Chapter 3
**Eliza's POV**
"Doctor who?" I replied, keeping my eyes on him. I was a simple Texan girl, and a man who didn't give his name never sat right with me. It was a respect thing.
He turned away from me, playing with the doohickeys on the middle thingy in this police box. I watched him, "How did you get in here?" He asked again, still not looking at me.
This man was going to get hurt. "Oi! Doctor, when you're speaking to me, you look at me! Kapeesh?" I glared at the back of his head, he didn't turn to look at me or anything. I felt the creature start to get restless next to him.
"How did you get in here?"
Oh, for fucks sake. "I walked in here, it was open!" I glared at him. "What is this hunk of junk?" I asked back, more snapping then replying.
He spun around, his eyes alight with anger. "The TARDIS is NOT a 'hunk of junk' as you so kindly put it. Now say you're sorry to her!" He demanded.
This guy was really off his rocker. "Listen, Doctor what-the-freakin'-ever, I am NOT apologizing to some piece of wood." I headed to the door, but when I tried to open the door, it stayed closed. Didn't budge at all. "What did you do? Why the fuck can't I get out?" I practically growled, the creature that followed me disappeared and he stared at me in shock.
"I didn't do anything." He whispered, he quickly walked over to where I was and tried to open it. Didn't budge, again. He brought out this object from his pocket, aimed it at the door and it made a weird noise. He tried to open again, with no success.
I sighed, "What did you think flashing a glowing stick around was going to help? We're not in Harry Potter or Star Wars, you know!"
He scowled at me, "don't get mad at me, you're the one who walked into the TARDIS. She's probably mad, and I still don't know how you got in. I locked the door."
"You talk about this thing like it's an important person." I sat on the floor, crossing my arms over my chest. I can't believe I was stuck in this thing with this lunatic, a cute lunatic, but a lunatic none the less. "Fucking stuck here with a psycho." I mumbled under my breath, "Maybe Tommy caught me and drugged me."
"Oh, it's always the same thing with you humans!" He said the word 'humans' as if he were disgusted by me and as if he wasn't one himself. Well that was absolutely bonkers! "You always look for explanations that your small minds can comprehend. There's so much more out there that only few know about!" Okay, this guy's bow tie must've been cutting off the circulation to his brain. "This beautiful machine is Time and Relative Dimension in Space, also known as the TARDIS."
If I'm drugged, I might as well just go with the flow. "So what does that mean? You can travel in time with this baby?" He sat next to me, and crossed his legs.
"Oh, she can travel through time, space, and sometimes other dimensions. I'm 906 years old and she's the one thing that's never left." He looked down. I, however, had my jaw dropped.
"No fucking way! You don't look a day over 28!" I exclaimed. "What did you mean earlier when you said 'You humans'? You act like you aren't one."
He gave me a rueful smile, "Sometimes I wish I was. I wouldn't know the pain I do now, but then I also wouldn't know the beautifulness of life. I'm from Gallifrey, and I belong to the race known as The Time Lords. The Time Lords died in a battle against an enemy called the Daleks, whom are void of all human emotions except for hate. I am the last, and the loneliest, of all The Time Lords."
I watched him for a moment and reached out for his hand, giving it a small squeeze. He smiled thankfully and fixed his perfectly straight bowtie. Then, the machine projected a red headed girl. Her voice, the sound of melodies. "Doctor, I let her in. She's good, smart, and I have a feeling she will help you in the future." Her voice sounded slightly robotic, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"Why would you let her in? It could ruin her life!" He yelled at the girl and I stood up, absolutely livid. No guy should ever raise their voice at a woman.
"Hey! Be nice to her!" I yelled at him.
"I like her Doctor, keep her or I will be mad." She said, giving him one last glare before disappearing. Who was that lady, and why did the Doctor look so infuriated.
"How could the TARDIS do this!? And to use Amy's image!" He yelled, kicking some metal things that were laying around on the floor. I watched, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, looking resigned, and said "Fine, lets go on an adventure."
He started playing with the middle console, the TARDIS thing making a whole bunch of noises, and suddenly it lurched forward. I squeaked and hid my face. I was going to die, oh god, I was going to dieeeee. I felt a hand on my shoulder, the machine still buzzing around me. I looked up into The Doctors eyes. "Hey, relax. She always does that."