Hey! So as you will be able to tell, this is a story from the heart. Comment if you understand or have had a similar experience! I do not own Doctor Who.
I felt the TARDIS land with a halting thud.
"Lizzie, come on!", the Doctor explained, grabbing my hand and running to the door. He had set the TARDIS to mystery tour, so I honestly had no idea what danger was outside those doors.
As he opened the doors I saw that the danger was much worse than I had every imagined. I would take a Dalek instead of this any day.
It was my old middle school, North Manning Prep.
I hoped that the Doctor wouldn't see the recogition flash in my eyes.
He did.
"So you know this place?", he asked me.
"Yup. It's my old middle school.", I replied.
"Well, come on, where is younger you?!", he asked.
"Over there.", I replied, pointing to a girl with short auburn hair with freckles and pimples. She was standing with a crowd but at the same time kind of distant.
"Doctor, can we go back to the TARDIS?", I asked knowing what was happening. I remember this.
"No, not yet! I want to see younger you!", he exclaimed.
Suddenly, the girls in the group pointed at younger- me and started laughing.
Younger me started blinking quickly and taking deep breaths, bu forcing herself to stay strong. I couldn't cry now.
They just started laughing harder, and she turned around. I knew that younger me was headed to the bathroom to let it out.
I just walked back to the TARDIS without saying anything to the Doctor.
Seriously, he must think I'm weird now. I sat down on the console room chair with my knees up and my head buried in them.
I heard the door of the TARDIS creak open. The Doctor walked up and crouched down beside me.
"Hey.", he whispered.
"Hey.", I whispered back.
"You okay?", he asked.
I stood up and he gave me a long hug that seemed to last forever. I wish it did.
Later that night, over dinner of oven baked pizza, the Doctor looked up at me.
"How did you not cry?", he quietly asked.
"Because then they make fun of you more. I used to cry a lot, but then I kind of made a rule where I would not cry. And I made sure I didn't. For a while, nothing could make me cry. So now I rarely cry. I guess this just got to me."
"Oh Lizzie, its okay to cry. It's always okay to cry. I'm sorry, this is all my fault. All of it.", he said.
"No its not your fault. Never blame yourself. You didn't make fun of me. And I suppose it is okay to cry.", I replied.
After a little while longer of eating dinner and small talk, I was tired.
"Goodnight.", I told him, giving him a hug.
"Goodnight Lizzie.", he said, hugging back and giving me a kiss on the forehead.
I slowly wallked off to my bedroom.