Okay so because you wanted more you got it. And the threatening reviews I get keep me going! I hope it's okay. Tell me what you think. A bit more happens than in the last chapter. It's again on the short side. I'm no good at writing huge chapters. How people write these 12,000 word chapters I read i'll never know. Please review.
Chapter 3- One more time, with feeling.
The sounds of a mirror cracking, breaking, smashing. Yet Lucy was still there.
"You can open your eyes, Lucy" So she did and there she stood, exactly where she had before only… no mirror now surrounded her.
"W…what?" She blundered.
"I told you it was time to end this… hopefully we can. You need to prove you can once again live in the normal world. No evil. No plots. No Takeovers. Prove that and this may become more permanent. Let's give this one more try." The Doctor smiled. Looking at the smile the girl couldn't help but smile back; she was free. So overwhelmed with emotion she charged at the man, stepping over shards of mirror, and pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she chorused.
"Lucy, I mean it, you need to fight whatever controls you still or you will go back." He threatened even though he returned the hug gently.
"I know; I'm sorry for what I did, honestly." The Doctor smiled at the lie. She was merely too caught up in a whirlwind of emotion that she didn't recognise it. Once the thrill of being free died down she would face the true test.
First however she had to get used to life in the 21st century. She was still in the mind set and dress of a girl in 1913, I mean a world war was on the horizon. He held out his hand to the girl once the hug had ceased.
"Come, little one, time to meet the year 2010." Her eyes glistened at the prospect.
"In the mirror I heard people talk about something called a mobile, it sounds fun. May I have one?" She mused. He chuckled to himself as he walked her to the wardrobe.
"Sure, of all the things, a mobile. Very 21st century." He muttered. He wandered through the racks of the girl's child's section of the vast closet. All clothes were then organised by time period so finding the 21st century area wasn't hard. He plucked out a pair of jeans with a simple black top and handed them to her. She gazed at them with a kind of wild fascination.
"So little to wear." She commented and the doctor agreed; this time was far from petticoats and stockings now. While following the doctor to some drawers. He cleared his throat slightly to get her attention and gestured to the top two drawers.
"Pick one thing from each draw and then there's a room just over there where you can change." She opened the drawers inquisitively and was graced with underwear. She laughed at the shyness of The Doctor on that little subject. She shook her head and moved to the little room she was directed to. She left her balloon on an armchair that was there. After a little time she was in the new clothes and she shuffled out still holding her little balloon.
"These are strange and uncomfortable." She grumbled motioning to the jeans she wore. "When did ladies start wearing trousers anyway?" At this The Doctor didn't contain his laugh.
"I'm sure many people today would say the same about corsets to." He challenged. "And you where about 40/50 years off of wearing trousers." He added, recalling that it was the latter part of the 20th century that saw about women wearing trousers in great numbers. The Second World War helped: wearing a dress while making bombs… not pretty. "Surly you've seen the world evolve? You should have known everything like that."
"I…I didn't really pay attention to the people that came and went." She explained.
"Understandable. You have a lot to catch up on."
"And you'll be there to help" She queried. He held out his arms for her, which she fell into mercifully.
"Of course, as long as you need me, I'm there"