C.H.A.P.T.E.R.F.O.U.R.
I didn't exactly know what happened after that, since it felt like all I did was blink, and suddenly my surroundings changed. I was back in that big, awe-inspiring room, and with that brain-goo attachment device wound around my temple again. Although this was sort of weird, it wasn't nearly as peculiar as when I noticed that inches away was a brunette, chocolaty eyed Doctor, smiling joyously into my eyes.
"HELLO!" He roared, making me jolt and scream in his face. "ARE YOU OKAY BOOKIE!" My eyes widened, and I blocked out his howls with my hands. I was only just realising he had a pair of whopping blue earmuffs strapped over his ears when I was on the verge of going deaf.
I slapped them off and wrenched The Doctor's ear down to my lips. "I MAY BE ON MY BLOODY PERIOD! BUT I'M NOT BLOODY DEAF!" I bellowed, my face appearing to be going as red as a tomato. The Doctor broke free from my irritated grip, and shook his head around like a dog.
"Woah, what was that for!" he questioned, shoving a finger in his ear and wiggling it about. "You really are on your period..." I grimaced at The Doctor, removing the device on my head, getting to my feet and crossing my arms.
"Okay Doctor, you better tell me what the hell is going on, right now!" I demanded, storming up to him, keeping a firm gaze locked in on his eyes. The Doctor was unmoved by my actions, and just gave me a provoked roll of the eye. I was about to slap him around the shoulder blade, but began easing off topic, when I realised that I couldn't see Miller anywhere. Suddenly my eyes filled with fret. "Where is he?" I raised, flicking my head about like an owls would when searching for its prey.
I stormed round to the other side of the control panel, to see Miller's black hair scrunched up against the blue door of the room, seeming to be gazing outwards. "Miller!" I called, rushing over to him and wrapping my arms around him firmly. "Are you okay? What hap-" I paused, realising that Miller wasn't going to reply, even if I flicked his ear, or gave him a wedgie. His eyes were hooked. And mine were too now...
I don't know how The Doctor does it, but somehow he did. He had taken this big blue eerily wonderful box up into space, and we were gazing upon the splendorous view of stars, sparkling like Christmas lights in the eternally black sky. The many coloured planets, all lined up and orbiting the sun, like followers praising their leader. And, and... There are no words to describe the ambience of the aura. It'll just take your breath away, and remove any words or thoughts that have been bugging you to get out. It just turns you blank.
"The Tardis has activated a safety oxygen field, so no need to worry about not being able to breathe." I didn't even wonder what a 'Tardis' was. I didn't straight away comprehend that it were The Doctor's words entering my mind. The only thing that I could possibly process at this moment was"...Wow..."
"Beaut... isn't it?" I saw Miller in the corner of my eye, his mystified and glorified gaze half aimed at me, half still glued to the darkness. And the 'Beaut' as he called it.
"Mmm..." I replied, genuinely lost with words. I couldn't even try to peel my eyes away. The stars seemed to shudder, and the sun's flames flew outward. Even from the distance we were at, I felt the heat getting to my body. I really did feel something about this atmosphere that I never felt before. Something, strange... And although that sounds normal, considering I was staring at nine varied planets, a gazillion stars and a soul deepening black sky... It wasn't that kind of strange... It was more a déjà vu strange. I actually felt like, there was something about it I'd seen before... Maybe in a dream... Maybe in a fairytale... All I know is that there was something in the back of my mind that remembered all this...
