Ah-ha, next chapter! Enjoy

I woke up with blurry vision and the biggest headache I'd ever had.

"Oi," I mumbled to myself as I tried to sit up, "Whoa, head rush."

I lay back down on the ground and looked around. I was beside the Tardis console and stairs. The Doctor wasn't in my sight, and I started to wonder what happened while I was passed out.

"This must be how drunks feel," I muttered to myself as I tried, and failed, to stand up again.

I gave up and chose to stay on the ground for a bit. I tried to bring back to mind what had happened. It was pretty much like the episode: avoid Jadoon, genetic transfer, Doctor 'dies' and saves Earth, pass out from no oxygen, and Doctor saves the day again.

I giggled. The Doctor had kissed me to save the Earth. If only my friends knew, and why couldn't they know? I frowned in thought; we had time to stop by a friend's house, like Brina, my best friend. I would have to finish the school day probably, but I could tell Brina what happened. She would flip out.

Brina was the one to show me Doctor Who anyway. She deserved to know he was real. But it probably wasn't the best idea, I decided against it.

I heard a thud and spun around, not well for my head. I clasped my head, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass and I groaned.

The Doctor had just pulled a lever, but I was sound sensitive at the moment.

"Sorry," he apologized when he heard me, "A little tipsy now, are we?"

I glared at him and he ignored it.

"Yes, but why," I asked from the floor.

"Just disoriented is all," he explained, "Need some help?"

"No, I think I'll sit here for a bit. My head hurts." I said.

"You should move. Get your blood flowing," he said, grinning childishly.

He helped me struggling to stand. Eventually he gave up on me doing it on my own, so he put my arm around his shoulder. I leaned against him as he poked a screen, looking at something timey-wimey that I didn't care to find out. I laid my head on his shoulder while he clicked more buttons.

"You're taking this well," he said out of the blue.

"Pardon?"

"Some of my companions have dealt differently, to the aftermath of these situations."

"You mean someone like Martha and the genetic transfer?" I asked.

He paused and I thought I saw his face go a bit red, but everything was a bit red through my eyes at the moment.

"At least you know what it was." He said after a minute.

"That's because I watched that episode. She was convinced it was a kiss, and that would just make this really awkward. I know it wasn't because you've only really ever meant to kiss Rose, Madame de Pompadour, and those you like like that." I said, knowing that bringing that up would probably make this a really awkward moment.

It didn't, thankfully. He went red first, but relaxed a bit once I admitted that and touched the screen again.

"Whatcha doing?" I questioned.

"Just checking readings all over the universe," he answered and I had a feeling he was showing off.

"Why couldn't you do it in an Earth language?" I motioned with my free arm to the squiggles on screen and he paused, clearly deflated.

"It wouldn't be as fun," he picked as his response.

"Because everything is more fun when it isn't human," I retorted.

"No offense to your species or anything," he quickly added.

I just raised an eyebrow and he went silent, slowly moving a hand to change the language into what appeared to be French. He smiled slyly and I smiled back, pretending to knew enough French to read it. The Doctor pouted and clicked it into Spanish. My grin didn't leave. He changed it to German: I still didn't react. I knew he would give up if he thought I could read the languages, which I could not.

He paused in thought and sighed, "I suppose it would only anger you if I were to make it a dead language?"

"Probably, just change it to English, it'll be easier for you," I shrugged and he rolled his eyes before reading the readings again, in English.

I read for a bit, but then I got bored with all the big words I couldn't understand and walked away feeling a bit more stable now.

"Do not change that to an inhuman language, Doctor," I threatened as I saw him move in my peripheral vision. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

"You're worse than Donna," he complained.

"Eh, she probably understood more than I do," I admitted, "I haven't lived much life to understand most of it yet."

"Then I should take you back; let you finish school," he decided.

"You'll get sidetracked and forget me," I stopped smiling, a little bit sad. I understood that he was still right.

"Even if I did, I could just come back to the same time, you won't know the difference," the Doctor said.

"I guess you're probably right," I sighed.

"Of course I am. I'm the Doctor," he bragged.

"So, December. The 13th," he said as he fiddled with switches, "The time, what do you say we just skip the rest of the school day?"

I smiled again, "That'd be nice. But they would mark my record. I guess I have to finish the school day."

"Nonsense. I'll go in when we left and tell them you felt sick and I, being your 'Dad', took you home," the Doctor concluded. "Now push that big red button over there."

I pushed the button and the Tardis shook a little bit. I looked out the door and saw that we were behind my school. The Doctor fixed his tie and strutted towards the front door like he owned the place. He was taking out his psychic paper before he got in the door. I sat inside the Tardis to wait. It was too bloody cold out there.

He came in five minutes later with a know-it-all look on his face and his hands full of my textbooks.

"You just think you're so great, don't you," I said as I looked through the homework and he turned a knob.

"That is true," he said.

This time the Tardis didn't shudder as bad when he placed us by my house. I texted my mom that a friend had dropped me off because I'd felt sick. She and my dad were working, so they couldn't've done so.

I gave the Doctor a hug before he got back in the Tardis.

"Hopefully I see you in a few years," I said before he shut the door.

"Right you are," he smiled, "Have a good life till then. By the way. You mind telling me about "OMD" now?"

"It means 'oh my Doctor'," I smiled.

He chuckled, "Of course it does."

And I heard the sounds of the universe as the Tardis faded out of view. I smiled and went to my room to go write this down. Who knows, I would probably see him in the future. What would happen then?

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