Here we go. A little longer. I normally write much longer chapters, but for this story I don't think it would work any other way. Disclaimer: I do not own/write/act in the marvelous television series known as Doctor Who.

Blue Box #3

Shattered

I woke to the familiar sound of the TARDIS. I smiled, and jumped to my feet. I hurriedly pulled on some jeans and an only slightly dirty T-shirt. Running around with the Doctor leaves little time for doing laundry. I scampered downstairs where I found him sitting on my kitchen table. He fliped his hair and asked, "What took you so long?" Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lovely blue box.

I woke to the familiar sound of the TARDIS. Again? So soon? He usually gives me a couple days before taking me on a new adventure. Well, I'm not complaining. I walked to the dresser, eager to put on the clean clothes that I washed last night. On the floor next to my bead is the same dirty shirt that I wore yesterday. Strange. I must have forgotten to wash it, although I'm sure that I did. I meandered downstairs and found the Doctor sitting on the kitchen table for the second time this week. "What took you so long?"

I laugh. "Really Doctor, again?"

He gives me a funny look. "What do you mean?"

"You said that to me yesterday morning." I tilted my head sideways. How can he not remember this?

"No, I wasn't here yesterday morning."

I stared at him. "Yes. Yes you were. You took me to- to-" But I can't remember. I have no idea where we went yesterday.

The Doctor got up from his perch on the table and gently took my hand. "Let's see if we can figure this out in the TARDIS." He pulled me into his blue box.

I woke to the familiar sound of the TARDIS. No. Not again. This time I don't even bother to get dressed. I rushed past the dirty clothes on the floor and storm into the kitchen. The Doctor looks up and starts to say, "What took you so long?" when I interrupt him.

"I will not do this again. This is the third time. This is ridiculous." He stared at me, a confused look on his face. "I will not get into that box again," I continued, "Until you explain this to me."

I woke to the familiar sound of the TARDIS. Damn. "Doctor!" I shouted, "DOCTOR!" I refuse to go down there. His brown hair poked into the doorway.

"What?" he asked.

I sat up. "I will not stand for this. I will not do this over and over again. I will not. I don't know if this is your doing, and it better not be. I refuse to be forced into this." I've gotten out of bed and am now yelling in his face. "I REFUSE." At those words the world shatters. All around me glass begins to crack and fall away. I covered my head as my bedroom is reduced to a pile of shards. When everything was still, I looked up. I'm in the TARDIS. The Doctor turned to look at me, a goofy smile on his face. Noticing the confused expression on mine, he worriedly asked, "Are you ok? You look a little out of it."

I breathed deeply. "Out of it? OUT OF IT? I have my rights to be a little out of it. I'm standing in a pile of glass. GLASS. Do you know why I'm standing in a pile of glass that just thirty seconds ago was my bedroom? Do you? Because I have no bleeding idea!" I glare at him, extremely frustrated.

"But- but-" he stammered. "You aren't standing in a pile of glass?" I looked down, and see that he's right. I'm not standing in a pile of glass. I looked back up at him. Did I just imagine all of that? Just now? I don't see any other way it could be true. But it was so realistic… Maybe I'm just spending too much time with the Doctor.

"Nevermind," I whispered, "Just kidding."

As the Doctor slowly started the TARDIS, I saw a glint of light off to the side, but when I look, there's nothing there.

Don't worry, all will be explained at a future date. :) Now, feel free to voice your opinions. Please.