Moving onward with my story, I have some whovian pals who are reading this as well.
Oi! Ladies! This one's for you!
And I know you read that in a British accent, which you all know I don't have! MWAHAHAHA!
Yes, I am weird. And yet you still read it.
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This chapter shall be from the Doctors point on view.
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We were headed up the stairs. Sara and I.
Me in her hand. I must say, she was taking this well! Apart from the small panic attack and the confusion at the beginning, everything has gone swimmingly! Not that I planed this, but if I had it could not have gone better!
Halfway up the stairs she paused, her hand on the railing. Her eyes looking ahead but unfocused. I could feel the hand that I was residing on relaxing. It took a few moments, then she blinked to clear her thoughts and turned her head to me. She frowned slightly.
She opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it. She blinked hard a few times, still thinking. She continued up the stairs, the small frown etched on her face.
Instead of turning into her room down the small hall, she went through the last door, into a small room, who's main pieces of furniture were a bed and a desk with a computer on it.
She pulled a chair out from the desk, and brought the hand I was on to the desk. I walked off. She sat down and gave me another serious look.
I sat down on the desk myself, not far from the keyboard.
Without looking away, she leaned her chin and mouth on her hand.
"Now what can you be thinking so hard about?" I asked her.
"the time stream." she replied. Her head moving back when she moved her jaw.
"Why would you be thinking about that wibbly-wobbly thing?" I asked her, curious to hear her answer.
"You muck about in it all the time, but…." her frown became deeper.
"But?" I goaded her on. She picked her head up and replied
"But….. what if you aren't supposed to see what has happened? Even if I show you something from one of your previous regenerations, how do I know that I'm not changing something as a result of showing you?" this girl was a deep thinker.
"have you ever considered a job as a philosopher?" I asked her. She started to smile and shook her head as if to rid a thought.
"nice try, but don't evade the question! Will it change anything?" she asked. I pondered her words.
"well, that's all my choice, isn't it? The results of showing me the show, right?" she nodded once.
"so, what if we stay away from the episodes you think will be bad for me, and I promise that I will not do anything to change my future as a result of watching them?"
She thought this over."you promise?" she asked.
"on my hearts." I swore, holding up a hand. She raised an eyebrow.
"what?"
"never heard that one before. Swear on something important."
" on my Tardis." she nodded and turned on the computer, and paused again.
"Wait, lets see that again, with both your hands in front of you." damn, she was good.
"shoelaces and toes don't count!" double damn! I swore again, with my hands in front of me and clearly un-crossed.
"damn, I'm good." she said, as if reading my thoughts.
"but before we get to the show, the Tardis said preservation. What does that mean? Hypothetical!" she said when I opened my moth to speak. She quickly searched the web for the meaning of the word. She read aloud her findings.
"Preservation: to keep alive or in existence, to make lasting. to keep safe from harm and injury ,protect or spare." no longer frowning, this time her eyes were full of concern and confusion.
"Preservation, the Tardis said. But why? And from what?" Her eyes suddenly grew wide with fear, and then lowered as she thought about it. She frowned. Here eyes flitting about, seeing things that I couldn't.
"I'm stumped. What do you think?" she asked me. I shrugged.
"We'll sleep on it. Now can we get to MY show?" I begged.
"Someone's a little impatient!" she practically gloated, but she typed and clicked away on the computer and in less than a minute, a small black box area was on screen. My vantage area wasn't good. She saw me craning my neck uncomfortably and offered me her hand. I took the offer. She moved her hand the short distance to her opposite shoulder. I looked at her. She blinked with her eyes half closed.
"take it or leave it." she said. I took it. It actually wasn't half bad. I had a decent view of the screen, plus she was warm. I pushed away a few curls. I could tell she was trying not to move too much. She moved the mouse to hit the play button she turned her head halfway to me and asked:
"how old are you?"
"nine hundred and ninety four." I replied.
"ah." she said, turned her head back to the screen, and turned on the video. And nothing happened. No sound came from the speakers, and the screen didn't change. She kept looking at it.
"something wrong with the computer?" I asked. She blinked.
"No. its working fine." she replied, confused.
"No, its not. isn't the show supposed to start?" I argued. She was silent for a few beats before replying.
"it did." we both sat in silence for a few moments.
"you don't see that?!" she said waving her hand at the black screen.
"and I don't hear anything either!" I told her. She made the volume louder.
"still no." I told her.
"what do you see?"
"a black screen!" she pursed her lips in thought.
" A universal perception filter." she declared.
"what?"
"maybe not universal, but something like that. I knew something was up! It has already been decided that you can not see your previous adventures!" she declared.
"by whom?" I asked after her short speech. She shrugged gently, still rocking me on my perch.
