Aha! Yes, I posted yet another chapter! :) Thank you so much to the two people that reviewed my last chapter and I will try to polish up on Allie's species and bonds and stuff in the next chapter. For now we're still in the dark almost as much as poor little Allie. Thanks again, and enjoy xx
Chapter 3
The Truth Hurts
She's unconscious, it's a good sign... she needs some time to adjust It was the Doctor's voice, but it was coming and going like hearing someone yell from the bottom of a well.
What is happening to her? Feminine voice, it must have been the ginger woman.
She's finally become fully in tuned with her true nature, its fine really she should be fine...
Should be fine wasn't good enough for Allie Parks and if she was able to feel any part of her body she would have explained that to the Doctor through a series of rather loudly voiced words and threats.
She's a tough one, very brave. Always brave. She's been through a lot.
How do you mean? Finally, it seemed the other man had something to say.
She doesn't have any real family left, just adoptive parents that after this won't be able to control her. It's a shame really she would have done well on Earth.
That was the last straw, what were they talking about? Of course she could live on Earth, so what if her mother wasn't her real mother; she had been there for her since as long as she could remember. Ever since her father had left the picture she couldn't imagine how two people could be any closer. Her mother would be lost without her and vice versa. It didn't matter what she was becoming or who she'd been kidnapped by she would always and she meant always get back to that one person who-
What was that? Allie could feel it, a strange sensation as if her tail bone suddenly didn't end at the spine. Her body convulsed in fear as she felt the furry snake slide along her right leg. What was crawling on her? Why was she controlling it?
She's in a half sleep state, get her back. She needs to find this out for herself.
Suddenly, Allie felt warm hands hold her chin, smooth fingers stroking her cheek. Hot, comfortable breath circled her face as she suddenly forgot the furry snake ordeal and just focused on the breathing of the man. The Doctor.
Time Lord, Gallifrey, I'm the last Time Lord, last of the Time Lords, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, My Sarah Jane, Amelia Pond the stuff from fairy tales, Bow ties are cool! Yes it does, shut it Ponds, he's all alone, nine hundred and eight, it's a sonic screwdriver, it doesn't do wood! Geronimo!
Allie shot up from her sheets, her eyes revealing the dull blackness of her bedroom. Sure enough, the outlines of her boring dresser and cupboards soon came into view. What woke her up? It must have been one Hell of a nightmare. Was it a nightmare?
She'd dreamt about the Doctor ever since she was six years old, the dreams always getting closer and closer, his face, his smiles, the darkness he held. The last of the Time Lords.
Time Lords? Where had she heard that before? Was that yet another alien species that suddenly came into her mind? She wouldn't be surprised. Too many things had been happening in London lately for people to just forget, yet they did.
What else can you expect? They're only human.
Allie's hands found her mouth as she gasped at the Doctor's voice, clear as day invading her mind. Was she going insane? She heard it sometimes happened to people. One day they were completely fine then they start going on about alien abductions and next thing you know they're locked up in a straight jacket in some white building you've never seen before. She shuddered at the thought.
Instead of reliving the dream she decided to move on. What had she been doing before she went to bed last night? She'd been out with Penelope, Eva and Kelly. They'd gone to some under eighteen club and it had been far too crowded and sweaty for her taste. She'd gone to get some air. Then...
She rubbed her head harshly. What had happened after that? She'd met with someone... someone she'd known and they'd had a conversation. Had they taken her back home? That must have been it!
Oh my God, do the girls know?
Allie's hand swatted at her nightstand, dragging her Blackberry into view, unlocking the device.
6 messages.
She opened them.
Penelope:
Where r u?
Kelly:
We're going home, r u gonna show up or not?
Penelope:
We called ur mum she said ur already home, wtf?
Eva:
How'd u do it gurl? U can tell me!
Kelly:
I'm calling ur phone but ur not answering!
Penelope:
Well call me wheneva u missed out on some HOT guys 2 bad u had to go and disappear i would have got u their number!
Allie was astonished; the texts between Penelope's first and second were only twenty minutes in between each other. Even if she'd met someone and they'd given her a ride home how on Earth would they have...
Not on Earth use your head Parks!
Tears threatened her eyes as she heard that same voice again. Who was the Doctor? Who was he really? Could he really be an alien? Was she really an alien?
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin as he watched the screen attached to the TARDIS console with curiosity. "Now this is interesting..."
"What is?" Amy asked as she bounded into sight from the hallway. The Doctor didn't even acknowledge her presence.
"Doctor?" she demanded, her Scottish accent doubly as powerful in the large interior.
"Hmm?" The Doctor asked, his hand swatting out behind him as he motioned Amy to come closer. "Look at this..." he said, pointing to the screen.
Amy narrowed her eyes to get a better focus on what she was supposed to be seeing, "Doctor, it's just an empty bedroom..." she said. Her eyes instantly changed to horror as she looked back at the Doctor in astonishment, "are you spying on someone?"
The Doctor sighed, "Yes and no... It's Allie."
Amy choked on her own breath, "what? Doctor we dropped her off hours ago, I thought you said she had to figure out her identity by herself."
The Doctor chewed on his finger idly, "I'm not sure; it seems her telepathy has grown more powerful..."
