Hello lovelies! Here's chapter 3! I hope you like it, I worked quite hard on it (including Netflix, websites, ect. to get the parts right) I'm not a big fan of copying the dialogue, I rather make up my own story, but I doubt I'll do much of this anymore in the future! Please review, it honestly makes my day seeing what you guys have to say! :) Oh and if you have any ideas, let me know, and I'll try and incorporate it into the story! Disclaimer: I don't own BBC, or Doctor who and any of their characters. I only own Ellie. Thanks! XOXO

I strolled up to the console, leaving my suitcase at the door. I propped my elbow on a part of the console that didn't have any dangerous looking buttons or levers, and tapped my chin playfully. "Hmm…." I was just about to ask him if we could go meet Helen Keller or maybe go to a 50's diner, when I stopped. Did their lives have to follow the show? If so…they had to go to that "haunted' house that actually was just a trapped time traveler, and rescue the love sick creature from the pocket universe. I inwardly groaned. I hate scary stuff. But then again, what did I expect to run into when traveling with The Doctor? Rainbows and unicorns?
Right when I was in my train of thought of wondering if unicorns ever DID exist and thinking if I should ask, I heard The Doctor go "Ahem". I looked up sheepishly, muttering an apology. "I do that sometimes….wander off in my own head." He smiles, like he knows what I'm talking about.
"So…" he pushed "Where to?" I tried to hide my fear and slight disappointment as I gave him the destination where "Hide" took place, 1974, if my memory stood correct. He gave me a questioning look, but obliged. I saw him push down the lever, and I threw myself at the nearest railing, knowing if I didn't, I would get thrown halfway across the room. I laughed and held onto the railing as we took off. As we were flying through the time vortex, I felt a small pang in my heart, remembering how in season 8, The Doctor flies the TARDIS with no trouble anymore. It makes me a bit sad, but like usual, I shake it off. We land in what I assume was outside the big, creepy mansion. Since the episode was in Alec and Emma's POV, it should be interesting to see what The Doctor and Clara did when the cameras were on the others.

The Doctor walks over to the door and flings it open, while Clara and I peek around him. It looked much…MUCH scarier in person…and much more….real feeling. Like there was someone watching you. I didn't like it.

"This looks…" The Doctor paused. "Interesting." A pang of thunder hit right then, and I practically jumped out of my skin. Clara looked at me with a raised brow, but I waved her off. The Doctor said he wanted to go inside and see if there was anything interesting, so we followed him, but not before I grabbed two umbrellas. It was pouring.

"So…" Clara asked him underneath their umbrella "What's exactly the plan in this? Like…who are we?"
The Doctor pondered this for a moment before replying that we were from the military intelligence. I never really understood that part of the episode, much like the rest of it, but I went with it.

We knocked on the door, and Alec, and Emma closely behind him, answered, looking like they had just seen a ghost (hah). The Doctor yells "Boo! Hello. I'm looking for a ghost."

Alec replies "And you are?"

Clara says "Ghost busters".
This is normally when the music starts, but since there wasn't one, it was quite awkward.

"I'm The Doctor" He flashes his psychic paper.
"Doctor what?" Alec asks. I stifle back a laugh.
"If you like" The Doctor swiftly responds. Now I'm about to burst into laughter. I don't know why I found that part so funny, but Clara keeps glancing at me, looking at me like I'm nuts. "And this is Clara" He points to Clara. "And this is Ellie" He points to me, and I give a small wave. The Doctor brushes past Alec, and into the house. Suddenly, The Doctor is running towards some very complicated, and weird, looking devices. He looks like a kid in a candy shop and I can't help but smile.

"Ah, but you are very different!" He gives a huge grin. He turns to Alec "Ha! You are Major Alec Palmer. Member of the Baker Street Irregulars. The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Specialize in espionage," The Doctor leans in and whispers "sabotage and reconnaissance behind enemy lines." And straightens. "You're a talented water-colorist, professor of psychology and ghost hunter. Total pleasure. Massive." He shakes his hand.

Emma speaks up. "Actually, you're wrong. Professor Palmer spent most of the war as a POW."

The Doctor looks at her. "Actually that's a lie told by a very brave man involved in very secret operations." He looks back to Alec and says quietly "The type of man who keeps a Victoria cross in a box in the attic, eh?" He looks to Emma. "But you know that, because you're Emma Grayling!" he walks over to her and gives her two "air" kisses. "The professor's companion."