"OKAY!" The Doctor screeched in my ear, leaning in front of us and closing the big bold doors. I snapped out of my site-watching stance and back into reality, turning my attention back to The Doctor. The motion of wondering why I felt so 'been-there, done-it' escaped my mind. "So, basics... You're inside my Tardis. That's Time and relative dimensions in space. TARDIS. It travels in time and space. It's like my space ship slash time machine if you think about it. I'm the Doctor. You don't need to know much more about me than that other than the fact that I'm a time lord. An alien in other words. But ooh, a good alien, a helpful one, definitely. I tend to travel with companions, but at the moment, not so much. I save planet earth from invading aliens, and help creatures in danger, without realising often. It's not a job, it's a hobby, well sort of, well... not really, but still! Since I'm doing this, I'm going to help you;" He said, pointing his long sturdy forefinger in my direction. "Yes! I'm going to help you get out alive, and stop this alien, and well... you might learn a thing or two from yours truly! Any questions?"
The Doctor Beamed optimistically to me and Miller. He spoke so fast that I had to let his words calculate for a while before actually answering. "Um yeah... Um, can you go back to explaining what a Tardis is again please?" The Doctor gave me a cunning smirk.
"So wait..." Miller tuned in, scratching his chin. "...You're an alien... and this, is all, Alien tech?" Miller seemed a bit fatigued understanding even that...
The Doctor leant my way, and gazed with a staggered emotion to Miller. "He's a bit of a slow one isn't he...?" I nodded with agreement, just so that I could wind Miller's cogs up about it later...
"Trust me, he should be a blonde..."
"Hey!"
The Doctor and I laughed at Miller, seeing his confused, but astonished expression. I ambled over to him and cuddled him gently, and he automatically loosened up, flopping his arms over my shoulders and hugging me back. From behind, I managed to hear a clattered beeping noise, sounding sort of like the noises you would hear from a very old video game. "Aha!" The Doctor burst, sprinting to a part of the panel, and turning a screen towards him. I automatically released from Miller's arms and got by his side.
"So, Gentolians..." The Doctor mumbled, his eyes flicking around at the screen. I leant in closer to take a closer look, leaning against The Doctor's shoulder. I actually felt a sort of stun when being able to be so close to him, but The Doctor wearily scooted away, glaring my way, and then continuing with his read. I was left wondering what I did wrong...
"Doctor." Miller entitled, getting by my side. "I don't understand why you need to search the, uh, 'Tardis'' database if you already encountered the Gentolian's before...?" Miller raised a good point, and I searched The Doctors phizog for a reply.
"Simple. I lied." The Doctor noted, proof reading the mass amount of writing appearing on the screen. "The sonic just told me when scanning the area that there was a Gentolian nearby. Eh, best thing to do is sound like you have experience. A normal creature won't mess with a creature with higher intelligence, and a more experienced one. It's common sense if you think about it. It's like... Okay it's like if a goldfish tried to outsmart a human. It just wouldn't work..." The Doctor's eyes were scanning the screen non-stop. He was now subdued and was in full focus. It kind of reminded me of how I get when reading books.
I began reading the screen too, wondering what I and two boys were up against. I couldn't for sure tell what it said with such small writing, but it said something along the lines of being a race of mass intelligence. There wasn't much information on these 'Gentolian's' but from what I could make out, they were a superior race that mastered pretty much everything. Flying automobiles, monogrammed pictures, you name it, they had it. But the notes hooked my mind particularly to the final paragraph.
"The Gentolian race abandoned their home planet, and spread out, looking for races of intelligence, and then feasting on the unknown knowledge that they never learnt. The more a Gentolian knows, the longer it will live. Gentolian's main source of digestion is imagination, memoirs, and undisclosed words. A Gentolian's skin is unbreakable, and cannot be destroyed or killed by wounds or disease. They have developed the knowledge to keep themselves safe, and to protect themselves. Gentolian's are found in many places, changing into forms of the creatures around them."
"Doctor..." I said, engaging my attention towards him. "Can they change shape?" A look of startlement crossed my eyes as I said it. I was saying it like it was an everyday motion, how outlandish of me...
The Doctor sighed, leaning down against the panel and sliding his hair back. "Looks that way."
"Well, that helps..." Miller commented sarcastically from behind, promenading around the panel and gawping at the many controls that filled the metal.
