Any normal girl in my situation would've freaked out. Hell, I was about an inch from freaking out, and I had a huge tolerance for weirdness. This chain of events - meeting a guy who treated me half-decent after I nearly killed him, ending up inside something that looked like a police box but wasn't a police box, ruining the poor guy's life in record time... it was bizarre, and that was by my standards! If my mum ever found out about this, which I sincerely hoped she wouldn't, I'd never hear the end of it. Normally I was the kind of girl who got to know someone before sending their whole world up in smoke, but like I said, this was record time, and I wasn't proud of myself.
Being the curious little cretin that I usually am, I decided that it would be a good idea to head for the door and answer my question myself. Yeah, I was clearly an example of bad judgement, but it wasn't like I had the chance to notice how I was acting. All I wanted was to know where I was, and if it led to me having a shouting match with this guy, who clearly knew exactly what was going on, then so be it! It wasn't like I had anything to lose - hell, that was the only reason I managed to appear somewhat sane, despite the fact that I was beginning to panic.
As you can probably tell, my normally bad luck was getting worse by the second. I made a mad dash for the door, but the guy got there before I did. (Yes, I know he'd introduced himself as The Doctor, or something like that, but until I got to the bottom of my current situation, I wasn't calling him anything.) Clearly he did a lot of running, I decided, since there was no other explanation for him making it there before me. I'm usually a half-decent runner, except for my lack of balance, but short distances are pretty easy for me.
"Am I ever going to find out where we are?" I asked, but I was exactly three seconds too late. By the time I started yapping, he'd opened the door, and I just about got the shock of my life. I peered out the door and saw something that was clearly not London - or, for that matter, anywhere on Earth. Unless I was hallucinating, which I still hadn't ruled out as a possibility, we were on the moon. Oh my god, we were on the MOON! "Okay, whoever you are, you have some explaining to do!" I snapped, turning my head and glaring at the guy, who seemed totally unphased by this whole scenario. Why was I getting the feeling I wasn't the first girl who'd reacted like this? "Just tell me how this happened, okay?" For extra emphasis, and since I had very limited control over it anyways, my hair turned an insanely bright shade of red.
"Alright, alright!" he replied as he shut the door. I was guessing that I was starting to become really annoying. That didn't surprise me, as I'd figured out by then that every half-decent guy I ever crossed paths with thought I was insane. Then it kinda hit me - I'd just broken a major rule by unintentionally Morphing in front of someone who had no idea what I was doing, and he didn't know what to make of me. "You're a shapeshifter, right?"
"No such luck," I muttered, deciding that if he was going to be annoyed with me, it was going to be mutual. "I'll explain later. Now, back to my problem - what just happened! I've clearly got no way of getting back home, which means I've got nothing but time on my hands, so I don't care how long it takes. Just tell me what the hell happened and what this contraption does."
He looked at me for a few seconds, probably trying to decide the best way to explain what was going on. I've gotta admit that as weird as the last five minutes were, they were also pretty damn awesome, and hopefully he could tell that I was really curious. "Both your questions are connected," he finally said. "This 'contraption'... well, it's called the TARDIS. It can go anywhere in time, and anywhere in the entire universe. Luckily, we're not somewhere dangerous. Last time someone did something like what you did, we wound up in a parallel universe.."
"Parallel universe?" I snapped. For a few moments I'd been thinking that I might actually get an explanation, but what did I get instead? More questions that needed asking! "Last time? Do I even want to know? Look, I don't care about what's going on; I just want to get back to London, where I belong." I was always a bad liar, and going by what happened next, I was pretty sure he could tell.
"I have a better idea," he countered, peaking my interest in the whole nightmare that seemed to be his life. "How about you come with me? Just one trip, and then I'll take you back."
How was I going to say no to that? "Sounds like fun," I replied, totally unaware of what would end up happening to me in the very near future. Typical me - rushing into stuff before I have the least idea what's going on... yeah, that had happened before, but never to this much of an extent.
"Alright, just hold onto this." He motioned to something that looked like a handle - obviously he'd figured I was a klutz and he didn't want me interfering. I did as I was told, grabbing the handle-like thing about a second before the whirring sound started again...
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A/N: The insanity begins! Sorry I've taken so long to update; I held off on writing this bit until I figured out where I was going with the fic. I still haven't quite decided what's next, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know!
