A/N: Okay! Next chappie loves! Fan Fiction is currently down at the moment, so I'm gonna take the time to write this now rather than wait. =) Hope you care enough to carry on!
Oh, and I wanted to mention, but forgot to in the last one - lil Damon MacDonald? Yeah, first name is because of YouTube....star, I guess, dFizzy. And MacDonald is David Tennant's original last name. =P
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"Run." Just one simple word.
I was appalled at this, even though it was the best idea I'd heard...
"No." I stood my ground.
"No, really, you should run."
"Not without her!" I shouted as I gestured to the woman cowering by the counter.
I noticed as I was turning back to look at him that the thing had inched closer.
"Fine! But quickly!"
He had a good point...
"C'mon! Stop standing there!" I motioned for her ot move towards me and she stumbled over to the door. But not without knocking over a metal table with intruments on it straight onto the floor.
I grabbed her hand as soon as it was in reach and was jolted ahead with her behind me.
And even though we were running away from some weird, terrifying flame-monster thing, I found myself...smiling?
Even though I was absolutely scared out of my wits, the rush of it all was the best feeling in the world.
Before I knew it we were off the hospital property, just standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the night.
I looked over to the woman I'd found in the morgue as she was bent over, hands on her knees, panting, trying desperately to catch her breath.
I gave her a weird look. C'mon lady, it wasn't that bad. Just out the hallway, across the parking lot and across the street. Although, in her defense, she was probably more than a little terrified. Something was just trying to kill her...
She straightened up, her breathing closer to normal. He mascara and tear streaked face red, but more at ease now.
"Oh my God! Thankyou!! You saved my life!!"
"Don't mention it..." I muttered.
"My name's Dr Patanjali. Osaka Patanjali, Medical Examiner."
Alright...that explains the exotic look. Part Indian, part Japanese? Ho-kay then...
"Umm....that's great and all. But....don't you think you should get going? We can save introductions till later...Where's your car?"
"Don't have one. I walk to work. Better for the environment, better for me."
"Alright then. Umm...You might want to take a cab though...not too sure walking would be safe..."
"Alright. Thankyou again." She flashed me a smile and walked a few feet off, dialing her phone for a cab as sh walked into the Dunkin Donuts a few feet from where we were standing.
I smiled back, even though she'd already walked away, then started walking in the opposite direction when something caught my eye.
In front of one of the buildings less than half a block away, was a...blue box.
I know this route like the back of my hand. I'd never seen that there before.
Then I saw someone slip into it. I quickened my pace to a jog. When I finally reached the box the door was left ajar. Before investigating further, I looked at the box in closer detail.
"Police public call box..." I muttered to myself as I gently touched the wooden panel of the door.
This just can't be right...
My curiosity piqued more than ever, I slowly pushed open the wooden door. I was overly aware of the feel of the door, the creaking it made, the cool wind blowing my bangs over to the left side of my face, the dim streetlights, and the ever-present sounds of Boston traffic in the distance.
I looked down at my feet and stepped in.
When I looked up, I practically passed out.
"I thought you might come...You might want to close your mouth by the way."
I did as he said and just blinked as I looked at my surroundings.
"Yeah...it's--"
"Bigger on the inside...trans-dimensional engineering, I know."
"What?"
"Police box that's bigger on the inside? Eccentric guy who seems to like running and saving the day? It just...figures."
"Anyways...this is called the TARDIS. It stands for--"
"Time and Relative Dimension in Space..." I mumble half-mindedly. "You're name isn't Smith. And you're no Detective."
"Yeah...I'm not. My name is the Doctor."
"No it's not."
"Yeah...most people don't accept that as an answer. Not what you people consider a 'proper name.'"
"No. As a name, it's fine," I waved off as I walked further, glancing around me, not beleiving any of it. "It's just that...you can't be the Doctor."
"...Why not?"
"Because. You don't exist. You're just a fictional character the BBC came up with."
He just stared at me, confused. About as confused as I probably looked.
"TARDIS in the shape of an old police box? Piloted by the Doctor? What? Are you...are you a Time Lord from Gallifrey? Travelling the Universe...sort of by yourself because your entire race got wiped out in the time war? Are you a little older than nine hundred?"
He gaped at me. By the look on his face I was starting to think that maybe he wasn't pulling my leg. Maybe he really was the Doctor - the supposed 'fictional' character.
"How...how do you know all of this?!"
"Umm...Honestly? From where I'm standing, you've got more explaining than I do. Like explaining how you exist! How I'm standing here talking to you! But...that can all wait till later...first I'd like you to explain to me what the hell that THING that just tried to KILL ME was!!!"
Yeah...I sort of flipped out a bit. Understandable though, no?
"That? Well...I don't know."
I stood there, hands on my hips, angry look on my face. "You...don't...know?!"
"Nope."
"Great...well? What are we waiting for?"
"Uh...what?"
"Don't give me 'what.' We've got to figure out what that thing is!" I beemed at him.
He stalled for a second then returned my excited grin. "Brilliant!"
My blushed and looked down for a moment.
"Okay, so...all that I know is that this thing is in some sort of humanoid form, about the size of a child. It moves slowly and either cant, or desn't want to leave the hospital. And...the way that Osaka was pleading with it...I think it is out for revenge. She said that she was sorry. And that she didn't mean anything, and that it wasn't her fault. She made it seem like she knew why it was after her. So what do you know Mr Genious Man?"
He chuckled a bit then was about to speak, but I realized something and cut him off.
"Wait...what were you doing talking to Damon this afternoon? Does he....Do you think he has something to do with this?"
He looked away for a moment and sighed. "I'm sorry. But....I think Damon has something to do with the killings."
"Wait! Killings?! It was just after Osaka and it didn't get her. You think it's been here before? And...and killed?"
"Yes. It would've looked like they died in fires."
I thought back and remembered the memoriam wall. The kitchen lady - she died in a kitchen fire. And the nurse burned because her cigarette supposedly caught her scrubs on fire.
I stumbled back a bit. "Shit."
I was silent for a moment, as was he.
"But...how do you know?"
He pulled out some...device from his pocket. "It gives off a signal. That I can pick up with this. I've been tracking it."
I stared at him. Not like I was confused about the device. More like devastated - urging him to go on.
"The first instance was about two years ago. Then eighteen months ago. Then five months. And tonight."
"The house fire..." I muttered under my breath. I felt a pit in my stomach.
Oh God...But...
"Wait...what makes you think it has to do with Damon? What did the nurse and kitchen worker have to do with him? I mean, just because they were in the same hospital doesn't mean anything."
"Because...the signal's strongest around him."
I snapped back to action mode. This thing might want to hurt Damon. I had to do something. "The morning. We'll talk to Damon in the morning, see if he knew those two women."
"We?"
"Yes we! You dragged me into this...quite literally," I mumbled the last bit, but was pretty sure he heard it anyway. "And there's no way I'm letting you talk to him again without me there. You'll scare the crap out of him!!"
"Alright then. I guess we will talk to him."
In all the excitement, my body must've forgotten that it's been up since five thirty in the morning, and that it was now around eleven at night. I tried my hardest to stifle my yawn but was unable.
"Tired?"
"No, I'm yawning for fun." And to top it all off, I ended off yawning the last word.
"Right. Better get you home then. Allons-y!"
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A/N: Well, that was fun! AND I'm already working on Chapter 3!! Gah! This is so much fun! BUT I'm gonna go to bed now. You know, three thirty AM and all....
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