Chapter 2
My first day in the TARDIS was insane. After the Doctor had swaggered out Amy poked her head through the door as if she'd been waiting outside. The concerned look on her face almost guaranteed the fact that she's been listening to our conversation. She promptly wiped the shocked expression off her face and finished her journey through the door. Amy obviously didn't want to have a talk about my fluctuating emotional state, so she started up with the painfully stereotypically girly way with which to start a conversation.
"So, you got a fella?" She leaned up against the ladder leading to by mattress.
"Sorry, what?" I asked confused.
"Is there a boy in your 'personnel' life" Finger quotes around "personnel"
"Ha!" I snapped my head back and laughed sarcastically. "If only!"
"So, you're looking for a 'bf'?" more air quotes.
"I guess." I went through the list of boys in my head who are, in my mind, suitable for dating. "What about you and Doctor What's-his-face?"
"Oh, there's nothing really going on between us, I'm sort of engaged."
"ENGAGED?" I almost yelled.
"SHHHHH!" She waved her hands and looked around frantically. "The Doctor doesn't necessarily know this bit of 'trivial' information." Sheesh, this girl was a fan of air quotes.
"Hold up a second!" I said as I slowly processed the words. "He's flying you around in this giant, blue box, taking you through time and space, and he's unaware of the fact that you're romantically unavailable? That tid-bit of info just happened to slip your mind when he offered you the entire universe." I said, sort off pissed off. I mean, this "Doctor" guy seemed decent enough, and if she was flirting with him to get a trip around Mars or to a ticket to Marilyn Monroe's 16th birthday party, it was totally wrong of her to do so.
"It's not like that," she said impatiently, "He's not interested in me, per say."
"And what about your fiancé? How does he feel about this?" I interrupted.
Amy clicked her tongue and then seemed to remember something. "Hang on there, you said that he could fly through time and space?"
"Yes!" I said somewhat rudely.
"Who told you that it can fly through time and space? I didn't, and he didn't tell you this morning when he was sonic-"
"When he was what now?"
"When he was sonic-ing you for more information! You guys only talked about…" she dropped off the last part of the sentence.
"I just assumed-"
"Get dressed." She said, hastily pointing at a small closet while simultaneously running out of the room in the direction of the panel I'd stumbled upon late last night.
I slowly climbed down the bunk-bed ladder and stumbled tiredly toward the little closet Amy'd pointed at moments ago. I realized a second too late that I shouldn't be so shocked when I open a door now and the inside is bigger than the outside leads you on to think.
The inside of this closet was insane, easily the size of my house with winter clothes, swimming suits and just about every article of clothing that you can imagine. I thought I caught a glimpse of pilgrim clothing as I hurried up the stairs to see a different layer of clothes. As I searched the hangers of sundresses and drawers of jeans, I couldn't help thinking that this place would be the ultimate hide and seek destination. I chose an orange dress that went down to my slightly lumpy knees. Okay, I'll say it, I'm a curvy girl, but it's not out of control, just slightly overly-curvy. I grabbed a pair of chartreuse flats and while rushing out of the door, snatched up a chunky bracelet to cover my cuts.
"But how?" I heard Amy whisper.
"I don't know Amelia." The Doctor said sounding distracted. "This is why we need more time with her."
I walked in trying to make as much noise as possible so that they would hear me entering. They did. Amy whipped her head around and stared at me, the Doctor glanced at me, cleared his throat awkwardly, and started pressing buttons and pulling levers on the panel. Before I knew what I was doing, I was over there with him helping with pumps and wheels. Shocked, I quickly snatched my hands back from the panel and attempted to leap backwards, but I just fell clumsily and tried to push myself away as far as possible from the buttons and peddles. Amy started to run over to me, but the Doctor pushed her back and ran towards me himself. He kneeled about a foot and a half away from me as if he wanted to help but didn't want to get too close. He leaned close into my face and then wagged his finger in front of my face as if to check my reflexes. He then grabbed my wrist with the bracelet, promptly dropped it and snatched the other hand. He pinched my wrist and I guessed that he checked my blood pressure. He released my arm and jumped quickly to his feet, he sauntered over to his white chair, and plopped down, looking frustrated.
I tried to pop up like he did, but he said, sounding almost angry,
"You're in shock, or close enough anyway, don't move around too much." His lower jaw covered his front teeth, he definitely seemed mad at me.
I tried to pull myself together, "I'm fine." and stood up. My knees went wiggly and I fell down feeling really dizzy. I blinked my eyes open; I was on the floor looking up at Amy and the Doctor.
"Oh my God" I said.
"I told you not to move, I said you were in shock…" he rambled on, sounding upset but not as angry as before.
Amy handed me a cup filled with something oddly yellow. "Lemonade" she said when she saw the look of disgust on my face, "It's supposedly been 19 hours since you had some sugar in your body, or so says the sonic." She winked.
"Please explain to me this 'sonic toothbrush' of yours." I said sarcastically raising my eyebrows at the Doctor.
"It's a screwdriver." He said sounding slightly offended, "It opens doors, reads data and can do about anything with machinery."
"So it can like, build a house with it?"
Amy laughed.
"No." The Doctor said, "It doesn't do wood."
"It, doesn't, do …" I trailed off.
"No wood."
"Well, that's an innuendo if I've ever heard one." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" he sounded confused.
"You don't do 'wood'?"
"No. the sonic doesn't do wood."
"Same difference."
"Drink your juice."