C.H.A.P.T.E.R.T.W.O.

My head spun around in circles and tripped up itself in my skull. I felt all tingly and had pins and needles pricking all of my body. I could very well have been dead. Was I dead? There was no way of knowing really, but when you just experienced what I did, you think everything is the next step to the afterlife.

I began to feel my head lose a bit of weight off its heavy judgement and then realised that I was lying down upon a couch. Either a couch or a cushioned bench, I couldn't tell which. It didn't really matter did it? All I know is that I was upon a solid object, and I could feel it. Did that mean I was still alive? No. Maybe? I don't know.

I cautiously, bit by bit began to rise up the blinds that shielded my eyes from any sort of lighting. Having to shake my eyelids around a few times to wipe out any sort of fuzziness or blacked out sights. It didn't take long for me to clear my head out of any effluviums, and began to inspect my surroundings.

Even without beginning to move my eyes around, I found that the ceiling seemed to go higher than a twenty story building, with long black leads drooping down and connecting to something much, much more. I curved my head to my left, seeing a colossal panel, full of thing-a-ma-bobs that looked like normal household objects to me. To someone else, perhaps a hobo, they were probably considered more.

Handles, dials, switches, buttons, flaps, ding-dong-doolies and more. All just sitting there whilst the device droned eerily like it was constantly working, or constantly doing something. It almost made me feel like I was in the presence of another living creature, but, well, inside it. It was almost as if it was prepared for something to happen, as if it was warming up for something remarkable and word-banishing.

I began to tilt my body upright, but had my head held back by a metal device that was wound around my head. It had wires coiling around it and into it, and it was firmly grasped to my cranium. I felt around the device. Dials, buttons and switches of sorts were under my fingertips. I warily lowered my hand.

I remember learning about technology back in college, when that sub started teaching us the wrong thing and got sacked a few days later for being accused for drug abuse. He always sounded a bit hammered, and that was why, but that's not the point. I got the basic gist of what he was saying about tech like this... His exact words were, "for every, um, electricality device, the... da the power button is at its main circuits. No matter how (hic) Big or small the electrical are..." and then that went on to about how he made a motorcycle for some lady. "It would've been alright, if only she wasn't past her pensioning age and screamed every time the engine revved..."

On a headset, and on this circular headset, the main circuits I presume would be at the rear of the device. I lifted my right hand, and slid my fingertips along the steel rimming feeling my way around it until I got to the back of the device. Then feeling a round dial just by my occiput. I twisted it one way, and felt the device vroom, making my head throb and have something seeming to be churned into my brain and making it pulse powerfully. I swiftly turned it back, and it loosened off little by little, eventually turning off all together.

I sighed with relief, removing the metallic headband, and placing it to one side. I turned towards it, and began inspecting it. It had red, blue, green, and black wires flooding out of it, and leading off somewhere else. Those are the basic colours for wires. It's not often that you would find a rainbow coloured wire or something... Sounds like something that would be used for gay pride day... I followed the wires, down along the bench, and underneath the grate that was the flooring.

Getting down on my hands and knees, I slid my fingernails into the creases and searched for the place where the panels were seperate. After a few minutes, I managed to unhinge the flooring, and hauled a board up, letting out noises of strain from the pressure I was putting on my arms. "Ugh... what the hell is down here?" I questioned myself with a scowl, coughing away as some smoke arrose out of the abstract things below the floor.

After rummaging through the sources lower down in this strange place, I inhaled a deep breath of what tasted and smelt like melted chocolate and burnt cheese. "Oh my dear lord! What the hell is that stench!"

I tugged on the wire that I was following, pulling out a long white plastic tube that had something within it that fell about like sludge. I scrunched up my eyes, trying to get a clearer point of view from it and read what it said. I simply pushed my misty and slightly cracked glasses up the bridge of my nose, making my vision slightly clearer in the mist of this strange place.

I twisted the tube around, finding a teeny tiny label at the top of the tube. I pulled it right up to my eye level, and read it carefully... "Homosapien Brain fluid!" I read with shock. My head was connected to brain juice? Human brain juice! Oh my god. My mind was connected to the juice of another human. I was being re-energised by another person's brain fluids! "That's so cool..." I comment to myself, smiling and nodding about it to myself.

