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"Take a look outside." the Doctor said with a sly look on his face, "Don't worry, you won't fall, and I've got the shields up." I carefully opened the door and started out. I gasped: all I saw was stars and planets slowly rotating in their orbits.
"I-it's…beautiful." I breathed, but it was more than that. It was breathtaking and inspiring. I heard him moved and he was suddenly behind me, his body heat seemed to conceal me in comfort and relief.
"The whole universe: right in front of our eyes. Beautiful isn't it?" he seemed to whisper.
"Shows us how small we are." I replied smiling. I turned around and walked around the Tardis; looking in awe at all the switches. "How did you find this?" I asked.
"Something old, and something new. Something borrowed and something blue." He recited as he walked over and leaned next to me. He gave off a sly smile and leaned closer to me. I felt myself blush and smile like a silly school girl.
"You are a very mysterious man, Doctor." I said; he let out a small laugh and smiled again.
He got up and said with a little flourish of his hands, "And we're off, dearie."
"To where?" I asked, smiling as there was a boom and a whoosh.
"It's a surprise." He teased as he poked my nose.
"At least give me a hint." I said.
"Its… Somewhere in this galaxy." He replied and we both laughed at his coyness. Suddenly there was the boom again. "We are here!" he declared. And walked, with a hop in his step, towards the door and grandly flung them opened. "After you malady." He said as he did a little bow. I laughed and did a little curtsey and walked outside.
"Oh, my… We're at Hollywood!" I almost screamed. I looked around as people hustled and bustled. Some obviously movie starts and they were followed by their entourage of loyal followers. Others were men in coke bottle glasses running around with cups of coffee and stacks of paper.
"The start of 1950 to be exact." He said smiling.
"No way…" I said, I ran over to a stack of newspapers and read the heading. February 21st, 1950 it read. "Ok," I said, feeling a little faint, "now I totally believe you. How-this is brilliant!"
He laughed a full and throaty laugh and said, "I've never seen this reaction quiet like this before."
"Well now you have." I replied and laughed. "Wait," I said suddenly, remembering history class, "This is the year Marilyn Monroe become famous!"
He smiled again and said, "I thought you would like meeting her."
"We can meet her?" I asked.
"But of course." He replied with a bit confusion in his face.
"But, aren't you worried about our look. It's kinda more… 21st century-I mean-we are from 2013." I stated.
"Oh don't worry, dearie, it's not like The Butterfly Effect: we'll fit in just nicely." He replied, answering my worries.
"Then let's explore!" I said, sounding like a child who was granted to run free in the North Pole or Narnia. I grabbed his arm and we ran toward around Hollywood's studios. We ran towards a man with thick black glasses mumbling to himself as he pawed through some of his papers.
"Excuse me," I asked, the Doctor quietly behind me, "but do you know where Mrs. Monroe is? I-er-we are her um… Makeup and clothing assistants and we need to see her." I cringed at my terrible lying, but the man didn't seem to notice.
He gave a little snort and said, "I didn't know she could afford that. She's auditioning for Li'l Abner… over there, take a left, by the centurions, and that's where she is."
"Thanks." I said and we were off. When we were out of an earshot the Doctor leaned over.
"Now, I hope I'm not the makeup assistant, because I'm quite rubbish at makeup." He whispered. I laughed and pushed him away.
"I just wanted a good background story that made it likely to meet her without paparazzi." I explained, "There she is!" We stopped in our tracks as we saw watched in awe. I smiled as I saw her walk out; her long blond hair bobbing perfectly in place. A hat slightly obscuring our view, but I could still see the famous black mole just above her lip. She wore a slightly frown or pout as she walked out; I felt our chance to meet her had arrived: I walked over. She turned at the sound of our footsteps.
"Miss. Monroe?" I asked smiling.
A small smile crept on the blonds face and said in a silky voice, "Well, unless there's another Marilyn Monroe, then you've got the right gal."
I smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan. I'm Belle, and this is-"
"The Doctor." The Doctor finished for me; he took Marilyn's hand and kissed her palm.
