Ch 1 Just a Normal Day

I couldn't be more grateful that my semester at collage has ended. I mean, sure I'm going to have to come back, but a few months break is definitly needed. Especially after all those finals. That, and living on campus away from home doesn't really seem to help. It may save time and fuel, but living at 'work' really takes its toll on me. I just want to go home, relax and spend time with my girls.

Still, I'd have to be back in a month or two. So I just packed my clothes, electronics and a few stuffed friends. What can I say? I get lonely at night.

Looking off into the distance I realize...They have trained me so well... I wave that thought away.

Anyway, I finished packing. Now, I had nothing to do. Except wait for mom to come pick me up. Not that I mind. All I've got is time.

So, I went to check and see if my roommate needed help packing. "Need any help Becky?" I asked popping my head threw her open door.

"Not really, I'm just finishing up. You?"

"Finished." I paused. "Wanna know what happened last night?"

"This couldn't happen to be another one of your wacky dreams, could it?" Becky asks, pointing her finger at me with a smirk.

"Wacky?" I ask raising my eyebrow, watching her as she walks past me and into the living room.

"Yeah, you know." She sits down on the chair crossing her legs as I go to sit on the couch. "Like that one time you were in one of James Bond's adventures and instead of his theme music, you heard country music instead."

I couldn't help smiling, "I remember." I laugh, "I'm just glad I wasn't late to class that day." Seeing as how my alarm clock failed to wake me up and instead got incorporated in my dream. I quite enjoyed that. It also helped that James was quite the charmer let me tell you.

"So wacky?"

"Not this time. No. I was in 'The Terminator' this time." She gave me a look. "It wasn't crazy this time, I swear." I mention, putting up my hands in defense, "It went with the flow, this time. I had to protect the kid, Josh... John Tucker... Turnner?" I say, tilting my head trying to figure it out.

My friend laughs, shaking her head, "You're horrible with names."

"Hush!" I interrupt her, "Now, I'm just really glad Arnold Schwarzenegger was on our side! With him on our side we could totally rule the world!" I say, spreading my arms out cause my friend to chuckle at me.

"From what I remember, ...we were having this shoot out. I had to protect the kid and somehow ended up under a truck for cover, I think …it was a mini semi-truck. You know, the catering white ones that are like boxes... like... " I pause trying to figure it out, then snap my fingers, "Those ice cream trucks! Anyway, I shot three people dead from under there!" I stated proudly smiling, with a single thump hitting my chest.

She just shook her head, "Why're you so proud?"

"I didn't know I could shoot!" Then my phone rings and I turn around, totally missing Becky's face-palm.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

'Just letting you know, I just pulled up.'

"Sure. I'll be out in a minute." I say hanging up my phone.

I go to grab my stuff, "Hey Becky!"

"Yeah?"

"You doing anything over the break?"

"Yeah, go home, work, see some friends. You?"

"Same old, same old." I say setting my all of my stuff by the front door. "My parents keep nagging me to get a job over break again."

"And you don't want to?"

"Want to? No. Need? ...yes." I sigh.

She just shakes her head, "You probably should. You know, just to get you started — "

I sigh, exasperated. Running my hand through my hair. "I know. I know. I ...just... miss it, you know."

"Miss what?" Now she's starting to sound like my parents. Not that I mind, but it gets tiring. Fast.

"I miss being a kid. Going on adventures. Running around, screaming and nobody looking at you weirdly for doing it, just cause you're a kid, you know? I miss cops and robbers on bikes, the lava monsters..." I chuckle. "Flushing my brother down the toilet and any other kid that would climb up the slide. Oh, we had soo much fun!"

She gives me a look as if to say 'really', but I completely miss it as I continue my rant, "I guess I just miss the freedom and fun of being kid."

She goes to open her mouth to speak when we hear a knock on the door, "That'd be mom." I say jumping off the couch "Coming!" I shout to the door.

I open the door, fully expecting an impatient mom, only to reveal another friend, "Hey, David." He's from the group of friends Becky introduced me to.

I'm very grateful to Becky. Without her and another girl friend of mine, my collage life would just consist of school work, cleaning, TV and other adventure escapes like reading and playing video games. They got me out of my cave.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. It's not like we planned to meet up so I couldn't help but wonder if I missed something.

"Just thought you might want some help."

