[Chapter two *dramatic music blares* is on the way, chapter two to save the day:D

I disclaim all rights, OC's are mine and if I owned Matt Smith he'd be wearing kitty sweaters all day and hugging me with his beautifully, awkwardly, long arms. Admit it, you'd be sooooo jealous.]

"And as you can see," I glanced down at my watch. I had been up here for an hour and barely covered one fifth of the information, they were probably sleeping. I heard a moan from behind me. I swear, if Jarvis is gonna do this now I'll-

A scream erupted from the crowd, the sound of metal on metal, the crisp snap of a bolt.

"Oh my God," A voice came, but all I could do was stare at it. It looked like something out of Comic Con with eyes like fire and the body of a car. Step by pounding step it marched towards me.

"Don't worry!" He jumped out in front of me, waving his torch around like a magic wand.

"Who? Where?"

"Trust me," He glanced over his shoulder at me, "I'm the Doctor." He kept shining that light at them, a buzzing sounds resonating in my ears. Still, nothing came from it. He was hitting it against his palm when doors slammed open, more of those blasted things coming in. They herded a panicked crowd together as if they were no more than cattle. Everything became blurry and so… familiar. It was like déjà vu. However, déjà vu can be easily explained by the left side of my brain processing slower than my right, but in with fear and adrenaline pumping through me my mind should have been working ten-fold.

"Right then, plan b." He grabbed my hand and yanked me away, pulling me along as he sprinted. There were so many corridors and staircases that I hardly knew where we were. Coming to an abrupt stop I nearly fell over from momentum. We were in the dark, the hallway outside the door dimly lit.

"Who-" He clamped his hand over my mouth and held a finger to his own. Taking a step away from me and into the hall, he shut the door and left me alone in the dark. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid someone – or something, may hear it. I tentatively approached where the door handle should've been and reached out to find a knob. Now, if we look at Newton's third law we see that ever action has an equal and opposite reaction, so by the panel slamming into me, I in turn slammed into the wall. I literally bit my tongue to keep from shouting.

"Dr. Clarke?" He removed the door from the vicinity of my face. "What are you doing back there?"

"It's Miranda," I hissed. "and I was just checking for the ghosties."

"Oh good," He shut the door and smiled so brightly I could've mistaken him for an abnormally tall child on Christmas. "They're very active this time of day."

I could hear him wave his little flashlight around when suddenly the dim lightbulb switched on. "How did you…"

I just stared, he was nowhere near the light switch. Maybe he'd used the device as an extension of his already long arms.

"Did I not mention it earlier?" He stepped closer to me with a smug grin. "I'm brilliant."

If there was a time for arrogant comments this was not it, if there was a time for snappy comebacks this was surely the moment though. I stared at him, listening to his shockingly even breathing. Besides the catch of my own breath I could only hear the blaring air vents.

"Brilliant things light bulbs," He shoved one hand into a pocket and being gesturing with the other. "Practically magic when they first came out! Would've been done sooner 'cept that Nick was in some freak accident… sorry. So I jumped forward a few years and said 'Hey Edison, got an idea: bottled light.' Roughly a hundred years later and you all take them for advantage."

"Nick? Einstein?"

"Yes I have a time machine- a machine that travels through time and space with me in it, of course. And it's got light bulbs!"

"What?" He was talking a million miles a minute and I could have sworn he was talking about time travel.

"Alright let's start again- 'I don't want to talk about it'" I just stared at him. This kid was insane. He was freaking neurotic. "I'll help you, you say: 'I'm good at not talking',"

"What is wrong with you?"

"No, you say-"

"Stop. What is going on?" I stomped my foot and shook my head. He looked into my eyes and with a deep sigh he instantly calmed down.

"Miranda…"

"Tell me." I snapped. I hated being left out, I loathed not knowing, and I despised not understanding.

"What I would tell you is far beyond your comprehension, it's far beyond that of any human on this earth."

"Try me."

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