"Hmmm. What a lovely gentleman, too back you're taken. I would hold onto him fast and hard, love, or he'll get taken." She winked at me.
"Oh!" I stammered, my cheeks turning red, "I-er-he's not my… I mean, we're not together." I looked at him for support, but he had an amused look on his was all that he could give.
Marilyn just laughed and replied, "Whatever floats your boat darling. And did I hear that you're a 'big fan' of me?" her eyebrow gracefully rising. I felt my cheeks brighten again.
"Of course I am," I said smiling sheepishly, "I mean, you're famous!"
Marilyn let out a throaty laugh and said, "Hardly, love, I just got out of a horrible audition for Li'l Abner. Seems like I'm not Hollywood's type of gal."
"Don't give up." I said smiling, "It's just one little bump in the road. You've got a bright future ahead of you. Trust me, I know."
"You seem groovy enough, care for a drink with me?" Marilyn asked. I nearly fainted and nodded my head. She motioned me to follow; suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin as I spun around to see the Doctor there.
"Seems you already forgot to me," he said jokingly, but there was something hidden underneath the mirth.
"Sorry." I said smiling.
"Just so you know," he said seriously, "you can't tell her about the future."
"But I thought-" I started.
"Still," he said, "we don't want to mess with the time line." I nodded, and he smiled as we walked behind Marilyn.
The three of us sat down in a booth in a large and crowded restaurant. Actors, still in costume, waved or yelled a waitress over as they pointed at the menu of what they want. I reached from my pocket, but Marilyn stopped me.
"Don't worry, sweetie, everything is on the house for the actors here. Though it won't be long for me." she smiled sadly.
"Hey, you know what they say: When one door closes another one opens."
"You're quite the optimist." Marilyn observed. Suddenly there was a scream and yells from outside. I felt the Doctor tense next to me. He glanced at me and instantly got up; his hand firmly gripping my elbow as he walked outside. Marilyn ran after us as we pushed our way outside.
"Out of our way!" he snapped, his Scottish accent stronger when he bellowed, "I'm the Doctor, privet inspector, this lady is my assistant." He introduced me, and he also waved a piece of paper. It had wavy lines and seemed to change colours. Two police looked at the funny looking paper letting us through; Marilyn watched behind the two men as they guarded the crowd from coming too close.
"How did you get past them? It was just paper…" I whispered.
"Physic paper." He replied quickly, "I'll explain later." When we walked up to what was all the commotion was about I gasped. On the cold ground was a women; her brown curls in a mess. Her brown eyes gazing blankly up at us, a pool of blood collecting underneath her waist: I felt as if I could throw up. The Doctor bent down and took out something discreetly. I saw a blue light and a high pitched whirly sound; he quickly waved it back and forth on the women's body.
"S-s-she's dead." I whispered.
"I know her!" Marilyn's voice came from behind us, "Excuse me!"Marilyn came walking up towards up. "Yes," she said her voice hoarse, "she auditioned before me. Her name was Sue, may she rest peace." She did a quick cross motion and got out a tissue to dab her eyes. The Doctor stood up; his eyes full of fear. He went over to the police and whispered something in their ears.
"Oh right! Show's over! Clear out!" one of the officers bellowed. Some grumbled at having to leave, while other didn't waste a second. The two officers went towards Sue, one of them closed her eyes, and they lifted her on a stretcher. They covered the body: the blood slightly soaking through the white sheet.
"We'll take it from here, detective." One of them said gruffly and walked away. Sue's hand hanging limply from under the sheet.
"What happened to her? Why did she die?" I asked.
"She was murdered." He said softly, "But that's not the scary part."
"What, what is it?" I asked, "Doctor…" He turned to face me: his face lugubrious.
"She was murdered, but it was an accident." He said, his voice hoarse.
"What?" Marilyn snapped, "How is murder an accident?"
"Because she wasn't the target: she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he snapped back.
"So who was the target?!" I asked almost yelling.
"Wait," Marilyn interrupted, "Sue said she was heading to the restaurant. So the shooter-oh my god-was aiming at the restaurant!"
"Not only that," he said grimly, "but the shooter was aiming at us. One of us is the target."
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