I stepped aside to let him in. "Sure. Thanks, I appreciate it" I say as he grabs a few bags and I grab the rest. Walking out of the apartment I see mom's car just a few feet away. I'm so close to freedom right now, I can almost taste it! Absolutely loving the feeling. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, that grew with every step I took.

"The trunk open?'" I ask mom.

She nods her head in confirmation, "You didn't forget anything, did you?"

"Yep." I let out another smile as I head to the trunk. David following behind me. "Wait! No! I mean, No I didn't forget anything." Mom just chuckles. In retaliation I stick out my tongue while squinting my eyes.

"You haven't left home till you've forgotten something." I retort while opening the trunk. 'It's not like this is home. No way I'd forget anything.'

"Who's this?" Mom asked.

"Oh, sorry." I stop loading the trunk to look at them, taking turns gesturing to each of them. "Mom that's David, a friend from the group I told you about. David that's my mom." I answer, quickly turning back to my task.

I found the stuff David carried by my feet. I smiled thinking how it was nice of him to help. Wasting no time I started filling the trunk. After packing, I looked up to see David talking to my mom. They seemed to be having a nice conversation, that's good. As I was about to enter the car's shotgun side, David came over.

"So I was gonna have dinner with my dad, later tonight."

"Been a while since you saw him?"

"Yeah."

"That'll be fun. Let me know how it turns out." I say smiling as I climb through the door. One of these days I'm going to go through the window, change things up a little.

I was more than ready to go home, knowing Lady and Breck would be more than thrilled to see me. Almost as much as I couldn't wait to see them. Defiantly not going to let them go tonight. 'Wha ha hah ha! Snuggle Time!'

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come." I turned to him.

"Isn't it just dinner for the two of you? I don't want to ruin that. Besides, I really have" *cough* want "to get home." I say, practically bouncing in my seat, looking between mom and David. And yes I would be clapping my hands enthusiastically here, but public, so...

David just smiled at me with a nod as I buckled myself in. I turn to mom to let her know I'm ready to go. Only for her to say, "You can go if you want to, you know." Smiling at me.

"Why? I wanna see Lady and Breck! It's been a good month since I've been home." I couldn't see why she would say that, I mean she's here to pick me up now she wants to leave without me?! Nu-uh! No way, no how. Ain't getting rid of me that easily.

Mom just sighed, 'Why?' looking behind me towards David. "It was very nice meeting you David."

I turn to see David give mom a nod, "It was nice meeting you to Mrs. Massy."

I gave him a big wide smile and said, "Thanks for the help David! See you next Semester. Let me know how dinner went, okay?"

"Sure thing." He gave me a nod as I closed my door. He took a step back and watched as my mom drove off campus.

Little did I know, that would be the last time I'd ever see him.

—

As we were driving on the highway towards home, mom decided to speak up. "You know, you could've had dinner with him if you wanted."

"Why?" I asked turning my head from the window to look at her. I just wanted to go home.

"He was asking."

"So?"

"Amanda" she sighed.

"You didn't want me to come home?" I whined. Wondering what the hell this is all about, I mean it's not like she came a day too soon.

"I'm fine with you coming home for break, sweetie. It's just... I could've picked you up after dinner or tomorrow if you wanted to go with him."

"Why? You'd just have to drive home for over an hour each way just to pick me up or wait for me to come back." I couldn't help but glare at her when a thought crossed my mind, "Do you want to waste fuel?"

"That's not what I'm saying." She sighed. "Amanda, he was asking if you wanted to go to dinner."

It didn't really concern me, "Yeah, and?"

"...With him and his father." She insisted.

"Which is why I didn't want to intrude."

"He wouldn't have asked if he didn't want you to go."

"Yeah, and?"

Mom just shakes her head and chuckles, "He was asking you out."

That didn't make sense, "...Why?"

She just looked at me, "He probably likes you Amanda."

"And I like him. That's why we're friends."

Mom was biting her lip for some reason. "Then why didn't you want to go?"

"I wanted to go home." I didn't get a response. "I missed Lady and Breck. Rosie too, but to her I'm just a mistress while Trevor's her husband."

She looks at me shocked, "You're still calling Rosie that?"

"Oh, come on mom! She lives and sleeps with Trevor! She's in his room all the time, I only get her when she wants attention or I'm in the bathroom." I point out, "See? Mistress."

She rolled her eyes and looked back to the road. I thought I heard her mumbling something about grandkids, I don't know why though. It's not like I'm dating anyone. She doesn't have to worry about that.

