The Doctor found himself in a bedroom. There was a big double bed and a bedside table with a lamp and a book on it. The Doctor had a feeling that he'd find something else in here. He opened a drawer in the bedside table.
"Bingo!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a card. On the front there was a picture of Rose, and under her a picture of his ninth self. There were speech bubbles next to each picture.
Doctor, said Rose's speech bubble. How would you describe Mark Davis in one word?
In one word? said the Doctor's speech bubble. That's easy. The Doctor opened up the card, and laughed. There was another picture of him, and next to him was another speech bubble which read FANTASTIC! Happy Father's Day!
"Clever," admitted the Doctor. He then walked through to the next room. There was a computer in it, and it was switched on. The Doctor opened up My Documents, then the folder entitled Lauren. In it there were about half a dozen folders, and one was entitled Doctor Who. Before opening it, the Doctor checked its properties.
"Good lord!" he exclaimed. The folder contained almost 50 folders and 3,000 documents! The Doctor opened up the folder. It was full of word documents. He opened one and read it.
It's a story, he realised. Fictional stories about my life. As the Doctor closed the current document, he noticed a folder entitled Related Songs. After opening a couple of documents, he realised that these were, well, related songs. There was To the Moon and Back, which Lauren had been singing before, A Whole New World, Kiss from a Rose …but then there were others – Here Without You, Slipped Away, Far Away …
Fair enough, he thought. Then he noticed another folder: Smut. Cautiously he opened it. It contained quite a few documents. He picked one at random and began to read. His eyes widened as he read what had been written about him. He found his breath becoming shorter and quicker. Was Lauren even old enough to read this stuff?
"Having fun?" said a voice. The Doctor turned around to see Lauren looking at him.
"Oh, I was just we, looking at, er," stammered the Doctor, frantically closing the folder. Finally he caught his breath. "So what's all this then?"
"You see, there are these websites that allow people to post stories on them," said Lauren. "So many stories that it's hard to keep track of them. So I spent a couple of months making it my sole duty to copy these stories into Microsoft Word, so that I may access them at a more convenient time."
"Months?" repeated the Doctor.
"Yep," answered Lauren. "And there are more added every day."
"Blimey," said the Doctor. So, have you written any stories yourself?"
"About 16," replied Lauren. "Not very long, but if I've got ideas I like to get them down." The Doctor nodded.
"Say, did you see the comics in my diary?" Lauren asked.
"Er, yes," confessed the Doctor.
"Well, I did an animation for the first one," said Lauren, moving the cursor on the computer. "Check it out." The Doctor watched as Lauren's drawings came to life. He thought the kissing scenes looked very real. The animation was over in 30 seconds, but it was obvious that a lot of work had been put into it.
"Impressive," said the Doctor. "Anything else here you want to show me?"
"Actually," began Lauren, "I created a video clip of you and Rose together. It can be played to either Out of the Blue or She Will Be Loved. It's actually totally different to what I expected, but it worked out for the best." So Lauren opened Windows Media Player. She then got out a Delta Goodrem CD and put it in the CD player next to the computer.
" I couldn't get the song into the actual clip," she explained. She then hit PLAY. The clip was a little unprofessional, but it seemed to fit the song well.
"There are actually thousands of these clips on YouTube," stated Lauren. "I love the one to Goodbye My Lover. It's so sad." The Doctor didn't quite get what Lauren was talking about, but the main idea was that people had been either downloading clips from the internet or filming them off the actual show (as Lauren had done), put them together and added music, purely for their own enjoyment. It was amazing that he was having his sort of effect on people.
"Right then," said Lauren. "Oh, I just want to check my emails." Lauren sat down and opened up Hotmail. She then typed in her address – a message from the online Doctor Who forum," she said. "Yay, someone's replied to my 'How much do you like Doctor Who?' thread." Lauren turned to the Doctor.
"I post all my Doctor Who related stuff on it," she said. "Everything you've seen today, plus any Doctor Who dreams I have. I've had about a dozen so far." She then smiled and closed the window.
"Okay, would you care to follow me downstairs now?" she asked.
"Oh, sure," replied the Doctor, who then followed Lauren out of the room and down the stairs.
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I actually used the exact same card for a friend of mine's birthday.
I failed to mention another card in the drawer - the birthday card my brother gave me. It was in the shape of the TARDIS, and had the Doctor saying happy birthday to me.
Yes, I have a smut folder. Please don't think I'm dirty. I don't even have a boyfriend, I should be allowed to have some release of my hormones. Did that make sense?