumped out of my tatty blue jeans, as he got to his feet, and then grasped the story I had handed into him today. He held it to his nose, and then inhaled it deeply, smiling with enchantment, having the kind of reaction that someone else would usually get from an erotic dancer, or some dirty movie.

I was concerned now. What kind of person gets a noseful of a story and then gets orgasmic from it? "I think we should discuss why I'm so fond of you Bookie..." Mr. Sekree-Tada suggested as he slowly paced around his desk, hands behind his back and a constant leer lying upon his lips.

"I don't think there's any need sir..."

"Oh, poppy cock..." He said in a sarcastic tone. I puckered my brow, and then lowered my eyes to the floor. "Why don't you guess?" he asked, sounding almost playful with his words.

I gulped heavily, trying not to show how nervous he was truly making me feel. "You're fond of me because... I'm top of the class and a nerd?" I advocated, trying not to look him in the eye. His demonic smirks were seen in the corner of my shaky vision, and my body quaked violently as if a bucket of ice was just thrown down my back.

"Maybe..." he replied, still strolling around his desk, running his fingers across papers and objects that were lying around on his desk. He was edging his way towards me.

"Maybe, because you like the essays I hand in?" I evoked. But he simply just shrugged away at me, and made his way closer to my trembling body.

"Partly..." He responded, and I turned up to him. His face now close to mine, and his eyes penetrating deep into my soul, causing my lip to quiver. He chortled, and then continued to stroll. "What I really love about you..." He paused, strolling round to the back of my chair, his finger tracing along the hem of the cushioning, picking up one of my hairs every so often and just going over it whilst making his way to a point where he left where I could see just by looking forwards. I lowered my head, becoming rather alarmed by his actions, but finding myself have a little whimper as I was jolted backwards, meaning that when I looked forward, all I could see was his bloodcurdling hazel eyes. "Is your mind..."

"My mind?" I asked quickly, tilting my head slightly with a questionable look as he kept his eyes fixed on me. He nodded slowly, at a snail's pace, and then released my chair, letting it plummet forwards and be shoved about by gravity. "W-w-what about my mind?"

"Oh Bookie, it's so vivid, and so..." He swung on the back of my largechair, to directly in front of my face so that we were almost nose-to-nose, shoving his sinister leer right into my petrified cocoa eyes. "...Lush..." He parked his butt on top of his desk, and then leant back on it. "Oh, what I would do for a brain like yours Bookie... But then again, that's why your here after all..."

He leant forward slowly, and hovered his head so that his nose was just above my head and then he breathed in intensely, savouring the scent and allure that apparently drifted from my mind and, well... to be blunt, 'turned him on'. "I-I would prefer it if you didn't do that sir..."

"Mmm..." he responded absentmindedly, groaning slightly at the apparantly tormenting smell. Before he could do anything else, I rolled my chair back with my feet so that his eyes fell down from being turned on, to filled with shrewd and scheming plots. He looked to me and sighed, shaking his head and tutting a little at my snappy behaviour. "Bookie..." he started, getting to his feet steadily and calmly having a somewhat tranquil tone. "I'd be lying to you if I told you that this wasn't going to hurt."

I took a while for me to react to that obscure statement, but as soon as reality hit me, I hurdled out of my chair, diving out of the way as he launched at my chair with a blood lust expression on his starving face. "What the hell is wrong with you? It's wrong for a lecturer to be hitting on a student like this!" I squealed in fright and fury. Mainly fright though. In my mind, I was telling myself that he was mollesting me. He was trying to rape me! The dirty bastard!

He cackled maniacally, now dribbling all over the chair I was once in. It made me cringe slightly, but the next bit made me really baffled. "That knowledge. That brain activity! That stupendous memory- oooooohhhh I must get at it!" My eyes widened. He didn't want to rape me... he... actually wanted my mind. What the hell? Before he could launch himself at me again, I shot myself at the door like a bullet, reaching out at the handle and twisting it vigarously, attempting to escape his creepy, brain-obssessed wrath, but it was impossible. The door was locked. I was trapped.

I turned on my heels, seeing Mr. Sekree-Tada lurking over my body and having the cynical look in his eyes once again. He cornered me up against the mahogany door, and then waited until I was sweating a river and mumbling both comfort and negativity to myself. "Calm down Bookie, once you're dead, you won't feel a thing..."

A tear fell from my eye and I sobbed slightly, whimpering away as my lips trembled. "S-s-somehow, that doesn't make me f-feel any, b-b-better..." I pointed out, my quivering lips impairing my speech.

The lecturer smirked, a smirk you might see in a horrible, horrible nightmare. "Really? Ah well, I can't please everybody..." he sniggered immorally, raising his hand above his head, and positioning it in a claw contour. My eyes flicked up to it, and I raised an eyebrow. What was he doing? Making shadow puppets or something? The idea sounded rediculous in my mind, but as he gradually began to lower it to my temple, every so often bursting with laughter, I couldn't help but feel fear pusing into me. I wound my eyes shut, snivelling away to myself and awaiting for his claw to meet my forehead, already telling myself that this was going to be a living hell. "Ready?" the monster tormented, snickering under his breath. I bit my lip, and attempted to hold back the whimpers that soared from my lungs constantly.

