"I am dreaming. This can't be real. You can't be real. Go away." I told him when he removed his hand from my mouth. I rolled over and closed my eyes and immediately drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later I woke up to the feeling of being watched. Looking at my clock it read 4:15am. I grumbled as I rolled over. Promptly jumping, because the man who came out of my lamp was sitting against the wall looking at me, but I prided myself for refraining from screaming.
I gaped at him. "You weren't joking were you? Who are you? And how did you get here?"
He stood up and floated across the room and sat down on my bed. He looked at me with sad eyes. I was fairly certain that he didn't mean to look sad, but it seemed to be coming from somewhere deep in his soul. Like he has seen a lot. An old man's soul who has seen and done things that an average person could never imagine. They were eyes of a wise man. But he's a genie. He isn't a man. Stop referring to him as one.
"I am The Doctor. I am currently a genie that resides in this lamp, which I like to call Tardis. She's a lot bigger on the inside than she is on the outside. It wasn't her fault. It was my fault for what happened to us. I wasn't always a genie. I am actually from space from a planet called Gallifrey. Once upon a time I was a Time Lord. But my planet burned and was destroyed. I came to Earth looking for a new place to call home, I traveled the globe and at one point ended up in Egypt. Met Cleopatra. She fancied me. We were great friends, but then I was getting tired of the desert and pyramids. I told her that I was planning on leaving Egypt to travel somewhere else. She didn't like that, so she had met with a mystic man who called on the powers of the ancients and their gods who turned my spaceship into a lamp while I was in it, and turned me into a genie. Since then I have been trapped in there. Of course I tried to escape, but there was nothing I could do. Not even my sonic screwdriver worked. The only way I could be released would be for someone to rub the lamp. Let me see... what year is it?"
It took me awhile to realize he asked me a question I was so absorbed by his story. "It is Christmas Eve 2006. Er, December 24th, well it was, now it's December 25th. Christmas Day."
He nodded. "I have been in that lamp for over two thousand years. But now I am free, well mostly. Well I have to go back in there after I grant you your three wishes. Oh right, forgot to mention that bit. I can grant you three wishes. But there are rules. I can't kill anyone, can't make anyone fall in love with anybody else, and I cant bring anyone back from the dead; I can't imagine that is a pretty picture so just don't even try it. Otherwise I can grant you everything and anything."
"Wait, you were in there for two thousand years?" I asked him. Suddenly I felt bad for him. I wish there was something I could do for him.
He looked at me surprised. "Of everything I just said, that is the one thing that stood out to you? But yes, I have been trapped in the Tardis lamp for two millenniums. So, what will your first wish be?" He seemed reluctant to say that.
I crawled out from under my sheets and sat next to him. I looked into his warm brown eyes. "I am sorry that happened to you. Never liked learning about Cleopatra in school either. There isn't anything that comes to mind to wish for. And I don't want to send you back into your prison either." I wrapped my arms around him to give him a comforting hug. He froze for a second before putting his warm arms around me. I jumped back as a current of electricity zapped my heart when I put my head on his chest. He seemed fine. What the hell just happened?
"You can't think of anything, anything at all you want? What about a nice job, or a nice flat, or fame? Wait, back up, did you say you don't want to send me back to my prison? Is that what is holding you back from making a wish? Don't let that hold you back. What was your name?" He asked.
"I'm Rose. Rose Tyler. Why are you so desperate for me to make a wish?" I asked.
He looked away. "I deserve to be in a prison. I'm surprised it took that long to find one that I couldn't get out of. All I do is cause trouble. If I am in the lamp I can't hurt anyone."
I didn't say anything right away. I tapped his shoulder to get his attention again. "You don't seem like someone that deserves to be in a prison. I know that we just met, but I think you are a great person. And if you give yourself a chance, I think you may even be a good man. It has been awhile since you have been around others, who knows maybe you are a better person than you were."
"Remember when I said that my home planet burned? Well we were in a war with another alien species. And we were losing. The Time Lords were helpless because they didn't know much about warfare, but I did. Because I always traveled through time and space. Then I managed to find a way to destroy the enemy. But in doing so I destroyed Gallifrey and all of my people. I am the last one left of my kind, and it is all my fault. I am not even a Time Lord presently, so there are none of them left. Even after the war when I turned away from violence, death always stayed close behind me. Everywhere I went people would die. And it was my fault. I deserve to be in a prison where no one can get hurt." He sighed and put his head in his hands.
I wrapped my arms around him. "That doesn't make you a bad person." I pulled away and thought for a bit. "I know what I want to wish for."
He got off the bed and stood across from me. "What is your wish?"
"I wish, for you to be free from the burdens of your past and to be free from the lamp. I wish for you to be a Time Lord and that your Tardis to be a spaceship again." I stood up as I spoke. My eyes bored into his to let him know I was serious.
His eyes were wide and his eyebrows were high. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he looked into my eyes and thought better of it. "Your wish is my command." He pulled a long skinny tube out of his pocket, pushed a button and a blue light and a strange buzzing sound came from it.
The lamp spewed out steam. My room was filled with steam. It was like a room full of fog. I looked at my hand and I couldn't even see it. Then a sudden wind started to whirl the fog around, but I still couldn't see much of anything else. "Doctor?" I spoke up. I couldn't hear my own voice the howl of the wind was so loud. Suddenly there was a bright flash. It caused me to fall backwards, luckily I landed on my bed.
Then the wind stopped and the fog started to fade. When it was all gone, all I could see was a wooden blue rectangular box that said "Police Public Call Box" around the top. It's door opened to reveal The Doctor.
He smiled at me and said. "Thank you very much Miss Tyler. Have a good life." He retreated back inside the box, and the light on top started glowing a bit and the box started to pulse. A strange sound, which I took to be an engine, came from it and then it was gone. The Doctor was gone.
a/n Hello! Oh dear it seems the Doctor just left her there. Or did he? Who knows. I don't know, so don't ask me, I just put a bunch of nonsensical words on a page! Either way, I hope you are enjoying it so far. Please reviewwwwwwwwwwww thaaaaaanks :)