"Wait... brain juice... that helped me...Was Mr. Sekree-Tada... draining my brain of it's fluids...? That doesn't exactly sound... normal." I know that was a quick accusation, but that's just how my brain works. But is that... is that me going crazy? I was starting to think he was an alien or something, but... that just sounded rediculous! I ran my fingers along the tube, snapping off the top like a pack of Pringles and looked inside. I could bear with that fetid reek for at least a little while...

It was dark in that little tube, and so, I stuck my fingers inside it, and reeled it out. It felt funny. I kind of liked it. You know the feeling when you're making homemade food, like burgers or something, and you're putting a meaty mixture together? It felt sort of like that, only it looked like silly putty, and was transparent with lumps mixed within it.

"He he, Brain drain. That would be a good song... Don't go off topic Bookie..." I grinned at the goo as it slopped down from my fingers and back into the container. It was disgusting, pongy and made my stomach wrench. But, somehow... it was beautiful. I don't know what it was about it, but it made me feel flabbergasted to be present to such a beautiful thing. I almost thought that the chunks were sources of information, like little lumps of knowledge. And I was left completely breathless by it.

"Spellbinding..." My eyes widened. New voice, NEW VOICE! I flinched round quickly and faced the other person in the room. Someone else was here. Please say it wasn't Mr. Sekree-Tada. No... His voice didn't sound like that. But I recognised that voice. That heart-warming voice. His heart-warming voice. "I get like that over brain goo too..."

I stepped closer to him, smiling almost, whilst he grabbed a chip out of a greasy fish and chips cone and popped it within his lips. He had chips...? "Hello." I whispered, almost. It was so quiet, as he made me more breathless than the goo.

"Hi!" He replied cheerily, having the totallly opposite approach to what I had. "I'm the Doctor."

"I know..." I responded, with a grin. "I heard you say it to my lecturer. When I passed out from him that is."

The Doctor comprehended with a grin and a knowing nod, as if he'd just remembered it or something... "Yeah, I'd be a bit more wary about him now. He told me it wasn't over or something like that- chip?" He said, offering me the round, white cone with the chips poking out of the top. I shook my head, which was a bad idea really. "Oh come on! You need food to refuel your energy. You know, if you don't want to faint, even food like chips can keep your body going. It may not be healthy, but COME ON! I would take at least one or two, just so that you'll wake up. I would, considering you almost died, I mean we don't want to repeat what jus-"

"Alright, alright! I'll eat it already..." I snatched a chip maliciously off him, and shoved it ithrough my lips, eating it hurriedly. "Happy now?"

He nodded slowly, having that same annoying smile rested upon his lips. "Wow, someone's moody. Period?" I choked on the grease of the chip, and then glared, turning my head to him slowly and then grimacing at him spitefully.

"Um... not to be rude, uh, so called 'Doctor', but you just met me, that's a bit personal..." I scratched behind my neck and looked to the floor. Yeah, I don't give out that information that easily.

"Says who?"

"Says me, says who." I replied with my arms crossed. "Look, I know you saved my life, thanks by the way."

"Oh, don't mention it." I smiled timidly at him, and then continued.

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you everything." I pushed my big bulky bronze coloured glasses up my nose, and then shrugged at him.

"Okay... so what's your name?"

I gazed at him, astonished. He moved on bloody quickly. "Bookie. Bookie's my name."

He snickered to himself, and then I scowled at him, again. "Bookie? That's your real name?" he choked on the chip that was within his lips.

"No... What do you think I am? A freak?" he shook his head abruptly, and then attempted to pull a straight face.

"So what is your real name?"He asked me sincerely, swirling his eyes down to the floor and biting into another chip. I turned my eyes up to him, and ogled into his chocolaty eyes for a while.

"What's your real name, Doctor?" His smile turned into a frown. As he stepped forward and left the cone of chips on the giant, whirring control panel. He took a few steps closer, and then took the jar of brain goo out of my hands, placing it back underneath the grate, and shielding it from the outer world. He then stood over me, a smile no longer rested upon his lips and being replaced with a essence of seriousness. He came closer and raised his hands to my head, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers to the side of my forehead.

My brain then sunk, and I had to shield my eyes for covering the pain. My mind cleared, and I felt a sudden emptiness. I was falling... falling forever and not having a parachute. I didn't need one anyway, because I was falling towards nothing. It wasn't as if I was trapped in this sensation. I could've pulled away from the Doctor. I could've stopped him. But for some reason, I allowed him to do it. I somehow felt like I could trust in him, and know that he wouldn't hurt me.

