Sorry, school and crap. didn't have much time to update. This is short but another is soon to follow.
Please send me requests and prompts, i'd love it
The Doctor was like a beautiful box you cannot open. He was a lovely treasure, with the air of great adventure, and content. But that's why he kept himself locked, because a beautiful box doesn't mean beautiful contents.
The Doctor sat on the edge of the doorway, swinging his legs as he gazed around space. Oswin nudged him with her foot gently so he would move over.
"What's the definition of 'Okay'?" Oswin asked him. The Doctor frowned with a small laugh. "Why?"
"Because I'm beginning to think you have a different definition than I do." Oswin said, staring at a distant galaxy. The Doctor didn't respond.
"That alien, whatever you call it, It saw what you were thinking, didn't it?" Oswins asked.
"I suppose."
"Does that mean bad things, or. . ."
"No, I suppose not."
"Has that happened to you before?" Oswin pushed after a moments hesitation.
"I. . .in a sense. . ."
"Sorry, I can be nosy. . ."
"No, It's fine. It just, wasn't a good day. I played it off, faked amnesia, as not to frighten anyone." He admitted, in a calmer tone.
"What happened?" Oswin asked intrigued.
". . .A demon, I think."
"A demon? I don't believe in demons."
"Neither did I, and that's saying something." the Doctor said with a small laugh.
"How did that happen? How did you get it out?"
"Friends."
"Could we meet them? i love your friends!"
". . . I do too." The Doctor considered this. "You know, I suppose." He said scooting backwards and springing up, putting his smile back on his face.
"Lets go to America."