Um yeah lets pretend it hasn't been that long since a new chapter. It'll make it easier for all of us. Just read on, please.
To be honest I didn't expect to ever meet the Doctor, I even went as far as to pretend the TARDIS never appeared in my bedroom. It was easier that way; easier to numb the feeling of dying hope, easier to admit to myself that Mikaela wasn't coming back, and no one would show up on my doorstep with her by his side. I couldn't help the my dreams though, the ones where the Doctor miraculously stopped in and saved the day like her does on my TV screen. Mikaela would return unharmed, along with all the other students, and we would graduate high together, the Doctor cheering in the crowd as each of our names were called.
But life doesn't work that way. I did meet him, but not until exactly a year after Mikaela's disappearance.
I was halfway home from the bus stop on the last day before break. I still rode the bus because I had yet to work up the courage to take my drivers test, and we didn't really have the money to put me on the insurance anyway. I couldn't help but think about the fact that no one vanished that afternoon. It felt unfair, and I was ashamed to admit to myself it made me angry that some people escaped the fate that Mikaela had no choice in. I stared at the ground as I walked gloomily home, but stopped 30 feet short of my driveway as the hope-filled sound or the TARDIS landing filled my ears. My head jerked up automatically.
Wind blew my hair back before the blue box gave a final boom and sat solidly on the road. Before I could even decide what to do, the door opened and the Doctor stepped out, bowtie and all, and grinned at me. Grinned at me. Like all in the world was perfect and he had just bought a pony.
Looking back, I don't know why I wasn't surprised. I don't know why I wasn't happy to see him either, standing a few feet away. But instead of smiling back, I clenched my teeth and walked up to him, slapping him as hard as I could.
He took a few steps back and held his cheek with his hand, making the surprised face I knew so well.
"A simple 'hello, I missed you' would've sufficed," he said grumpily.
"God," I huffed, still angry. "Where the bloody hell have you been?!"
"Alien prison," he answered, moving his jaw as if he was checking to see if it was broken.
I looked him up and down, my hands in fists by my side. "With Amy and Rory?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes. Now why did you hit me?"
"Doesn't matter," I swallowed, then walked around him back toward my driveway. I was still angry at him, though I wasn't sure why. He was the Doctor. Timelord, TARDIS, time-traveling Doctor, and I really didn't want my brain to explode over the fact that he existed.
"How long's it been?" I heard him ask from behind me.
I stopped again. How long's it been? He can't mean he's met me…. I turned around and glared at him. "Well since Mikaela vanished into thin air, one year. Since all those other students were taken, and we mourned over them, its been too long. And where were you? Flying around with the Ponds, not even caring about the fact that my friend was gone," I was getting teary. "And now you show up like- like- like you don't even know, a-and…" I trailed off and took a deep breath to prevent myself from crying.
He walked up to me, in his tan coat and bright red suspenders, and pulled me into a hug, letting me bury my face into his shoulders, where I let my tears flow freely but silently.
"I am sorry. I am so, so sorry," He petted my hair gently.
I held onto him tightly and closed my eyes, forgetting my surroundings, and forgetting the unrealisticness of the situation. I let the Doctor hold me, as I held him, the man I knew so well, yet not at all.
Longer than the other chapters, which is a good thing, right? Right. I love answering my own questions.
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