"Hmm... you're an orphan." He said, an intrigued sound of interest to his tone. "Incredibly smart..."

"Thanks..." I replied, but then opening my eyes, and feeling a confused gut feeling. "Wait, how did you know that?"

"Calm down... Close your eyes... You must by now realise I'm an alien..."

I couldn't help but blink hesitantly, and then think out loud, "I do now..." but no less, he continued.

"I'm one of these aliens who can scan a brain- Ooh. Hang on... A writer, I see..." I shrugged, and went back to closing my eyes. "Ah, that's why you're called Bookie... Hmm... You don't seem to know who your mother or father was which is a shame... You were always misunderstood in your childhood... always alone... only few friends understood you..."

I cringed in the next few moments, I felt a sudden coldness, and a sad appeal as I began to experience the next few moments. "Shh, it's okay... Just hang on Bookie..." There were fires... A great war... so many friends that died alongside so many men. And then the sparkles of new faces. An old face changing into a brand spanking new one. A serious man in a leather jacket, changing into the body of the man that stood before me... even with so many people passing through my eyes, there seemed to always be the same base and feel that the Doctor was the loneliest man on Earth... and the last creature from Galifray... What's Galifray?

I pulled away vigorously, shaking my hair about and trembling as tears fell down from my eyes. I didn't notice, but The Doctor, his whole countenance seemed like steel. His traumatized expression had an element of revelation to it, but I couldn't help but tremble, and wonder who he was. He had participated in war. He had helped so many people, yet killed so many while doing so. "Doctor..." I trembled, pushing my locks out of my eyes. "Who are you?"

The Doctor's eyes suddenly dropped, as he darted around the giant control panel, pushing and shoving at buttons, switches and what not. "I shouldn't have gotten involved." He muttered. "I should never have gotten involved!" he yelled with angst as the room suddenly began to shake. It was like a Earth-quake simulator, only with a lot louder sounds, and while being inside something that looks like it was used in E.T. I was still in a state of being scared silly, and wanting to run away. And yet, all I could do was gaze at The Doctor, wondering who he really was. Why he was doing this. And what the hell was going on.

Suddenly, the device came to a halt, and The Doctor suddenly grabbed my hand, storming to the door of the room, and pushing me outside it. "Forget about me Bookie. Go back to university. Ignore that teacher. And just... Just forget me!"

"Holy mother of Jesus!" I abruptly heaved out, Gazing back at where I had just left. "It... It... It's smaller on the outside!" I screamed, gaping at a police box that was stood before me, and yet I could still see the colossal room that I was once in.

The Doctor glared at me, irritatted and fuming up. "I always see it like that..." He grumbled, turning away.

I just took in what he said to me, and stepped forward, trying to catch his attention. "Wait! I can't forget about all this!" I screeched, but it was already too late, the door was slammed shut and I was shut outside. "Wait! Doctor!" I cried, bashing on the deep blue wooden door of the police box.

But already, the blue box began to make a whirring noise, and I shot away, watching as the blue box mysteriously and gradually vanished. I fell on my knees to the ground, my eyes overflowing and flooding with tears. "Doctor..." I sobbed, leaning back and holding my knees to my chest. "Who are you Doctor? I need you Doctor..." I cried, already feeling guilt about something that I didn't know about. Why did he suddenly leave me? I wanted to know more about The Doctor. He felt so heart-warming to me, and now he's gone...

"Who are you... Doctor?"

Extra story (BEX'S CHAPTER)

Oh NOOO OOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOo OOOOOOOOOOOOo OOOOOOOOOOo!

SAID THE DOCTOR

YEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! SAID THE DALEK

MAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY BB EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EE! SAID THE WRITER

AND THEN THEY ALL WENT HOME FOR TEA

FISH FINGERS AND CHIPS FOR THE DALEK AND FISH FINGERS AND CUSTARD FOR THE DOCTOR

THEN AMY RAPED HIM

THEN ROARY TURNED BACK INTO A BALLET DANCER

AND RIVER SON TURNED UP AND DID A LITTLE DANCE AND TURNED INTO OCEAN SON

THE END OF CHAPTER

A.N. Okay, I know I haven't updated in like two months, my appologies. But what do you think (and of Bex's chapter too, she was very proud of that xP)Please review! =D

Oh and I forgot...

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who sadly. If I did, there would be a whole lot more comebacks of Captain Jack ;D

Thanks for reading!

Leanne

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