I CANNOT BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW SORRY I AM FOR NOT WRITING. I've been going through lots of life things (ick. life. gross.) so the past couple of months have been kind of hectic. I'm going to start to try and post at least once per week, but I'm hoping 2-3 times per week, now that I have more time on my hands! Thanks for the patience, and a VERY special thank you for those who are sticking with my story!

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"What did you need to show me, exactly?" I asked, puzzled. Nathan's arm around my waist stiffens, I can tell he doesn't trust The Doctor, or Amy and Rory. Why I did so much, I had no idea. But I still couldn't wrap my head around this time traveling thing. The more I think about it, the more frustrated I get. "What is so special about this fob watch? It's nothing, I can hardly remember even owning it. Who exactly are you? Why should I trust you at all, you won't even tell me your name. You've hardly answered my questions."

The Doctor stares at me, with eyes that are pleading. "Lia, I know this is hard for you to understand. But you have to trust me, okay?" He reaches out and puts his hand my shoulder. "There are things that you should know. I won't force you into anything, but you should know all the same. But what I show you will answer your questions. "

I hesitantly take a step towards The Doctor, but Nathan blocks me. "No. I want you to leave, Doctor whatever. Lia isn't going anywhere." He looks defiant, and he is practically glaring at The Doctor. His arm around my waist has moved, and he pushed me behind him.

I grab his arm. "Nathan. Enough. Remember what happened last time you made a decision for someone? I don't need you making decisions for me." I slip past him and stand by The Doctor, ready to follow him.

Nathan had a thing about making decisions for people. Once, while we were at his older sister's birthday party, he had went in her room and rearranged every piece of furniture so that she'd had more space. Another time, at his family Christmas party, he decided that his 10 year-old cousin was old enough to find out Santa Claus wasn't real. She cried for two hours. I'd be damned if he started making my decisions. So far he'd been wise enough not too in our seven month relationship. I'd like to keep it that way.

The Doctor looked back and forth between us. Nathan's eyes were like daggers, I could feel them on my back as I faced The Doctor. Instead, I focus on The Doctor's eyes, they're a calming mixture of green, blue, and brown. They stare back into mine. It becomes easier to ignore Nathan's glares on my back. I trust this man. Or whatever he is.

Rory breaks the tension in the room, somewhat. "You'll probably want shoes?" He says questioningly. The Doctor blinks, dazed. "Yes, yes. The TARDIS-" I cut him off "Time and Relative Dimension in Space" I say. He nods. "Is parked a couple blocks down from here."

I tilt my head. "Is that where we're going?" I ask. He grins and leans towards me, shortening the gap between us. "Well that would be ruining the surprise now, wouldn't it?" His voice his somewhat hushed, with an edge of excitement, giving it a giddy tone. I turn and almost run to my room to grab my shoes, ignoring Nathan's shocked expression.

I dig through my closet, which is now even messier than it usually is thanks to The Doctor, and fish out my black, worn down converse. I'd replace them, but they have so many memories in them. I start to tie the laces as I hear someone walk in and close the door. I look up and see Nathan's furious face looking down at me. He almost frightened me, he was beat red and his fists were balled up. "You walk out that door and I'll never forgive you. This is stupid, dangerous. You've known these people for how long? 30 minutes, give or take a few?" He takes a deep breath, almost reminding me of a dragon. I raise my eyebrows at him and let him cool down as I finish tying up my shoes, and stand back up.

"I'm 25, Nathan, not 12. I can make my own decisions. I'll have my cell phone with me. I shouldn't be long." I close my eyes and sigh. "It's not like I'm running away with them. I love you. Please, try to understand. I'm going with my gut feeling here. I can't explain why, but I need to do this." I've never seen Nathan so upset, we'd never gotten into fights that were bigger than an argument on what to have for dinner. "If you're so worried, come with me."

I see him shake his head. "No, Lia. I don't support this. You won't be going." He stares at me, "I have a bad feeling about this. I don't want to lose you."

He's not going to back down. Something deflates inside of me, I feel like I'm betraying him. "I'm sorry." I whisper, kiss him on the cheek, and slip out of the bedroom, softly closing the door behind me.

I'm greeted to Amy, Rory, and The Doctor all staring at me silently when I reenter the room. Nathan has not left the bedroom. "Let's go." I say, before I can change my mind. My head was still reeling from the fight with Nathan, but I needed my questions answered, and I needed to know the reason behind my dreams.

"Let's be on our way then, I suppose." He glances down the hallway and back at me before turning around and opening the door.

Unsurprisingly, I'm greeted by a blast of cold air and rain, the usually weather for Seattle, Washington. I shouldn't have bothered with drying my hair, it'll be soaked by the time we get to wherever we are going. "I never asked, but you guys obviously are not from the U.S.A. What brought you here?" I want to get my mind off of Nathan.

Amy turns to me. "Dalek activity. Turns out we were right, but there was only the one." I look at her confused, as we walk north towards the city center. Cars and many taxis are to our left, shops and buildings to our right. Rory tries to explain. "They're type of alien, bad one. It wanted to create more of its kind and attempt to kill off the human race, so it could take over Earth." I look at them, concerned that I was actually trusting a bunch of crazy people, but shook it off. After all, I was the one going to see a TARDIS.

I focus on the cracks in the cement as we continue walking. This is insane. Is it possible, that everything they have been saying is the truth? Why am I so fast to accept that it is?

The Doctor's voice knocks me out of my thoughts. "Here we are!" He turns around and looks at me, slightly smiling, but his eyes are somewhat sad. "This, Lia, is the TARDIS."