Emma almost blushes and corrects him quickly "Assistant."

The Doctor smiles. "It's 1974. You're the assistant and non-objective equipment." He looks back and says to me and Clara "Meaning psychic."
I nod as if "Well duh." And Clara counters back. "Getting that. Bless you though."

Some lines I would secretly mouth, but other parts I would forget, and it actually felt like an adventure, not just playing out something I had already seen. The Doctor runs over to the complicated machinery again, lightly slapping Clara's hand, not letting her touch anything. I stood back, watching. I took a quick look around the room. I couldn't believe I was actually in 1974! It was definitely a strange sensation.

Skip a few scenes, and me, Clara, and The Doctor were in the heart of the house, after Alec had explained the "witch of the well" and shown us all the pictures. Right when I stepped inside the music room, it felt cold. In that one spot. The Doctor just kept sonicking the room when Clara spoke up. "Do you feel like you're being watched?"

The Doctor replied "What does being watched feel like? Is it that funny, tickly feeling on the back of your neck?"

Clara said "That's the chap."
I said "Yep, pretty much"

The Doctor replied "Then yes, a bit." He paused, and gave Clara almost a flirty half smile, and raised what eyebrows he did have *bless* and said "Well quite a big bit."
For some reason, through the midst of wanting to scream and cry of fear, that gave me the smallest bit of jealousy. Okay, quite a big bit of jealousy, if I'm quoting the Doctor. I always had a huge crush on 11. Him being real, and actually being WITH him made it even worse.

I got snapped out of my thoughts and jealousy when Clara and I heard this odd sound. We both turned around, but nothing was there. Okay. That's it. I was personally getting very creeped out. Clara spoke up. "I think she's here."

The Doctor was standing near the doorway, stepping in and out of the same spot I found was cold. He was muttering. "Cold spot. Spooky. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm." All while this was going on, the noises grew louder, and Clara and I were properly scared now. The Doctor was drawing on the floor with a piece of chalk when I finally had enough. "Doctor!" I hissed. He turned. I stole Clara's line "I'm not happy." He noticed my worry and walked over, briefly putting his hand on my cheek, and it took all my power to not fangirl right then and there. "It'll be okay. I won't let you get hurt." He dropped his hand. "Now, let's go see what that is, eh?" Then he walked into the hallway, Clara following suit. I stood there for a moment, eyes closed, holding my hand to my cheek, when Clara walked back through the doorway. "C'mon then!" She smiled. I walked behind her to where The Doctor was. We were at the top of the stairs.

Oh dear.
I remember this part, because it scared me on Netflix, heaven knows what it'll do to me in real life. I braced myself, then BANG. The Doctor and Clara both jumped and let out a gasp, while I stood there, firmly trying not to cry. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this….

"Ellie?" Clara shook my shoulder. I let out a shaky breath.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Clara asked "What's that?" The Doctor sonicked around, but to no avail.

BANG BANG BANG BANG. I jumped again. I looked at the window that was frosting over, and so did the Doctor. I was trembling now, and not just because I was cold. Our shaky breaths were visible in front of us.

Clara's eyes were as big as saucers. "Okay. What is that?"

The Doctor responded leaning against the wall, scratching the back of his neck, voice wavering and stuttering. "It's uh, it uh... It's a very loud noise. It's a very loud, very angry noise."

I asked "What's making it?" Even though I already knew.

The Doctor looked at me. "I don't know. Are you making it?"
I gave him a small glare.
BANG BANG BANG BANG.
"Ahhh.." The Doctor jumped back to where Clara and I were.
Clara spoke. "Doctor."

"Yes?"

"I may be a teeny tiny bit terrified."

The Doctor grinning, nodded. "Yes."

Clara whispered. "But I'm still a grown up."

The Doctor's grin widened. "Heh. Mainly. Yes, and?"

"There's no need to actually hold my hand." The Doctor looked down to their hands, untouching. Oh Dear. Oh no. I remember this too….we're about to run.

The Doctor held up both his hands. "Clara?"

"Yeah?"

He looked frantically between her and his hands, shaking them. "I'm not holding your hand!"
The lightening struck, and a pow of thunder hit, and we all screamed and ran.