The Doctor aah'd, as if having a sudden realisation that he didn't notice before. "Did you notice his name?" The Doctor glanced down to me slightly, but then continued to read the tiny screen. "Sekree-Tada... It's an anagram. Swap the letters around a bit and his name is Data Seeker... clever really..."
"Well that makes me feel better..." I mumbled, clenching my fist. "We're against a creative alien that likes to make names out of a lifestyle. Now we're sorted!" The Doctor shook his head at me, gritting his teeth and blinking wildly. I sighed, giving up on the reading and asking myself plenty of questions that have been rolling my brain around.
"I don't understand it though..." I said, walking leisurely away from the control panel and perching myself on the cushioned bronze bench. "I mean, sure I'm smart, I have a decent imagination, but... I don't have any secrets... I don't have any memories that are worth anyone's time... Why is he so keen on my mind? Why not one of those other nerds that go to our university?" I blinked away the tears, quickly, anxious of what they would think when I showed that I was actually shitting bricks about this thing. The truth is... I'm afraid of death. I don't want to die, when I actually want to live my life. If I died after I achieved something in life, I'd be happy. But I've got nothing to feel pride in. I just don't want to die. Not yet anyway...
The Doctor perched himself by my side, and continued to gaze at the small screen hung by the many black wires that seemed to tangle naturally with each other. "No secrets huh..." He mumbled, smirking to himself. "...What's your name Bookie?"
I chuckled quietly, wiping it off my face as soon as I could. "Like hiding away a name makes a difference..." The Doctor turned his eyes up to me, and gently smiled.
"Trust me, a name can hide such wonderful truths..." I flicked a gentle flash of my teeth over to him. What a strange man The Doctor is... One moment, it seems like he hates your guts, and wants to get you out of his life as soon as he can. But, another minute... It seems like he could become your best friend... I wish I could understand him properly, I just wish I could spend enough time with him to know him like the back of my hand. That's probably impossible though. His closest companion probably doesn't even know him thatwell...
I let out a gentle sigh, turning my eyes down to the grated floor. "Doctor..." I named, twiddling my thumbs. I had so many questions to ask The Doctor, but I thought I'd start off with a basic one. "I was thinking... How did you know to come to my university in the first place? I mean, people don't casually walk around universities like that. Well, Unless you're a creep..."
The Doctor flung his self back against the chair, and let out a gentle yawn. "No, I'm not a creep..." He said, shaking his head and smiling to me. "Some person just came up to me and told me that I needed to go there for something. I wasn't sure what at first. But, they just said, 'look around. Keep an eye out... Big things are found in simple places. You'll find some in that university'."
"Yeah you will..." I replied, tittering to myself. "A brainiatic geek and an alien. Oh what brilliant things to come upon..." The Doctor turned his sparkling eyes my way, and smiled.
He gently laughed along with me. Crossing his arms and shaking his head. "A brainiatic geek and an alien. It's, brilliant really..." He mumbled, exaggerating the brilliant part, and nodding to me. I was taken back slightly, trying to understand what he was trying to say. Was he trying to call me brilliant?
"Oit!" My eyes snapped up to Miller, who was inspecting the screen with an engrossed manner. "How do you make an alien dumb?" he questioned, turning to me and The Doctor dynamically.
I held my chin for a moment, trying to think of something witty to reply. "Take away his glasses, throw them out the window, and make him spin around ten times? Oh wait, I'm just thinking about dizzy rascal..." It was a wasted comment since The Doctor didn't know who dizzy rascal is, and Miller just shook his head at me with bad taste...
"Doctor, if they survive on knowledge, and intelligence, then surely to kill them, you just... make them dumb." Miller gazed at The Doctor with his arms open while The Doctor bit the front of his thumb and went into a few pensive thoughts.
"The Genolian's digest intelligence, and therefore taking away their intelligence is in some way starving them." He calculated out loud. "But, how do you make an alien dumb?"