'?' Sometimes parents are just so weird. Don't you agree?

—-

Almost as soon as we pull into the driveway, I'm grabbing all of my stuff. Well... everything I can carry with two hands, arms and shoulders. Let's just say I was fully loaded.

"I'm Home!" I shout as I burst through the doors. Dad wasn't home yet since it was still a work day, but I still got the best welcome anyone could ask for! Barking, whining, kisses and a healthy plate of tripping over my sweet little, baby Breck. We couldn't get enough of each other! Well..., that was true until Lady came in.

She glared at Breck, practically glaring daggers so the pup would leave me alone, or drop dead. I'm sure she'd rather the later, but that's still in debate since Breck's only been here about two, no three years. There was no way I was gonna ignore my second mother. Yes, I know. It's weird to consider your cat as your mother, but what can you do? You don't own your cats. They own you. Lady has always been very caring and motherly to me, sometimes more than mom. She's always there when I need her the most.

I set most of my stuff at the base of the couch as I go to sit next to Lady. Sitting down, I lift my right hand to give her a gentle pet, only for her to grab my hand, no claws by the way. Placing my hand between her front paws to give me a good cleaning. Going as far as to lay on top of my arm to keep me from going anywhere. See? Motherly.

Seeing as how I'm impossibly trapped, I'm more than happy to stay and pet her with my left hand, reaching over my lap, as she secured my left. Breck, still wanting attention, joins us on the couch, snuggling into my left side so she can avoid, what she calls, the cat devil.

Bliss. Pure, bliss. Honestly nothing can top a good, long overdue, snuggle. ...Or so I thought, until Rosie came to grace me with her presence. Giving me a quick rub on my legs and a quick meow, before she heads back towards Trevor's room.

And people wonder why we need pets.

After the love fest. I kind of had to put away my stuff, which I did in a rush. Just so I could get back to the two loves of my life. Sure my clothes ended up being piled in their respective drawers, but I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Even if we sleep together, there's no way there's enough time in the world to snuggle, it's just not possible.

While I quickly putting my stuff away I noticed my 10th Doctor Who cut out poster. It, no, He made me smile. That brown suite, that sonic screw driver, and OMG that Hair! That amazing hair! He might be the reason I love cow licks so much! Spiky, dark brown hair, just makes you want to run your fingers through it, cherish it more than anything. So... back to not being creepy, especially since I know it's okay to look, but not touch. It'd be like, 'Touching the shroud of Turin.' Lol

Oh, there was a time I was able to watch Doctor Who on YouTube and OMG I loved every bit of it. Funny thing was, the first episode I had ever watched was Smith and Jones. After that, History was made.

I couldn't stop watching it! I got all the way till the end of the season, but I couldn't continue after dear Martha broke my heart. I tried, really I did. But Martha leaving and then getting a military boyfriend ...just broke my fragile heart. I had to take a rest, it hurt too much. The Master didn't really help either. I mean, all in all it was a happy-ish ending but with those two heavy blows... I nearly died. So I just stuck with my favorites 'Smith and Jones', 'Human Nature' and 'The Family of Blood'. I cherished those happy moments so much.

David Tennant being my first Doctor was simply Amazing! I even found myself clicking on links from left to right and found a clip of him singing using and ice cream cone and a song I knew for a really long time! "You've got to know when to hold 'em" I screamed in sooo much delight mom had to check on me to see if I was okay.

Funny thing, not long after my love of Doctor Who, we had adopted Breck. Oh, I was thrilled to have a dog. Seeing as how she's the first dog I've ever had.

Apparently, my parents had one before I was born. Sadly, I never got to meet him.

Anyway, it was amazing teaching her new tricks. We had finally gotten her to learn how to 'Fetch' things back to us. Me, with my big mouth, couldn't help but tease mom telling her, now that Breck knows how to fetch, how cool it would be if I told her to 'Fetch' the Doctor. And for a few days she goes missing, causing us to panic but later our door bell would ring. Only to open it revealing David Tennant standing in front of our door! I'm sure I'd faint on sight! Of course from pure delight. Oh God! That'd be a dream come true!

And then, next Christmas happened. A very magical Christmas.

Late at night I awoke that Christmas morning, not paying attention to the time. It wasn't important. All I wanted was a glass of water before going back to bed. Getting out of my bed, I walked through the hallway, past the basement door, into the dining room to finally reach the fridge in the kitchen. I didn't turn on the lights because that would practically blind me. Causing me to see pitch black when turning them off. A total waste of precious sleep. After all, I had an adventure to get back to. Filling my glass with water and finishing it in a few gulps before heading all the way back to bed.