We finally got back to where Alec and Emma were. The Doctor and Alec were having a conversation in another room, soaking the new photos and hanging them up, and I was looking at the photos hanging on the board Alec and Emma had set up, while slightly evesdropping on Emma and Clara, who were now drinking some tea, after Clara declaring whiskey was the 11th worst drink. I remember that's where Emma told Clara not to trust the Doctor, that there was a sliver of ice in his heart. But now she included my name as well. It felt weird. Suddenly I heard the Doctor. "Clara! Ellie!" We didn't even get a chance to ask what before he dragged us out of the house, into the rain to the TARDIS. Me and Clara held up our soaking umbrellas.

"You need a place to keep this." I said. He looked up from the console "I've got one." He saw her standing there, looking around. "Well…did have one. I think I had one. Look around! See if you can find it. Have I gone mad?" I muttered under my breath "Can't lose what you never had…" He must've heard me, because he turned around and poked me in the ribs. I laughed. Clara and I just shook them out. "No! Not in here, how do you expect her to like you if she's soaking wet?! It's a Health and Safety nightmare!" We both whispered to the TARDIS "Sorry." She hummed what I assumed was a forgiveness hum. I didn't want my bedroom disappearing like Clara's. Well, now that I think about it, I don't have a room. Not yet anyway. I'll remember to ask him about that later.

Once we were settled in, he finally explained. We were going to go to this exact spot, but in a different time. We went to several different times, first the beginning of the universe, one with colorful bugs and plants, one with a big building that looked like a museum, but the one that stuck out the most was the end of the universe. He brought out the orange suit. I remember 10 in that suit. "What do you think?" He asked me and Clara. "A bit boisterous." Clara said. "It's…bright." I chimed in. He smiled like a little kid. "I think it brings out my eyes." Clara smirked. "It makes my eyes hurt." He slumped down like his balloon just got popped. I felt bad, so I played the suck up card. "I agree, Doctor. The green in your eyes does pop out more." He smiled again and ran to get changed. I took out the water bottle that was in my purse, sitting on the pilot chair. This gets exhausting. Clara suddenly turned to me. "You so like him."
I choked on my water, completely caught off guard. I always hated lying. I'm rubbish at it. I coughed for a moment, whilst violently shaking my head. "Oh no no no" I hoarsely whispered between coughs, shaking my hand in front of me. "I" *cough* "do not" I pointed a finger at her. *cough cough* "like the DOCTOR." She was laughing at my spaz attack, but I think she felt bad enough to pretend, at least, to believe me. Well that's a first for my lying skills. I sneezed. I always sneeze after having a coughing fit. It's annoying.

"BLESS YOU!" I hear The Doctor say from down the hall. I pray he didn't hear any of that. He emerged, suit and all, and went out, after telling us to not even move, and only take shallow breaths. I remembered what happened now. I didn't want to look on the screen. But I did. Curiosity killed the cat. And I felt what Clara must've felt. This…this…overwhelming sadness. Hopelessness, almost. We are ghosts. Right here, right now, in this time, we shouldn't be here. We're here in the TARDIS, but ghosts out there. Just a door separating the living from what should be the dead. And he doesn't even look fazed. He comes back in, smoke trailing behind him. Clara's eyes glazed with tears, and a teardrop rolling down my cheek. He looks at us slightly confused. "What's wrong?" We were silent. "Did the TARDIS say something to either of you?" He lightly smacked the console with his glove.
Clara finally spoke "No it's not that. Have we just watched the entire life cycle of Earth, birth to death?
The Doctor stopped moving for a moment, then said "Yes."

"And you're okay with that?"

The Doctor replied with a bit more concern and uncertainty. "Yes."

Clara looked at him "How can you be?"

"The TARDIS." He says miraculously "She's time. We..." His voice dropped, sounding guilty. "wibbly Vortex. And so on."

I finally get my voice back, but it still comes out watery. "That's not what she means."

The Doctor looked a bit nervous now. "Okay. Some help. Context. Cheat sheet... something?"

Clara, turns away from the screen, and explains. "I mean one minute you're in 1974 looking for ghosts, but all you have to do is open your eyes and talk to whoever's standing there. To you we haven't been born yet. And to you we've been dead a hundred billion years. Is mine and Ellie's body out there somewhere? In the ground?"
Tears are flowing down my face now. Am I PMSing? What's wrong with me? I don't know, but I keep my head down so my hair covers it.