"Especially an alien that you can't hurt. That makes things a whole lot harder..." Miller contrasted with him.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, and got out a cautious finger. "Violence is never the answer. Violence does nothing but cause trouble..." The Doctor began to pace around the Tardis, searching it for answers. "No, we need something that can harm the brain mentally but only slightly, just to cut off the knowledge for a while. Then we can escort him to a different planet where he can find intelligence from something more useless... like the blue planet Googol, with its many 'uhh-ing' stand about's..."
I raised a finger and opened my mouth, but closed it again. I thought of something, something smart, something brilliant, but considering The Doctor just went with the ghandi-ish motion of non-violence, it was probably not a good idea... Ah, what the hell... "Doctor. How about when he's digesting the brain?"
The Doctor turned down to me, and gave me a questionable glare. "What about when he's digesting the brain?" He asked, blatantly not able to get it straight away. But with a hasty tilt of my head, his eyes widened. "No! You can't use that Bookie! That's just idiocy!"
"It could work though!" I quarrelled with him, crossing my arms and getting to my feet stubbornly. "We find a weakness, send it through, and then hey presto! He's disabled momentally." The Doctor glowered at me scornfully, and stormed my way.
"I don't care if it could work, it's what a bland, dim-witted, foolish kid would do. It's suicidal! And Bookie, you won't stoop as low as a boob like that..." The Doctor was now millimetres away from my face, his sombre look melting into my body.
"I wouldn't know how to do it for definite yet Doctor."
"Wouldn't know how to do what?" I irrevocably remembered that Miller was there in the back, and crossed my arms. I wasn't going to win this fight, so what was the point?
"Never mind..." I said, crossing my arms, and lowering my eyes to the floor. I was about to perch my butt back down against the puffed cushion of the bench, but fell to the ground when the floor suddenly tilted into a skewed position. The lights died out one by one, and suddenly it felt as if we were falling. Maybe it was because, we were. Falling down, down, down, in space. Is that even possible with no gravity!
"What's going on!" I squealed, managing to scoop myself of the floor so that I was kneeling, and holding onto a steel railing. The Doctor clumsily dashed around to the screen again, tying his arm around the bar it was perched upon. "Something's pulling us back down to the earth." He yowled, that solemn tone still fastened in his voice. "Most likely our good friend Mr. Sekree-Tada."
"GREAT!" Miller outburst, hanging over one of the railings, his raven hair stuck up on end and his eyes full of irritated rage. "That's what we need isn't it? An alien that can control the Tardis while not being in it!"
I blinked, keeping my perplexed expression on my cheeks when seeing The Doctor gathering some bits and bobs from around the room. Stuff that seemed a bit random in all honesty. "Doctor!" I screamed. He turned my way. His sonic screwdriver being bitten like a bone inside his mouth. "What do we do?" The Doctor still somehow managed to beam at me, galloping my way, clutching my hand and then gripping Miller's arm.
He dragged us to the door and then kicked it open, allowing us to see the endless blue sky surrounding us. "TIME TO JUMP!" He bellowed elatedly. Both mine and Miller's expression dropped, as he dove through the doorway, dragging both of us down with him. "ALLONS-Y!" He exclaimed ecstatically as we began falling down with the gravitational pull. Falling too rapidly to the ground for my liking. The Doctor had done it. He'd just killed me. What a laugh?
"AND YOU CALLED ME SUICIDAL!" I shrieked, declining to my grave as The Doctor cackled his head off of his shoulders...
A.N. Ello :D Sorry it took so long to upload this chapter. I've been trapped underneath revision for exams, and it probably doesn't help tthat I had writters block for most of this chapter... I'm not too proud of this chapter, but Hopefully by the next chapter it'll all be alright.
The annoying thing is, I have the good part, and the ending planned out PER-FECT-OH-LY ! but then the middle bit I'm unsure about :/ I wish I could skip to the end... Ah well :D
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Leanne
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