*emerges from the shadows, brushing cobwebs out of my hair*
So I've been gone a while. Hehe. Oops. I'm not going to lie, I haven't really felt motivated to write until recently, what with Matt leaving and everything. But that's okay, I'm back now. I'm just an emotional wreck. Yay for Doctor Who and it's ability to make me cry! :'D
So for those of you that reviewed, all that time ago, you get you're very own Tentoo! I'd say he's one of a kind, but... he is a clone. ;) Now, I think I've kept you waiting long enough, so on to the story!
"The library!" I squealed in delight, dashing into the awaiting room with glee. "You have a library! It's not just a thing?!"
"What do you mean 'a thing?' Of course it is a thing, otherwise it wouldn't exist." The Doctor wandered in after me, slightly confused.
"Uh - nothing." I was going to have to get used to the fact that he didn't understand his own references. "I just love library's, that's all!"
The Doctor look at me quizzically, started playing with his fingers, and then beamed. " Well, then you're going to have a fantastic time here."
It was true. The library was massive. It had it's very own, one of a kind spiral staircase. That's right. A spiral staircase. It was obviously the main way to navigate the library. It dominated the center of the room, winding upwards impressively. It also disappeared down into the floor, probably leading to more books. Platforms branched off it, allowing readers to get to the different floors. On the right hand side of the bottom floor (on the only portion of the wall not covered in books) was a large fireplace, which cast a friendly glow over a few comfortable looking plush sofas and chairs. It looked like the perfect place to snuggle up with a book and a cup of hot tea. It wouldn't surprise me if I found myself visiting this place often.
The Doctor lead me over to the staircase, smiling at my probably dumbfounded expression. "As you can see," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he gazed up at the structure, "the library goes up three levels. If you go down that corridor," he pointed opposite the fireplace, "It's the kitchen. Feel free to get food whenever you want. If you go down one floor, you will find the swimming pool."
"The swimming pool."
"That's what I said."
"Your swimming pool is in your library."
"Yeah."
"I think I'm going to cry."
"What! Why?" The Doctor exclaimed. "Do you find swimming pools offensive?" He looked concerned, which made me smile.
"Doctor, you need to just learn that if you don't understand what I say, it is probably meant in a positive way. So am I allowed to go swimming, or-?"
The Doctor stared at me. He seemed to be processing what I just said. He probably wasn't used to not knowing things, or at he wasn't used to not having a single clue. I guess he still didn't know how to handle me. Hell, my own parents still didn't know how to handle me and they had had a lot longer to figure me out.
"I- I guess?" The Doctor stuttered. "There are plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. If-"
"Wardrobe?!" I said, changing my mind in a millisecond. "Can I see that? Do you have a super long scarf in there?"
"Well, yeah, but why would you want a scarf?"
"Cause I own one that may or may not be similar," I said with a grin, thinking fondly of the scarf that just so happened to resemble Tom Baker's.
"Head straight across," he said. He looked worried, confused, and quite intrigued by my personality. Oh well. He'd figure me out eventually.
I didn't feel like explaining to him how I knew everything. It's not like I wanted to hide it from him; I would tell him eventually. I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't abandon me after he figured out everything I knew. I wanted to make sure I got to visit one planet - just one. Was that such a horrible thing to ask for?
I smiled reassuringly at the Doctor before heading around the spiral staircase to the wardrobe. As I approached, the door automatically opened with a hiss. My body tensed with excitement as the door opened.
If I kept this up I was going to have a heart attack.
I walked through eagerly, already looking around. The wardrobe wasn't nearly as impressive as the library, but it was definitely cool - and really really BIG. There were clothes from every era of every planet and of every species. Dresses, spacesuits, and even loincloths were not hard to find. There were jackets, scarves, hats of every shape and size, a variety of shoes, and even socks. There didn't appear to be any organization to it whatsoever. The clothes were haphazardly placed around the room, on shelves, on racks, and anywhere they would fit. I laughed at the complete insanity of it all.
"What are you laughing at?" The Doctor asked from behind me.
"Because. Out of all these clothes, you managed to find a Bowtie. What were the odds?" I chuckled.
He managed to somehow both glare and grin at me, sensing my teasing attitude.
"About one in four hundred thousand thirty seven, if you don't know where anything is at," he said matter-of-factly.
"And if you do know where everything is?" I prompted.
"Well if you know where everything is, you're guaranteed to find it, eh?" he gave me a knowing wink. I was sure, despite the fact that the place had no organization to it, that the Doctor could find anything in it. It may take take him a few millennia, but he would get there.
"Don't get cheeky!" I said, laughing. "I was just making fun of you!"
"Yeah, yeah." The Doctor smiled in his childish way. He had that sparkle of life in his eye that made me question whether or not he was sane. Part of me knew he wasn't.
Oh well. Sanity was for wimps.
I smiled back at him with a wicked grin . "Now then! First one to find a suitable scarf gets bragging rights for half an hour."
"Half an hour? Why so short of a time period?" the Doctor said with a smile, already moving to search for a scarf.
"Because," I said, "You won't want to listen to me brag for anything longer than that!"
"Is that a challenge, I sense?"
"It's not a challenge if I know I'm going to win." I shot back with a grin.
"Haha!" The Doctor laughed good-naturedly. He clapped his hands together, spun in a circle, and started sifting through a clothes rack.
Honestly, I didn't want a scarf. I was just enjoying spending time with him. Despite the fact that I really, truly just met him, I felt a sort of comfort in being around him. It was like I had known the Doctor for years. It went beyond just watching him on the show, though. I felt like I knew him. It was weird, like he was a best friend who moved away for a few years, and then came back to visit me. All I knew was I felt some sort of personal connection to him, but whether that was from the TV show or not, I couldn't tell.
I heard a loud crash, and my head shot up to find the source of the noise. Off to my right, I saw the Doctors head poking out from underneath a massive pile of clothes.
I immediately started laughing when he started muttering in a different language. The Doctor began shoving clothes off of him in an attempt to sit up.
"Something tells me what you're saying isn't nice," I said with a grin.
"S' not," he grunted, starting to drag himself out from under the pile. A sock was hanging half-hazardously off of his right ear, which set me off in another round of laughter.
"You're like a baby giraffe," I giggled as I started walking over to help him.
The Doctor glared at me, and tried to sit up. He bumped into the stack of clothes behind him, and was immediately buried in another avalanche of fabric.
When he finally resurfaced, I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. His head was the only thing visible from underneath the mountain of clothing. When I saw what items he was buried in, I starting laughing so forcefully I was crying.
The Doctor kept glaring at me. I walked over to him, plucked the scarf off the top of his head, and, with tears in my eyes, began giggling again.
"I win."
So I've been an emotional wreck for a while, and this chapter hurt my heart to edit. (I have had it written for a while, just no time to post it. Again, sorry!) I can't help but feel there is no way I'm doing Matt Smith justice. But that's okay, because I love him, and I love writing about him. Eleven is my beautiful awkward giraffe and nothing will ever stop me from writing about him. :)
So, onto my bribe! :) Since I'm feeling absolutely miserable, I offer all reviewers their very own bow tie. Not just any bow tie. THE bow tie. Since Eleven won't be needing them anymore, there must be plenty to go around...
Reviews make me happy. Right now, I obviously need a lot of happy. You know what to do!