"I don't know. Hey, I wonder if you can see fan art."
As it turns out, as long as it wasn't a picture directly from the show, I could.
And I have one thing to say about that.
Fans are crazy! Why would I…..what…I mean sure, some were cute, and well drawn, but…..I DO NOT LIKE JACK LIKE THAT! That last bit was yelled.
Sara laughed and assured me that she knew that.
"but….why?!"
"just…because, really. Because they can." she giggled.
Uh-oh. Now comes for something awkward. Better get this over with now.
" Er, Sara?"
"yeah?" she turned her head slightly to me.
"do you have a, what do you Americans call it….a toilet?"
"yes." she replied, confused.
"is there a chance I could use it?"
"oh!" her cheeks were red again.
"yeah. Sure." she slowly got up and made her way down the small hall, past her room, and her parents room to the other end. It wasn't a big bathroom, but it was lived-in.
She stood in the doorway. She looked at the loo. Her cheeks got hotter, I could feel the heat coming off of them!
"so, uh, it might be a little to big for you." she stammered.
"yes, I noticed that." I wanted to see how far this would go.
"uh…..ah…I….." she had no idea. I laughed.
"its all right! I wouldn't mind using the sink." it was sunken into the counter, with the square handles, it matched the rest of the room.
"oh." Gently, (I noticed that she always held me carefully, while she treated me as a person.) she lifted me from her shoulder to the counter. As an afterthought she pulled a large towel from a rack and placed it halfway down the sink. As a ladder I realized.
"just…..call out when your done." she said, closing the door behind her. I took a moment to let out a big sigh. This was the first moment since I've been out of that box that I've been out of her sight for more than a few seconds! She's really a nice girl, if a bit overprotective. I think it was the bit about her coming with me that threw her off.
I slid into the sink, it was at least 9 inches deep, and did my business, I had a little bit of trouble turning on the sink, but it worked fine. The towel made a very nice ladder. I took a walk to the other end of the counter, to the bathtub and shower. Even in my diminished state, I could get a good washing up.
Preservation. A mechanical voice, was it even from my Tardis? To keep safe from harm. Well there was no way I would be in harm with Sara. She was almost like a puppy, eager to please. Almost like Rory and Amy… So they were in Central park, and my sexy decided to send me here. To be safe. But from what?" there was nothing chasing us at the time. Or was there? I cupped my hands around my mouth.
"SARA!" I yelled. Because the bathroom was tiled, my voice bounced off the walls and floor. She opened the door slowly. I went back on her shoulder without a word. We went back to the computer. She showed me several fan fictions, and moved very fast away from some.
What, is a yaoi?
I caught her yawning, twice.
"what time is it?" I asked her. She looked at her watch, a big, green, plastic thing with a large clock face.
"about ten thirty." she told me, suppressing another yawn.
"what time did I get here?" she pursed her lips.
"around eight-ish." she concluded.
"maybe its time to settle down for the night." I was a bit tired myself, the past few hours have been….surprising to say the least.
"that might be a good idea." she got up from the computer and took the three steps into her room. This time she plucked me off her shoulder. The first time she did it without asking permission. I was placed on the desk. She picked up a thin metal pole from the desk and turned on the air conditioner that was too far for her to reach from the floor. It was a bit hot. That pole might come in handy.
She rummaged for something in a corner, and came out with a pillow and small blanket.
She placed the pillow on the desk, and placed the blanket halfway over it. It was for me!
"will this do?" she asked me.
"this is marvelous!" I assured her. I took off my shoes, placed my coat and bow tie on a pencil in a cup, and climbed on. It was amazingly soft! While I was doing that, she took her pajamas and left the room. To change, apparently. Because when she re-entered the room not three minutes later, she was wearing a very large t-shirt and sweatpants. The room was now cooler because of the air conditioner. I was very comfortable how I was. The desk was practically touching the bed, which was in a wooden frame that reached upwards of a foot higher than the deck at the head and feet. Though there was an opening about four inches in the boards. She clicked on a small lamp.
" I usually read before going to bed, do you mind? I turn it off when I'm done."
"not at all." I assured her, and rolled over.
"Doctor?" she asked hesitatingly.
"yes?"
"we are going to discuss what happened in the morning." she confirmed.
"yes, we are." I confirmed. She turned off the main light and the small lamp shone on her bed. She picked up a book off the desk and started to read. From the corner of my eye, I saw her pick up her head and gave me an odd look.
" If you aren't there in the morning, I'm automatically going to assume the worst. If you need anything, just wake me up. Because I know this isn't a dream." she concluded.
I gave a small chuckle at that.
"Good night Doctor." she said softly a few minutes later. Turning off the lamp and settling down.
"Good night Sara." I replied moments later. But I don't think she heard me.