The Doctor takes a minute to respond, then walks towards the steps. "Yes, I suppose they are."

I take Clara's next line, just because I love it so much, and I need to get this out. I lift my head, my vision still blurred. "But here we are talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I'm a ghost. We're all ghosts to you. We must be nothing." Clara looks at me like I just read her mind. Which I kind of did.

The Doctor turns around. "No. No. You're not that."

I've finally stopped crying, only a lone tear on my cheek now, but my voice is steady and firm. "Then what are we?" I walk towards him. "What can we possibly be?" I say, building up some frustration.

The Doctor turns around. "You" he looks at Clara "are the only mystery worth solving." And he looks at me, compassion in his big, sad, ancient green eyes "And you are a broken girl, who needs a home. And someone I am going to take care of. No matter what."

And then he walks down to get changed. After that, all the rest of the episode, or "adventure" happened. I don't exactly want to go into detail of it. Emma's screaming, the hole in the room that to me, looked positively horrifying, pulling out the time traveler, but Emma closing the wormhole, only to have the Doctor stuck for a moment, flying the TARDIS with Clara, and then it ending up being a love story, and having to fly in the TARDIS again. Of course. I didn't get involved too much after taking Clara's lines. I thought that might be the only thing that's safe, that wouldn't change anything big, so I just kept quiet and watched. By the time we left Alec and Emma, The Doctor looked at me, a bit concerned.

"Is everything alright, Ellie? You've been very quiet ever since…"
"Yeah I know." I replied. "I just…didn't want to change anything, ya know? Didn't want to take a risk and have you lost in that pocket universe or getting eaten by a monster or or or…" I feel the Doctor grab my shoulders, and I look up, which is quite distance for me, considering I'm 5'3, only an inch taller than Clara, and he's 6 foot 1 or so.

"Ellie." He smiled. "It's okay to be involved. I know that you know what's going to happen, but sometimes, help can be good. An extra pair of hands could make the process go even quicker. And from what I know about changing time lines, which is a lot." He smirks, and I roll my eyes playfully. "Is that as long as you don't do something major, like killing your grandfather or pulling me out of the pocket universe or stopping what's supposed to happen or start what isn't, then you're fine. Don't be scared to "step on a butterfly". It won't hurt a thing." I notice the butterfly and killing your grandfather reference from 10 and Martha in the Shakesperean code episode. I smile, and give him a big hug, which he gladly receives. The pang in my heart comes back, even stronger now, as I remember 12 doesn't "do" hugs. I almost cry at the thought, but I must tell him.
"Doctor?"
"Yes Ellie?"
"Don't ever stop giving hugs." My voice caught, and he noticed. "It's just…you."
He looks confused for a second, but still smiling. He nods, and moves on. "Want to see your room?" he asks.
My room! Right! I forgot to ask. "Yes!" I reply in excitement.

He guides me through a series of hallways, and the pure confusion and slight panic must be written all over my face, because he reassuringly responds with "The TARDIS will guide you to your room telepathically every time. You can't get lost going to your room." I breathe a sigh of relief, and we both chuckle. He finally comes to a white door that says "Elliana" on the front, painted in aqua blue, my favorite color. "Go on!" He pushes me inside, and I stop in my tracks. It's a beautiful aqua colored room, with an accented wall that's TARDIS blue. My bedspread is a lavender and light blue swirled galaxy print, and I have a two door closet, which has all new clothes, in my size. Shoes too! There's a white dresser with rustic, antique looking handles with a lavender lamp on it, that has little beads hanging from it. There's a bookshelf with all my favorite books, and a bathroom. It's simple, but beautiful. I turn and give the Doctor another big hug, and stroke the wall. "Thanks, old girl." She hums happily. The Doctor claps his hands together. "Alright then! I'll let you settle in, I'm glad you like it. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Ellie." I smile softly and reply "Goodnight Doctor." I shut the door and pick out a pair of pj's from my closet, which is a comfy dark grey loose shirt, and a pair of yoga pants. I snuggle inside my bed and turn out the light, falling fast asleep, dreaming of stars and galaxies, and unwillingly so, dreaming of the Doctor as well.

OOOHHHH. Some romance between the Doctor and Ellie is bubbling...xD Review and let me know what you think! :)