Chapter 14
It's amazing how quickly your emotions can change when you're hormonal.
I sighed and leaned back in my seat after recovering from some random sobbing session. The first time it happened, the Doctor was really concerned. He ran over to me and cupped my face. He wiped away my tears gently and asked me what on earth was wrong. I sniffed and said I had no idea. He sighed and hugged me. The Doctor was leaning against a railing, reading a book which I presumed was about the Cyans. I rested my eyes for a minute.
"Frankie!" The Doctor said.
"Yes?" I said, spinning around to face him.
He grinned and held out his hand. "Come with me!"
I grabbed the Doctor's hand and he pulled me forwards. Suddenly we were standing at the altar, I had a ring on my finger, the Doctor was wearing a suit and standing in front of me. What the hell?!
A woman's voice echoed from somewhere above us, "I now pronounce you Doctor and alien. You may kiss the blue freak." I looked at the Doctor and he pushed me into the middle of a chanting crowd. They were yelling, "Freak! Get out of here, you unnatural monster!"
I looked down at myself and I turned blue with claws on my giant hands and my hair grew until it was so long and heavy I couldn't stand up. I fell over and woke with a start. I panted and looked quickly down at myself.
"What's wrong?" The Doctor said quietly.
"Just a really weird dream." I said.
The Doctor nodded and walked over to where he'd been standing.
I sat back in my seat and thought over all the dreams I'd had recently. They had all been pretty frightening and confusing. I hoped I'd be able to find out what they meant soon.
I got up, walking past the Doctor in the direction of the fridge to get some chocolate or something similar. I froze on the spot, almost at the door. I looked over at the Doctor who was reading unconcernedly. I had the sudden urge to rip his clothes off. No, I thought as I slowly turned around. Stop it, Francesca; this is wrong, what you're thinking of doing, don't do it. But my whole body felt like I'd just been electrocuted. I strode over to him and stood very close to him. He looked up then jumped at how close we were.
"Oh, um hello." He said, tucking his hair behind his ear in a panicky sort of way.
"Hey." I said in a low soft voice. Oh no. Oh no, no, no!
I took the book from the Doctor's hand and glanced at it.
"Ah, the Cyan's courtship lasts for three years on average, isn't that interesting." I said. It was nuts, I didn't even feel in control of my body anymore.
"Uh, yes. It is fascinating! Which is why I was reading that particular page in the book which I found in the-"
I dropped the book on the floor and pushed the Doctor against the wall. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and make some awkward panicked excuses to leave.
"What's the matter, old man? Scared of a little heat?" I teased, pulling his jacket off.
He smiled awkwardly then looked at my eyes. His expression grew a lot more panicked.
"What colour are they at the minute?" I said, pressing myself against him.
The Doctor gave a little groan.
"P-purple." He sighed.
"And what does that mean?" I whispered in his ear.
"Passion." He hissed, trying to push me away but failing miserably. The extra strength thing must have kicked in.
"Good..." I went up on my toes and kissed him hard. His arms flailed awkwardly and I put my hands on his chest. I expected to feel one but I felt two racing hearts underneath his shirt. I pulled away and stared at him, my hands still pressed against his chest.
"Two?! Two hearts?" I said breathlessly.
He nodded, "Yeah." He paused. "Could you maybe um...? You're sort of crushing..."
"Oh, right. Sorry." I let go of him.
I leaned back on a railing and thought about what I'd just done.
"Oh god... oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed.
The Doctor nodded and sighed, picking up his jacket.
Thank god I'd come to my senses before anything else happened. I behaved like an obsessive teenager! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I hit myself on the forehead back in my room. I groaned and lay on my bed. You idiot! You freaking idiot! You've just made things awkward and terrible. God dammit, Frankie, you and your raging hormones.