For a moment there was just silence between me and Mr. Sekree-Tada, but then I heard that outlandish laughter that made my blood run cold. "Goodbye, sweet little Bookie!" He roared out, propelling his icy fingers against my temple brutally so that the back of my head was driven away from the door, and clouted against the white concrete wall beside it.

I let out my horrified squeals, allowing them to echo reverberatingly around the room throughout the whole hall, as if the pain lasted for a lifetime, and stuck within this very space forever, staining the walls. The stinging pain that entered my head transferred a high pitched buzzing noise into the centre of my brain. This made my body flail about wildly, like I was being electrically shocked. It felt like I pulses of energy were shaking up my veins, my ateries, my organs and every part of me. It left me in a snivelling worked up mess. But, as if to make matters even more awkward, I could hear Mr. Sekree-Tada's pleasurable words as he satisfied himself. "Oh... Oh sweet, sweet lord! Oh... Oh Yes! YES! THANKYOU!"

My brain was fizzling about, and slowly dying. He had full control of my brain and body now, and I no longer had any energy what so ever to stop him, having it all wringed out of me. I wept out a trail of pain filled tears, side by side with the blood that strolled down my pained expression. His grip was too tight on my forehead, his muscled hand made fresh blood spurt out of my scalp and It felt like I could hear my bones crunching slightly. All I could do was scream and cry, scream and cry. Even with all this though, nobody would be able to save me. The door was locked, and hardly anyone was in the university to hear my pain. I was lost and alone. A damsel with no prince to save her.

I, in due course, let my screaming come to a halt, wheezing in and out with what little breath I had left. Now scrambled out across the floor, I let the remaining tears plummet from my eyes, dripping from my eyelashes and falling to the floor, but then... I felt tired. Something washed over me, and I felt... exceedingly tired. I was beginning to fall asleep, a deep, deep, way deep sleep that I would never awaken from. My eyelids began to hover, and that's when it entered my mind. It hit me what was happening, and the dreaded words entered my mind. 'This really is the end...'

My vision was becoming blurry, and I could no longer tell what was happening anymore. I knew I was now on my pathway to death and the afterlife. I was preparing myself. Prepared to say goodbye to everyone in my head and leave this nerdy life... But... I noticed, something was slightly fishy. I was going through all this pain, all this dread, blood bath and horror, and yet... I felt nothing, nothing at all. Nothing what so ever. No one elses touch, no one's grip, no one there to hold me down. So... where has this creeps hand gone? I widened my eyes so my eyesight became slightly clearer, and there it was. Nothing. I no longer felt or saw any part of Mr. Sekree-Tada in front of my body. He had been shoved away. Pushed aside and sprawled out across the floor a little distance away from me now. And I know how he got there, since the mahogany brown door was now wide open, with a tall, young looking man located just in front of its doorway.

He wore a long brown droopy jacket on his tall stature, along with a blue and white striped suit underneath it which seemed slightly baggy on his flimsy figure. He wore red converses on his feet, and held a futuristic styled screwdriver in his left hand that was buzzing, and had a blue light shining through it. His milk chocolate eyes turned down to me, and after seeing my bloody state, he scurried over my way, flinging himself onto the floor and sliding on his knees towards me.

He lifted my head in his hands and positioned me up so that I was propped up against the wall. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Come on, hang in there." He spoke speedily, and with eagerness to save me. I couldn't help but appreciate his mildly low voice that had a hint of calmness and comforting to it. It relaxed me, and sent my worries away...

"No no no, come on!" He began to howl, as my eyelids began to lower again. I tried to keep myself awake, but it wasn't working too well. I was too tired, exhausted, and I was in desperate need of some rest. My head hurt, and I needed to let my brain relax...

"You're too late." Mr. Sekree-Tada muttered behind him. My head began to drop, but the brunnette man continued to push it back up against the wall, not allowing me to fall asleep in my dangerous state.

"No, no, no! I can save her!" The man fought back, sliding his hand behind my back, and then resting an ear against my chest, I suppose listening to my heart to see what rate it was going at. "I just need to do a few things. Maybe if I take her to the hospital or to my TAR-"

"SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Mr. Sekree-Tada brawled, taking steps closer to me and this mysterious man who seemed to care about me, even though he didn't know me. "Who the hell do you think you are? Barging in here, and suddenly interrupting me and my student!"

The man removed his ear from my chest, and slid his hand out from behind my back, carefully lowering me back so that I was in a comfortable position against the wall. He turned his eyes up to my face, and smiled warmly. Even though I didn't know what he was smiling at, it comforted me in every single way, and I couldn't help but weakly smile back. The man then got to his feet again, and turned away from me. Hoisting his eyes around and hooking them upon Mr. Sekree-Tada. By now, I was in the state of being half-asleep, and having the disability to keep myself awake any longer. I really was drifting off completely now. But I didn't really mind to be perfectly honest...

Although this was happening, I couldn't help but continue to gaze up at the man with his long brown coat and the perfect chocolate hair. Just his presence made me happier, and I had no idea why. I didn't even know his name, and I don't think I ever will to be quite frank. He seemed like a character from a miraculous fairytale, and even when I first met him, I had that feeling towards him.

In the final states before becoming unconscious, I let my head hang down, and let my eyes lids fall fully. But that's when I heard those three simple little words, which affected my life in different ways than I could never have imagined before now. Those three little words that changed my life forever, for better, not worse. And those three words truly were when the adventure really began.

"I'm The Doctor..."

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