Well, here it is. Chapter Two. I actually made it this far. This is already a huge accomplishment for me.

To all you marvelous people that reviewed, you're Matt Smith look-a-like is on the way. That's right folks, he's being sent to your front door! And you didn't even have to pay shipping because I was so happy to hear from you. :) If he's a bit disoriented, feed him fish fingers and custard. He will be okay.

I changed tenses in this chapter, mostly because I hadn't realized what tense I had wrote the first chapter in. Oops. I'm not sure if I will switch back in the next chapter or just continue writing like this. I kinda type in whatever tense I feel like. If this becomes a problem I am sorry in advance. :3

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Now, onto the story!

"I'd like to start with running inside and grabbing my shoes, okay?" I looked down at my bare feet and wiggled my toes anxiously.

"Sure! Fine! Splendid! Just, get here fast. The Tardis is acting a bit funny," he replied, patting his Tardis affectionately.

I only was inside for two minutes when I heard that whirring noise again.

Except this time, it promised me nothing except crushed dreams.

"Doctor!" I yelled, already starting to sprint. I ran through the hallways and yanked open my front door. All I could see was a dim blue outline, and I could hear the change in the take off noise that signaled he was halfway into the time vortex. It was too late. The Doctor was gone.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

That night, I heard it again. I heard the beautiful, mysterious whirring noise again with my own ears. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but I quickly realized that I wasn't once I pinched myself on the arm and it really hurt.

I heard the final note that signaled the landing of the Tardis, and I couldn't stop the adrenaline already coursing through me. It was most likely all a dream. When I wake up, there will never have been a Tardis sound. Everything was probably a figment of my easily excited imagination.

Probably.

I glanced over at my alarm clock on the bedside table, which read 3:02. In the morning. I didn't wake up this early ever. I don't even dream about waking up this early.

So I was awake then. It still didn't mean the Tardis noise was real. After all, it hadn't been very loud. I just woke up because I recognized the sound.

I rolled over, huddling down into my comforter for warmth. I stared at the door, ears straining, desperate to hear something - anything - that meant I had heard the actual Tardis.

After a minute of waiting, I heard a click and a groan that could only be my back door opening. My whole mind immediately went blank, and I took a sharp breath. I waited.

I heard footsteps, making their way across my house until they arrived at my hallway. The noises stopped for a while, replaced by angry muttering.

"..need a torch... humans... night light!" At least, that's what I could make out through my closed door. I heard the cautious footsteps resume, heading down the hallway.

Oh god. What if it wasn't the Tardis I heard but a car? What if there's a burglar in my house and he's going to kill me and my parents? What if I had all this time to yell for help but I never did and the reason why I die is because of sheer stupidity?

My over imaginative brain can be very evil sometimes. My hand snaked out from underneath the blankets to grope around on my bedside table. When my hand met something small and solid, I couldn't help smiling. I pulled my trusty sonic screwdriver back under the blankets.

I had my weapon if the intruder wanted to fight it out.

I heard the footsteps stop at my door, and I took one more anxious breath. I heard a light tapping noise, then I could see my door open.

A tall shadow of a man could be seen poking his head around my door, and I prepared myself for attack. I tried to look like a calm, sleeping girl on the outside but on the inside I was ready to tear somebody's face off.

The emotional level of a fangirl can be terrifying.

"A-April?" A cautious voice whispered. "You in here?"

I knew that voice like I knew my favorite actor.

"Doctor?" I reached across to my bedside lamp and flicked it on.

Sure enough, the floppy haired, grinning face of the Doctor met my eyes one my room was illminated.

"Why is my face on your wall?"

That wasn't what I was expecting him to say. I turned my head to stare at the wall behind me. A poster of the Eleventh Doctor had been hung up there, which showed Matt Smith pointing his sonic screwdriver dramatically. I just smiled in response and turned back to look at the real Doctor.

The man took a cautious step into my room and frowned. "Why do you have a Dalek on you're table?"

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he was talking about. "It's an alarm clock." I replied.

"Why would you want that?" He asked, puzzled, as he pulled his Sonic Screwdriver out of his pocket.

