Hey guys! I'm back with chapter three of That Wonderful Madman and his Fantastic Blue Box, and this is where all the action really kinda starts. If I get any information off or make eleven sound like an OC or one of the previous doctors, I'm really sorry and you should comment so I can edit it. Otherwise it'll continue to look like rubbish, and I'll look like a rubbish writer, and that's bad. As always, unfortunately I don't own Doctor Who. I do own ten's sonic screwdriver (a replica of it) and a wallet that has various Doctor Who pictures on it. The show itself though, is owned by the BBC. Also, I'm so sorry for neglecting this, but I've had awful writer's block and the Master kind of hypnotized me to write various fanfics in my notebook, but they were all crap, so only one or two of them are going to end up on here.
As I've said many times before, the Doctor is completely and undoubtedly insane. I figured when I first met him that he was just a bit hyper from drinking too much caffeine in the mornings, but I was wrong. Completely wrong. He is insane because he has a reason. He has never told me his reason, and probably never will, but he definitely has a reason.
"I only have one question. Actually I have a lot of questions. A lot of questions, but only one for you Catherine Hall. How did you know how to fix my sonic?" The Doctor asked me. "Humans shouldn't have technology like that for another fifty years or so. So how is it that you knew how to fix my sonic?" I opened my mouth to answer his question, but before I was given the chance, he pointed his 'sonic' at me and a strange whirring sound emitted from it. I looked at him, puzzled. "Definitely human, 21st century." He muttered loudly enough for me to hear.
Before I allowed him to spew anymore complete nonsense, I stopped him. "Okay, okay, wait. Now hold on a second. Did you just scan me? With a pen? To make sure I was human?" Normally I wouldn't have minded his pure insanity, but I was already annoyed at him, and come on, who scans people to make sure that they're human? With a freakin' pen? "Why did you have to make sure I was human? I look human, and I sound human, so why the hell wouldn't I be?" I asked him, my tone calming down ever so slightly. I expected him to get angry at me for yelling at him, but once again, I was wrong. It was almost as if he was used to being verbally abused, or was deaf, or was just naturally a calm person. I decided to go with the latter.
"I'll answer your question after you answer mine." He said calmly. "How did you fix my sonic?"
"We've gone over this, already. I'm just very good at technology. Is it really that unusual?" I asked him, aggravated. When I told him I was good with technology, I really wasn't lying. If I wasn't, how else would I have been able to tell he was scanning me with his sonic, or whatever he calls that pen of his? "Now," I began. "Why did you just scan me to make sure I was human?" I asked the Doctor again.
"Well, you can never be too sure. I've run into plenty of aliens that look like humanity. Or rather humanity looks like a lot of different aliens. It really is a common shape. You'd be surprised." Once again, I was in awe at what this man had just told me.
"You've run into- oh come on really? You've run into aliens? You're kidding right? I mean aliens aren't really that big of a deal anymore, but nobody has had any contact. Well, there's the government, but not a history teacher. I'm sorry sir, but a teacher wouldn't get the chance to see them." I told him, smiling.
"You're right, a teacher wouldn't get to see aliens." He said cryptically, I was confused. "Well, speaking of aliens and humans, I'd better get going. Places to go, the Earth to save and all that jazz." I tilted my head and watched him bound out of the room excitedly. Despite all of my instincts to stay were I was, I decided to ignore them and follow the Doctor.
The brain is a strange thing. Sometimes when you listen to it you get screwed, and sometimes when you ignore it, good things happen. I'm not completely sure which one this would go under. I don't remember actually thinking about following the Doctor, I just remember doing it.
I followed the Doctor to the school's parking lot, expecting him to go to his car and drive home. Instead, I watched him walk towards some point in the lot that didn't seem to have anything in that direction until he put a key in a blue box. According to the sign it was a police public call box. There were three very strange things about the box. One, it didn't seem to be there before he put the key in it's lock. Thinking back, I probably just wasn't paying attention to it, I tend to do that occasionally. Two, the Doctor may not be very big, but it still didn't look very comfortable to be standing in for the amount of time he was. (Which so far it was about ten minutes) Three, what was a police box and what was it doing in central Wisconsin? I stood and waited for him to come out of the strange box for another few minutes, and decided to maybe knock on the door or something to make sure he was okay. I took enough steps towards it to be about halfway there, before debating whether or not it would be a good idea. You never know what people are doing in confined spaces, if you know what I mean. I sighed and decided that I didn't care; my curiosity got the better of me as always. I pushed the police box's door open and gasped at the sight that greeted me.
"It- it's bigger on the inside?" I asked, my voice shaky and unsure at what my eyes were witnessing. "But that's impossible! Doctor? Are you here?" I shouted, not noticing the fact that he was standing right in front of me. Everybody always has some idea of what they would do if they ever saw something impossible like this, but when actually confronted with a situation such as this, reactions are always different.
The Doctor waved his hand a few times in front of me to make sure I was okay. "Catherine. I'm right here." He said, worried, yet at the same time grinning like a small boy, as always. "Oh, yeah my TARDIS. She's great isn't she?"
I scratched my head and smiled. "This is an illusion, right? You're some kind of magician. I knew there was something strange about you…" I told him, still not believing this. "How'd you make it look that small? Mirrors? Something else? Oh c'mon you know you can tell me. I'll keep your secret."
The Doctor laughed a bit. "No, I'm not a magician, well actually I am, maybe one time I could show you a card trick. I'm great at card trips- Right, but no, my TARDIS isn't a trick, or an illusion, she's just a ship. Nothing- well, everything about her is special. But, still she's a ship not an illusion." Normally I would've started ignoring him after the first time he said anything, now knowing his tendency to repeat, and ramble, but this time I paid attention to his words. In fact I probably wouldn't have believed him if he didn't say it so many times.
"What's a TARDIS?" I asked, still skeptical.
"My TARDIS is my ship." He said, one last time. "My time machine, she also travels through space, she's like a space-and-time-machine, but it's easier to call her a TARDIS." He explained to me, as simply as he could.
At last I think I was beginning to get it, but it was still mind blowing. "So, is TARDIS a name, or an acronym, or what?" I asked him, still trying to understand the mechanics of something that was far beyond a freshman's understanding.
"Her name's Sexy, and yes. TARDIS is an acronym for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Now, please can you stop asking so many questions? Not that I have a problem with questions, it's just that I was a bit busy trying to fix her when you came in. I think I've got it, but I still should do a bit of tweaking. Or not, she's always been a bit broken so having her like brand new would probably be a bit of a waste…" He shrugged. "Besides, with all the fixing I've been doing, I might accidentally end up fixing the Chameleon Circuit and I do really like it as a Police Box."
"Okay, so you're a madman with a fantastic box that's bigger on the inside and travels through time and space. Sounds… Perfectly normal, I guess…" What else was there really to say?
Loved this chapter? Hated it? Thought it was too short? Have any ideas? Think I'm asking too many questions? Leave me a comment to let me know. It inspires me to keep on writing. Once again, sorry for neglecting this but a lot's been going on… I'll try to keep the updates on some form of schedule of sorts because I now have a desk instead of a TV tray, and a chair to sit on instead of just lying on my bed… Maybe I'll do every Monday and Friday or something like that? Or whenever I have an idea? Whatever, I'll just try to keep writing this. :D