Chapter 3

A.N.: I've decided that I'm going to try to make this as feels-y as I possibly can. Instead of single trips, I'm going to write each time The Doctor picks you up and takes you away. Get ready to cry.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh deeply, already fed up with all of the bills and the late hour. A sudden breeze of wind rushes by your face, blowing several of the documents to the floor. You hear that age-old sound; the sound of the universe.

With a curious and then excited gleam in your eye, you look over to you left, where you see a blue light appearing ten feet off the ground. The blue box finally touches down with a thud. The door creaks open and the man steps out.

"Doctor," you greet, smiling with pleasure, almost to tears with it.

"Hello again," he returns. "Been a while?"

"Two years since your last visit."

"Ah! Better make up for lost time then. Come with me."

"Where?" you ask mischievously. He smiles so broadly that it almost looks like one of his famous laughs.

"Take your pick."

Without answering right away, you dash into his time machine, laughing and telling him all about what's happened in the two years since you last saw him. Your sons come running down the stairs as the TARDIS disappears, and it hurts to leave them, but you'll be back before morning.

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