"You wake up a lot easier when you're 200% sure you are going to die," I said, speaking from experience. I watched as he pointed his sonic screwdriver at the clock. After spending several seconds examining it, the Doctor seemed satisfied that the Dalek was indeed, not dangerous. He turned to examine the rest of my room.

"Hold on. Is that a spinning, levitating Tardis?"

I glanced at my desk, where my Tardis was spinning idly next to my laptop. It was small, but fun to watch, and it began spinning when someone walked past or if a fan was on in the room.

"Yeah. I rather like my Tardis. Not as good as yours though."

The Doctor smiled over at me and shrugged. "Yeah, well, you can't beat my Tardis." Finally, he had uttered a sentence that wasn't a question. Neither of us said a word for a few seconds, instead just staring at each other. He looked almost as surprised as I was that he was here, in my house.

The Doctor finally seemed to realize what time it was as he looked at me sitting on my bed in my pajamas. I was sure my hair probably looked like someone set off a bomb on my head. Before I knew it, the Doctor started asking me questions again.

"Why are you holding a sonic screwdriver?"

Ah. I had forgotten about that. I moved my sonic screwdriver into my other hand and tucked it up my sleeve. It's reassuring weight against my arm made me feel a lot better.

"I was going to attack you with it," I admitted with a bashful grin.

"Uh, April. I would prefer it if you didn't." I watched as the Doctor edged his way toward my door. He looked so silly, with his floppy hair and Bowtie, standing in my bedroom at 3 am.

I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to suppress a laugh. "I'm not going to attack you now, you dork. I just thought you were a burglar."

He visibly relaxed and offered me a smile. "Sorry about that. Figured you would want a second chance to come with me."

I patted the bed next to me, and the Doctor walked across and flopped down to sit beside me.

"You mean I'm not dreaming," I asked cautiously.

"No, silly. Why would you dream of this?" He looked at me, genuinely puzzled.

"Oh I dunno." I said sarcastically. "Maybe because some wonderfully stupid forgetful alien showed up at my house four months ago, promised me the stars, and then disappeared without warning."

The Doctor seemed taken aback by my outburst. He nervously fiddled with his Bowtie as he responded. "Four months? Really?" He chuckled nervously and scooted away from me on the bed. "So you have a perfectly valid reason to attack me."

"Yeah, I suppose I do when you think about it like that," I replied, smiling widely. "I won't though. I rather like you un-bruised."

He chuckled in response, and I could sense the friendship already growing between us.

"So, April," the Doctor began, standing up from the bed and running his hand through his hair. "Since the Tardis is so intent on taking me here, what do you say you come with me this time?"

All thoughts were erased from my mind as excitement coursed through me once more. "You mean I can?"

"Course you can. You never did anything that made you not allowed to come." He said with a warm smile.

"Fine, just let me get dressed, okay? And this time, try not to leave me here." I had to admit, I was still kinda touchy about that. I hadn't told anybody that I actually met the Doctor. After all, who would believe me? My parents would think I was hallucinating. Izzy would only think I was pulling her leg. So I was left with no believable story, and a crushing loss that came with having my dreams torn out from under me.

"I didn't leave you here, the Tardis-"

I cut him off; I still didn't feel like discussing it quite yet."Just don't leave me this time, okay?"

The Doctor offered an apologetic smile. "Okay. I'll just... Wait here then."

I smiled at him, showing I wasn't angry. I got up off the bed and grabbed comfy clothes from my dresser - blue jeans and a light blue T-shirt. I crossed the room to my walk in closet, entered, and shut the door behind me. I transferred my sonic screwdriver from my sleeve into the back pocket of my jeans. After getting dressed, I tied my favorite (Tardis Blue) hoodie around my waist. Finally, I grabbed my red high-top converse off the ground and dashed into my room, checking to see if the Doctor was still there.

He was, sitting cross legged on the ground, pulling apart my alarm clock and sonic-ing every inch of it.

"Doctor. You realize it's not an actual Dalek."

He jumped, twisting around to face me. He looked seriously at me and said, "I can never be too careful."

I couldn't help it, I snorted. "Since when are you ever careful?"

He fake-frowned at me. "I am too careful. Bad things just happen to me."

