The Doctor's Traveler
Chapter Two
She walked to her room normally, her knees still bending and her head held high. Her heart was pounding with joy and she finally got to do something just like she'd always dreamed. Though she had no idea what it would be. She was just happy to go out.
As Danielle was slipping one leg into her jean, she tripped. Her journal looked exactly like that blue box.
"Are you alright in there?" The Doctor's voice cracked with worry.
"I'm okay," her voice wavered with insecurity. "Just tripped." Danielle got up and continued to get dressed. She walked into her closet and searched through her clothes to find the cute shirt she's been missing. "Probably left it back in America. Ugh! And that shirt was cute too."
The Doctor knocked. "Almost done? I figured out a place we could visit."
"Doctor! Don't rush a girl, it's rude." She chided and slipped on a random shirt and walked out. "Ready." Her grin lit up the Doctor's face. Or it could've been the fact that she was done getting dressed. "I just need to take something with me…" she picked up her blue journal from the couch and walked into the TARDIS.
She stuck her head inside then back out. She continued this motion around three times. "Oh my God, it's actually bigger on the inside."
The Doctor chuckled. "Oh, get me every time." Danielle wasn't astounded by the fact that it was bigger on the inside, it was more the fact that she had written this in the journal she now held onto for her life. "Come on! Times happening all around us and you just want to look at the TARDIS. Allons-y!"
Danielle walked in and smelled the smell of the TARDIS. It smelled sweet of time; old and antique yet new and brilliant. The exact smell she somehow knew it would smell like. The same smell she somehow knew and had described in her journal. Nothing in the world had freaked her out. Not silly pranks or "scary" movie, but this sent her nerves on edge.
"Now, where in the universe do you want to visit miss Whitrose?" He stood behind his console, spinning and pulling knobs and handles. "We could visit Ancient Greece and enjoy a nice, sweet pastry called baklava. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth now come to think of it," he said more to himself than to Danielle who was walking around the TARDIS, what she thought was more of a product of her imagination than anything else. "Or! We could go to the Medusa Cascade! I haven't been since I was a kid, ninety years old…"
"Um…" she spun around staring square into the Doctor's eyes. "Wherever. Surprise me."
He smiled, "Will do. Now hold on."
His smile had managed to send Danielle's mind in a tizzy. His smile, for lack of better words, dazzling! Brilliant, even!
Danielle collapsed as the TARDIS was spinning and jerking them hither and tither. She tried crawling for it, but once it was close to reach, it'll slide away. "Argh! Stay!"
"Almost there! Annnnnnnd…here we are." They stopped and Danielle was just sprawled on the floor. He towered over here and said, "Now tell me, is that an American custom?"
"Hardy-har-har Doctor. The Doctor's a comedian now. Aren't you funny?" He held out his hand and she took it. Once she was up, she looked at him square in the eyes. They were a beautiful green, like crystals. "You know, I've never seen a ginger with green eyes."
"I know! I'm finally happy that I'm a ginger. Hope to stay this way for a while."
"Right…so about my journal…"
"You mean this one?" He pulled out the journal from behind his back. "The one that looks exactly like my TARDIS?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I honestly don't know how that happened. I've had that journal since I was a kid but I started writing in it about a month ago."
"And when did you move to London?"
"About a month ago. Why?"
The Doctor's eyebrows raised. "No reason. So, what do you say we find out what's out there?"
Danielle smiled, dashing to the door before he had time to blink. "Ladies first!"
The Doctor laughed. This one was going to be brilliant.