But there was something different on my return. I caught a glance of a silhouette in front of the basement just before the hallway. As per usual, I made sure to take a second glance not expecting to see anyone like normal. Normally, I look the first time and see something, then look a second time and nothings there. For me, it happens all the time. This time, taking a second glance, I gasped at what I saw.

The Doctor!

I would have been a squealing mess if I didn't have to worry about the sleeping beasts on the other side of the kitchen. Believe me waking up your parents in the middle of the night, without a nightmare, does NOT lead to a happy ending. I shiver at the thought. I wanted to live to see the Doctor on Christmas. Having no choice but to rain in my happiness.

As it turns out, mom had heard my gasp in the middle of the night. The only thing she was disappointed about was missing my reaction, truth be told I'd have loved to see it too.

It's one of my most cherished memories. That's why I refused to take him to collage. I wouldn't dare give him the chance to get damaged, or worse Stolen. Not that I don't trust my roommates, I just don't trust collage kids period. And my point was proven when some nutshell was knocking on windows of the first floor in a scream mask to get a reaction.

In case you were wondering, yes I screamed. It just took me a while to register them. Like I said before I see things, …sometimes.

I had missed my Doctor, so of course I'm going to sleep with him. Tonight, I'm gonna sleep with him beside my bed. Maybe I'd dream of him again. The first and last time I saw him was in some theater. I was just going to see a play but something happened, and I'm really bummed I can't, for the life of me, remember it. ...almost like I'm not supposed to.

Well, that's dreams. Sometimes you can't remember a good portion of it. I do remember the ending though. Especially since the Doctor skedaddled out of there. I chased after him but he somehow got to the first floor while I was on the second floor, we were separated by stairs. Like any good fan I jumped over the top of the stair's railing on to the first floor, shocking the Doctor. Hands on my knees, panting to catch my breath. Standing up, I gave the Doctor a massive smile, "It was great meeting you Doctor." He gave me a quick nod and smile before he ran out the buildings front door. I didn't know why but I felt he needed to go. Not even knowing why. I turned around to go back to the theater only to see the Doctor running towards me. Finally, I knew why he was in such a rush. Grinning I went towards this Doctor. When I first met him. He knew me, but I didn't know him. Now when he meets me I'll know him. The worst part is… I woke up before being able to go on another adventure and I haven't seen him since. I felt like crying for days.

Looking up to my poster, I smile placing my hand on his shoulder, "How I wish I could meet you again, Doctor." More than anything I wanted to be one of the Doctor's companion. How I wish for that more than anything, especially now. Now that I'm one step closer to being forced into becoming a dreaded adult. "I really, really want to go." I mention as I place him beside my bed. "I don't want to be stuck. Maybe I'll get to see you tonight."

With that I go back to my snuggles and sadly, my typical mundane life. Cause let's face it, I can't snuggle all day ...I have chores to do and a job to find. I'm sure my old job will want me back, but working retail... is like working in hell. And That might just be an understatement.

Finally, it was time for bed. One of my favorite pastimes. Mostly because I never know where I'll end up, sometimes I can choose, other times it's just random, but that's part of the fun. I've even revisited and changed a few of my dreams, just to see what happens.

Settling down with Lady and Breck, I lay back and relax. Smiling as I hold them close. Normally it takes me half an hour to fall asleep, but this time I catch myself succumbing to the darkness much easier than I ever have. Before I'm gone, I catch a glimpse of golden light.

'Must be Trevor.' I thought since he always turns on hallway light, 'The coward. Supposedly he's three years older than me.' I chuckle as I know he'll turn on the hallway, the dining room and the kitchen light just to get food or a glass of water. It's kind of redundant if you ask me, but I'm not Trevor. So who am I to judge.

Good night,

Sleep tight,

Let's dream of adventure tonight.

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Disclaimer: I do not own BBC or any of their Doctor Who characters, just Amanda Massy.

This is going to fallow the TV show episodes in order, seasons 1-3 still in debate if I'll continue after that, probably will, but only time will tell.
I hope my take on this story will be enjoyable for you, just know I have like 6 chapters available right now and will post them shortly, but the episode chapters easily takes
days to make, so slow updates.

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