I laughed at his expression. "I know."

"I know you know. That's partly why you intrigue me."

Silence fell over the room as I tried to figure out what to say. "About that-"

"You can tell me later. We have to leave as soon as we can. The Tardis has been acting funny."

"Still?"

"Yeah, you remember that?"

"Remember the best and worst night of my life? How can I forget?" I replied with a shrug. Before he could say anything I dashed past him towards my bedroom door. I could hear him scrambling to get off the ground behind me.

"Sorry about your clock-" the Doctor began to apologize, but I stopped in the middle of the hallway. He bumped into me slightly and sent us stumbling a few steps farther. A few very loud steps, I might add

" I completely forgot my parents are home. We have to be quiet," I whispered.

"Parents?" The Doctor whispered back, but he looked slightly shocked. "How old are you?"

"Doctor, you are WAY too old for me, so it shouldn't really matter, eh?" I smiled at him and winked. I could see him begin to laugh in the dim light.

"April, I could really use a friend like you."

A friend. That's what I wanted out of the Doctor. Someone I could laugh with, and cry with, and get angry at. Someone I could share food with and hold hands, and while it would mean something, it wouldn't mean anything more than that. A friend, who had the plus of being able to take me to see the universe and all I had to do was ask. Something told me that a friend was what the Doctor needed right now as well. I just needed to be a friend.

"Come on, then." I grabbed his hand in the dark, and started leading him through the house. "I'm just going to write a note. Who knows how capable your doubly - faulty Tardis is of getting me back in the right century."

"Oi!" He whispered in protest. "No bashing my Tardis!"

I rolled my eyes at him in the dark, and scrambled to my counter to find a paper. It was impossible to see anything, and I was quickly growing frustrated. I crossed the kitchen, and managed to find the light switch. Praying I would pick the right one, I flipped a switch.

The back porch light came on, and I smiled in triumph. If the kitchen light was on, my mom had a tendency to wake up and investigate. The back light was left on enough that it never kept my mom awake.

The light was just bright enough that I could see the Doctor's facial features. He seemed to have a spring from my alarm clock wrapped inside his hair.

"You're hopeless." I sighed.

"You insult me a lot," he retorted.

"I only insult people I know really well."

"Maybe that's true, but I still don't know you!"

"I'll tell you later." I left the spring in his hair, not bothering to tell him about it. He'd figure it out sooner or later. Instead I wrote my parents a quick note.

I had a little difficulty with it. After all, how do you explain this kind of situation to you're parents? I managed to briefly mention the important bits - that I didn't know when I would be home, I wasn't dead, I wasn't kidnapped, I wasn't running away, I loved them both, don't bother looking for me because they really have no shot at finding me, I'll explain when I get back. Whenever I get back.

I hoped that the note would be enough to tide them over for a little while. Hopefully we could fix the Tardis so that we can return before my parents even woke up.

"Ready," I said, setting the pen down. "Let's go."

The Doctor didn't reply, but lead the way to the back door. He was outside and bouncing down the back steps before I could even shut the door. The Tardis had landed right on my mother's favorite plant, and I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up from me.

I jumped down the steps with just as much energy as he did, and practically sprinted across the back yard to the Tardis. The Doctor was leaning against the Tardis door, a smile engraved on his face.

"Now April, apparently you know a lot about the Tardis. You apparently already know a lot about my life. You know there's a risk, you know it's not all fun and laughter. But I feel like I should warn you anyways. It can get pretty bad sometimes."

"Doctor, I do know all about that. But think of the good things, all the beautiful places and people that I can see. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

He nodded as if he figured that would be my answer. Then he pushed the door open grandly and stepped to the right, holding the door open for me.

This was it. I was going to travel with the Doctor. I was going to be able to get to know him, in person. I was going to see alien planets. I was going to meet new people. I was going to meet new not-so-people-looking people. I was going to see the universe. And I couldn't have been more excited about it.

There you have it, chapter 2! :) I'm not sure how frequently I will be updating. Life is pretty busy, since school will be starting up again soon and I have Volleyball as well. Some chapters are going to be short, some are going to be incredibly long. It depends on my mood. :)

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