Amy leant against the console allowing her hair to fall in front of her face in exasperation, "okay shoot, how powerful?"
The Doctor grinned at her, "she can read my mind from here, she doesn't know it but she is."
Amy's head snapped up, "How the Hell is she doing that? We're in the middle of space!"
The Doctor laughed awkwardly under his breath, fiddling with the buttons on the section of the console that he stood by. "Do you remember when I told you that we had dematerialised from Allie's bedroom and were currently floating in deep dark space?"
Amy looked at him accusingly, "Yeah...?"
"Well... I lied!" the Doctor grinned, throwing his arms in the air as if it wasn't a big deal. Amy groaned, grabbing so hard onto the console that her knuckles were drained of colour. "Doctor, seriously, can you stop daydreaming about this girl. Okay so she's alone now, I get it you feel sympathy for her just like you are alone from your people too, but maybe she just wants a normal life... as a human!"
The Doctor cocked his head to the side, staring at the far corner of the room where there seemed to be four crayon drawn pictures of himself, grinning with Amy and Rory by his sides. The Doctor's old soul had been written under each drawing in typical six-year-old scribble. A mess.
Amy chewed the inside of her cheek as she stared at the pictures long and hard; "Doctor... just exactly how many little kids now believe you're their own personal imaginary friend?" she sneered coldly, turning around from the console and throwing her hair around her shoulder in frustration, "and where are we really?"
The Doctor didn't take his eyes from the monitor for a second, "we never moved, still in her room, the TARDIS has gone all invisible like back in America, nothing to worry about..." then he trailed off, his body straightening as he smiled again, "ah she's come back!" he said. Amy folded her arms trying to decide whether she wanted to go and see where Rory had disappeared to inside the TARDIS or watch a strange alien child try to figure out who she really was for the only reason the Doctor could say on the spot was 'being told by us could damage her.' Amy shook her head in disbelief, how could the truth damage a child?
And that's what sent her turning on her heels and straight back to the Doctor's side, cocking her head to the side at the exact same moment the Doctor did as they both stared on in confusion as little Allie Parks returned to her room with a laptop.
Allie lay on her bed still in her red striped pyjama shirt and white bottoms as she brought up the 'Google' homepage.
"Alright, there's bound to be someone out there that's heard of the Doctor." She muttered, clicking 'search.'
Seven pages later and Allie had decided to search something else; it was all about Doctors but none about the Doctor.
With a sigh she typed in 'blue police box'
Have you seen this man?
Strange blue police box in my street!
Dangerous man lurks in police box.
Police box seen all through time, man who never ages!
Torchwood, who are they?
NEVER approach a police box.
Allie's eyes widened, clicking on one of the links that was tied to someone's website blog.
: - Blogger's post
Greetings to all those who are reading this blog. If you are here it is because you too have seen the blue police box or met the man that we believe lives inside of it. This police box has been seen all through history, people painted this box, drew it in note pads, it was even found within the carvings of cave paintings and pyramids. The man inside the box is known to be the Doctor and is always seen if there's a disturbance that has something to do with alien activity. Big Ben being destroyed by a space ship, the Doctor was there. A giant replica of the Titanic almost hitting Buckingham Palace, the Doctor was seen in London on the day of the attack. The Doctor we believe is some form of immortal, his face isn't always the same and his title never changes. No actual name for the strange man has ever been revealed. He's just a stranger that's there just in the nick of time.
If you have seen the Doctor please phone in at: 01689 547823
Or contact me at:
Allie ran her hands through her hair as she studied each word. Some photos had been uploaded within the post revealing the blue box in cave paintings, drawings and carvings. Her eyes scanned each image, her heart fluttering with adrenaline. He was over nine hundred years old and could communicate with her through her mind.
Actually you're doing most of the communications I'm sort of cheating by using the TARDIS.
Allie's fingers left her keys instantly, her hands grabbing the top of the computer and slamming it down.
Hard.
Her hands balled into fists as she stood tall in her room feeling a well of anger, loneliness and frustrations seeping out through every little thought. "WHO ARE YOU?" She yelled, her throat hurting as she belted out the words in such a mixture of emotion she was sure she'd wake her mother.
Look in the mirror.
The thought came to her mind almost like an instinct. Like it was a temptation whispering at her from every inch of her mind to do it, look in that mirror. See what everyone else has seemed to see yet you have drawn a blank.
Allie turned robotically to the tall life-sized mirror that was standing against the wall by her bed.
At first she didn't see it; her mind was too focused on the Doctor's voice whirring in and out of her head.
It just took one second of focusing...
One little moment where her eyes met the figure in the mirror...
Because it wasn't Allie Parks,
Allie Parks didn't exist any more...
Not really,
OoOoOoooo I wonder what Allie saw in that mirror? Couldn't tell you if I wanted to, the next chapter doesn't even exist yet. I welcome you to build a Time Machine yourself and try and find it. Ahaha...ha.
Anyways, thanks again for the nice reviews and I promise imaginary cookies and a doubly brilliant chapter that's really long and amaaaazing if you review! :) Let's make some happiness. Hehe. UNTIL NEXT TIME, Goodbyeeee x
