[I do not own Doctor Who]
I led him towards the gate, "You okay to climb?" but he just pulled something from him jacket and pointed it at the gate. It made a weird noise and then the gate clicked. He walked forwards swinging the gate open with ease. "Ho…Wh…What is that?" The Doctor returned the contraption to his jacket. "My Sonic Screwdriver." He stated with immense pride. "Cool huh."
"Uh huh, well, this way." I turned right out the gates and went straight up the ally.
Back at home he seemed to make himself instantly comfortable. As I placed two cups of tea on the living room table I notice he wasn't there. Suddenly "Miss Theresa May Fray, now that's a good name. That is a great name." I turn to see him standing in the dining room by my book case. My notebook in his hands, open on the first page, where my full name is written in my granddad's neatest handwriting. "And you go with Tessa." He says as if judging my name choice "And you go with The Doctor" Hebreaks into a smile "I like you. I like your name. I like that you break bare foot in pyjamas into a school playground to check on a total stranger. I like your tea and I like this book." I watch him as he fell into an armchair and sipped his tea. "Oh look a fish tank. I like a good fish tank."
"Who said you're a stranger. I mean you're defiantly strange but not necessarily a stranger." I sipped my tea. He paused flicking through the pages of my notebook and looked at me with a curious interest. "Are you insinuating we've met before? I don't usually forget a face" I couldn't help but smile. "No we've not met. It's a little strange to explain."
"Like you said, I am strange. Believe me I'm good with strange. Try me."
"No." I sipped my tea, he was defiantly fun to confuse. He really does hate not knowing.
"What?"
"No. You of all people should understand respect for secrets."
"Do you know me? But how do you know me if we've never met? I certainly don't remember you. I'd defiantly remember that name? Hang on, where did you get that?" he was circling me then came to a stop and pointed to the pocket watch around my neck. "Now who asks a lot of questions? Okay just sit and I'll try to explain." He sat flicking through the book again.
"Well go on then."
"Alright, like I said we haven't met and I don't know you; nor you me. It's kind of a… a habit if you like. See that book," I pointed to the note book in his hand. It was a hard back notebook bound in an olive green fabric the exact same colour as my eyes. "It was a gift from my Granddad when I was young. It's full of my favourite poems, quotes and helpful advice. Things I don't want to forget." He was staring at me "That's why I like it. But how does your little notebook make me not a stranger."
"Look at the first page." He flipped to the beginning of the book, opposite my name was my first entry, scribble in the handwriting of 12 year old me.
Always trust a Doctor. Respect his secrets. Avoid spoilers.
-The secret lady.
He's expression was that of someone losing at a really fun game of Cludo. "I just live by the words I copy into my book. Honestly I never really got it but Granddad said it was good advice individually."
He stood up, handed me the book and started pacing the room. "So who's The Secret Lady?"
"Honestly I don't know. That advice comes from a longer letter that wasn't signed."
"What letter? How was it delivered? Show me." His voice was quick, desperate to solve the puzzle
"I can't."
"Why not?" I smiled. I smiled because I was funny. The way things can change so drastically in a moment has always fascinated me. In this moment my life is already in a very different place to where it was a few hours ago. No one read my book. No one knew what I wrote in my book. No one ever asked. This Doctor already knew more about my then my closest friend. All because of that one short sentence written to me in a nameless letter I got when I was 8. Because I trusted The Doctor.
"Because I believe that would be what The Lady called a spoiler."
He stood still and straightened his back "You are difficult." He sounded frustrated but he said it with a smile and sat down. "So, what about that? It's not a watch is it?" I looked down at the silver pocket watch that hung on a long chain around my neck. It was even more personal and important to me then my book. "No. It's not." I referred to it as my pocket watch because that's what it appeared to be on the outside; but actually it was a compass. A not-exactly-normal compass. (I swear except the magic compass and The Secret Letter Lady from when I was little, I am you're totally normal tumblr teen girl.)
For a while the Doctor and I sat staring, studying, smiling at each other, both with our secrets. Both with our curiosity for the other and both with the rush of excitement and knowledge something extremely fun was beginning.