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The suitcase wheels clicked over every crack in the sidewalk, giving the girl a headache. She tried shaking it away, but all that did was make her dizzy. She stopped for a moment, rubbing her temples. Sighing, she gripped the suitcase tighter, and walked faster. She thought about what her mom had said to her, just before she died.
"Maria, honey, trust me. This man; he'll take good care of you." she said, smiling like it pained her to do so.
"But mom, you only met him once. How are you supposed to even remember where he is? You said he travels. . . He might not even be home!"
"You'll find him." She winked, and her blond hair fell over her face. The girl reached out to her mother and brushed the hair away. "You'll be a surprise he won't want to miss."
"How am I going to be a surprise? Oh, well. . . never mind. A random girl showing up at his door claiming: 'Hey, my mom met you once and decided to give me over to you when she died.' would be a surprise."
"Maria. . ."
"Why can't you tell me? I'm not a kid anymore! He was just a story then, and now I have to believe he's real but you won't tell me anything!"
"He is real and you have to trust me-"
"And him, yeah, I know mom. What's his house like, anyways? I'll need to know so I can find him."
"A box; He lives in a blue police box."
She'd searched all over New York and hadn't found this mysterious blue box. She had almost started believing that her mother really was crazy. Deciding she needed a break, she rolled herself and her suitcase to the nearest Starbucks and plopped down at a window seat. After a minute or two, she got up and ordered herself some coffee before returning to her seat to think. She needed to keep thinking. Where would a blue police box be anyways?
'Maybe in back alleyways or something.' She thought, running an ivory hand through her dirty blonde hair. She shut her eyes and sat in silence for a moment. Silence. There had been so much silence since her mom died. Before, they would run and play and shop and sing as if no one was listening. Now all she did was look for a box that her insane mother insisted was real. And she was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She finished up her coffee and tossed it in the trash can as she left. 'Back to the endless search.'
She walked down the busy streets, peering into all of the nooks and crannies that she could find, but she was disappointed every time. Her suitcase seemed to click even louder now than it had twenty minutes ago, and her headache returned. She hated these headaches. They came whenever she thought of her mom, or whenever she got too frustrated.
Something caught her attention a few blocks up the empty street. Just a flash of something. Something blue. Curious and hopeful, she dragged the suitcase behind her and ran down the street. When she got to the corner, her breath caught in her throat. There it was-the blue box.
"Mom, you crazy woman. I can't believe he's real. . . . " she muttered. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked up and raised her hand to knock. An inch from the door, she stopped. She was scared. She was about to live with a stranger. Did she really want to? She shook her head again. "If mom trusted him. . ."
She knocked five times. She waited five minutes. Then, slowly, the door creaked open. A girl with fiery red hair opened the door. She peeked an eye out, looking at the girl, studying her.
"Doctor! We have a visitor!" the red-haired woman called in what the girl assumed was a Scottish accent. The girl heard a man's voice gradually getting louder, and then a head poked out. He stared at her, and she waved nervously.
"Well? Can I help you?" He said, looking extremely confused.
"Uh. . . yeah. Hold on. . . I had a letter somewhere. . ." the girl said, patting down her pockets, searching for the letter her mother wrote. "One second . . ." She looked in the suitcase, finding it wedged between her toothbrush and her extra sneakers. It was in an old yellow envelope, and had beautiful cursive handwriting on it. "This is for you, from my mom."
Warily, the man took the letter and opened it, slipping out the letter. Halfway through the letter the girl saw a tear in his eyes. He looked at her, then back at the letter, then back at her. He furrowed his brow and continued reading. When he had finished, he opened the door completely and studied the girl. He was shaking his head.
"Impossible. Impossible . . . . This is impossible, you are impossible. SHE is impossible. She was dead, I watched her die!" He was speaking quickly and only barely above a whisper until the end, where he was practically shouting while vigorously shaking the letter. He got a weird look in his eyes, and then he let out a loud laugh, and started pacing. "Unless, by some miracle, she did come back to life-like I had originally thought. I knew it! I mean, she is. . ." he stopped, looked the girl up and down, studying her.
"So. . . can I stay with you?" The girl asked. The man laughed, and held out his hand.
"Of course! I'm the Doctor, This is Amy, and Rory is in the TARDIS somewhere. . . .And you are. . . .?" He said, shaking her hand so hard she thought it would rip off.
"Didn't my mom say in the letter?" the girl asked, suddenly curious as to what the letter said.
"No. Well, yes, but this is an introduction! I told you my name, and now you tell me yours. Isn't that how it works?"
"Well, yeah, I guess. . ." The girl looked the weird man in the eyes, and suddenly wished her mom was there. "I'm Maria."
"Okay, well, now that we got the introductions out of the way, we might as well get you unpacked!" The Doctor said, straightening his bow tie. The girl gripped her hand tightly around the handle of the suitcase and followed the Doctor and Amy into the blue police box, her hearts beating like never before.
Hey guys! So this is my attempt at the start of a Doctor Who Fanfic. What can I Say? I'm a total Whovian. This is an idea I've been toying with for a little while, and I finally got around to writing it down. I promise to try and post regularly, but it definitely won't be as close as Love Is A Maze. Anywhoo, let me know what you think, and I promise to also try and make longer chapters! Also, really quickly, any ideas on who Maria's mom is?
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses!
Little.D
