Sorry about my not updating. I got a little distracted and, got a bit nervous because I didn't think anyone would actually read my FF. So, I know the last chapter was a bit boring. I promise, I'm working on it.
He skidded to a stop, surprised to see a miniaturized version of the T.A.R.D.I.S. resting in the back yard. The small blue police box was just small enough for a mouse! Of course, it had to be bigger on the inside! The doctor crouched real low to the ground, and attempted to push open the door. Not a budge. Using only his pinky finger, he tried to wipe clean the window to take a peep on the inside of his ship. Couldn't see a thing.
He quickly jumped from the dirt and paced back in forth. 'She should be normal sized, she should have grown! Why didn't she grow?!' He stared at Rose for a moment. She had been playing with the key around her neck, focusing on the rough edges and smooth surface that she didn't even notice his stare. "The key…" he hesitated before continuing. She was staring at him now. "May I have your key?" She began to take the string from around her neck then stopped.
"Why?"
"Rose, why must you question everything I do? Just give me then key. Do you want the T.A.R.D.I.S. back or not?" The key quickly flew from her hand to his. Then plopped onto the same spot in the dirt as before. He jiggled the key into place, with that a golden glow came before them. He quickly pounced back and moved Rose behind him. Within seconds of their movement, the T.A.R.D.I.S. beamed the golden light from every spot on her. She had started to grow in size, to the normal T.A.R.D.I.S. shape. This reminded Rose of something, the Doctor. The T.A.R.D.I.S. looked like she was regenerating. After a moment, when the light finally shed, the Doctor took a few steps towards her and pushed open the door. "Don't touch the key," he glared at Rose.
She silently obeyed and observed the raggedy blue box. For the first time, she had really read the white words printed on the left side. "Pull to Open." She quietly read aloud. Why did he never pull? He had always pushed the T.A.R.D.I.S. She thought about this for a moment, and then reached for the handle. With a light pull, the door swung open. This seemed okay.
With long strides, she walked towards the center of the T.A.R.D.I.S. to the console. She was beautiful, and slightly different. She was a bit more alien than she liked, but all the same. The T.A.R.D.I.S. existed and it was okay. You could see through the floor, at the green roots coming up and a swing down below. Four sets of stairs either ascending or descending. She took a moment, to appreciate the smell of new T.A.R.D.I.S. then went up the first flight of stairs. She walked through, room after room. She visited the Doctors office, the pool, the library, the wardrobe, and lastly her room. Her name was neatly written on the door in gallifreyan writing. The only word the Doctor had showed her how to write.
She slowly opened the door to find all of her stuff just how she had left in back in the original T.A.R.D.I.S. She moved slowly observing the messiness of her desk and the trinkets on her dresser. The shirt she had wore to New New York was laying neatly on her bed. Her comforter looked like the stars. Not the real ones, the kind that you drew as a little girl. Lastly, she noticed a T.A.R.D.I.S. blue envelope laying neatly on her pillow. The grabbed it then dashed out of her room. Her name was scribbled on, and she knew the script could only be from one person. The Doctor.
