C.H.A.P.T.E.R.F.I.V.E.

The grass was green, and -in patches across the ground- complimented it with yellow wheat fields that had the occasional cow ambling across it. The trees seemed like shrubs, but blossomed like sunflowers. There were buildings covering most of the area like soaring razor-sharp spikes threatening landing invaders. It was a shame I was falling towards them at a tremendously quick speed. It felt as though we were falling forever, and by now my throat had become desiccated from all the screaming.

I managed to turn my eyes off of where I was falling, and looked across to The Doctor. He still had the screwdriver bitten in his mouth, and was pushing the bits and bobs against each other, occasionally taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, directing it at the chunks of metal and letting it buzz.

"GOT ANY OTHER BRIGHT IDEAS, YOU PLONKER!" I screamed, feeling my pony tail loosen, and feeling the scrunchie eventually fall out. I then watched as the Tardis suddenly appeared out of nowhere from below, on its side, with its door open. The Doctor laughed, as each of us, one by one, fell through, landing on the wall of the inside.

I got to my feet, peering confoundedly around the room. Everything was sideways, and looked incredibly weird. Weirder than it did the right way up. And that's saying something... I leapt over the rail and balanced a little on it, trying to get to the control panel. But this would be when The Doctor decides that it would be fun to turn it up the right way -just so that I'd fall flat on my face. "What an arse..." I thought to myself, hearing Miller's laughs from behind. I got to my feet, and whacked him on the shoulder.

"Hey! No violence!" The Doctor scolded me, shaking a long finger at my nose. I grimaced at him, clouting him even firmer around the back of his head.

"Um, do you by any chance want to die?" I questioned irately, my voice higher than a dog whistle. My eyes were wide, and my breath was heavy. No way in a million years am I leaving my life in the hands of this guy.

The Doctor seemed to think for a moment about my rhetorical question, before opening his mouth, and closing it again. "...Maybe..." he said gently, but hastily darting to the control panel and flicking switches, pressing buttons, making the machine hum at first, but forcing it to go into a violent Whine as the Tardis shook aggressively.

"What now?" I thought, my hair dangling by my hips in gianormos curls, getting in my eyes, and really being a bother. "Bloody hell!" I scream as not only am I having the simulation of an earthquake, but I can no longer see with all the brown frizz in my eyes. The machine came to a halt, and I got to my feet, my hair dangling over my eyes, and surrounding me in one big frizz bubble.

"Woah..." I heard The Doctor say as he glanced my way. "Who let that thing onboard?" I pushed it all back, and scowled at him, my glasses half bent over as well, making me look even more menacing.

"Whatever it is, it's definitely going to give me nightmares." My eyes waltzed around the room to Miller. I put my hands on my hips, as I gave him the 'Don't-mess-with-me-because-I'm-already-pissed' look. He smirked at me, and then a little chuckle arose from his mellow voice.

"Where are we now?" I interrogated, pushing the curls down and skimming my fingers through my bush-like hair. No, not that kind of bush...

The Doctor, yet again, beamed like the idiot he was, making me groan and shake my head in wonder. He almost skipped to the door like a six year old girl as he opened the door and peeked his head outside the doorway, looking around. "Oh Wow!" He burst, wandering away quite eagerly. I soon followed on behind, as did Miller, keen to see what was stirring him up now. I marched outside boldly, waiting to see maybe a different planet, or some famous landmark. Maybe, even a new species or a super race ... But no... No such luck. I looked out, disappointedly seeing a little cafe, in the middle of town.

I looked to Miller, a roll in my eyes forming, and then looked back to The Doctor. "Um... Have you not seen a cafe before?" I asked, eyeing up "Benny's Big Breakfasts" and reading the signs. Nothing out of the ordinary, in my opinion. Unless you counted the bacon, onion and spinach sandwich I guess...

"It's a little shop!" The Doctor shouted excitedly, pointing to the cafe and looking at me with a big smile on his goofy face. "I love a little shop." He said, already marching to the door, his long brown jacket trailing by his feet.

"Not exactly a little..." I started, but by then, he was already in, and ordering something at the simply styled counter. I sighed, thinking about how we had better stuff to do right now, but then gave in to him resentfully. I closed the door to the Tardis, and followed The Doctor in to the 'little shop'. Seriously, I'd never seen someone get so hyped up over a cafe.

"Bookie," Miller leant towards me as I pushed the door open and meandered inside. "We're hanging with a mad-man!" I almost giggled, and smiled up to him.

"Yeah, I know. Me and The Doctor, travelling with you!" I snickered, strolling up to the counter beside The Doctor. I must've gotten too close for his liking again, since he suddenly urged away as I came closer. Did I really do something that bad? Maybe I just have bad B.O...

"So, that was one tea, a large portion of chips, a bacon Panini, and a bunch of bananas?" The skinny blonde behind the counter sounded surprised that someone as scrawny and flimsy as The Doctor was eating so much.

"Yup! Yup yup yup." He replied chirpily, a casual look on his face as she just seemed to ogle, awe-stricken into his chocolate eyes. She casually shook her head, and bashed a few buttons on the cash register, a frown glued upon her lips. Wasn't really surprising. More orders equals more hassle.

"Anything else?" The Doctor turned his eyes around to me and Miller, questioning in his eyes. He didn't have to ask, I already knew that he wanted me to answer.

"Tea's great. Cheers." I said to the woman, who seemed to be gazing at me like a mutated sewer alien. "And a mirror please..." I mumbled, looking down from the lady's spacious eyes.

"I'll take a co-co to go-go." I turned up to Miller, his eyes focussed on his iPhone, as he began texting away like a teenage girl. Heck, with that haircut, he was a teenage girl...

"Where are you going then?" I asked, one eyebrow lowered as he shoved his phone back into his baggy pocket. He smiled to me, confirming that it was nothing.

"Elise wants to meet up with me for a while." He said, leaning against the counter and scratching the back of his head. Elise is his two-month girlfriend. She's not exactly looked at as 'pretty' in most people's point of view, but I truly disagree. She's dissimilar, unusual, and in my opinion, remarkable. Miller deserved a girl like her. "I'm not exactly sure what about, mind you." He said again, a slight look of perplexity in his warm eyes.

I frowned a little, leaning next to him and trying to take a better look at his face. "And that concerns you, why?" I asked, sitting on a stool and gazing up to him. "She's your girlfriend! You should just see each other for the fun of it!" I encouraged him, attempting to give him a hearty smile. To be honest, I'm not the hearty type, but it seemed as though he needed it.

He shrugged, and then turned away. I knew Miller well, and I knew why he was getting so... touchy/girly about it. He was never actually used to being a boyfriend. He never actually went into a relationship thatfrequently. And when he did, it didn't last forever. His Co-co arrived, and he paid for it, leaning forward and giving me a hug and a smile. "Don't worry, I'll be back by the end of it." He said with a wink. I grinned up to him, as my smoking hot tea turned up in front of me also.

"Miller!" We both flicked our eyes back at The Doctor, his face slightly concerned. "Don't go telling anyone else about this..." The Doctor looked up for a moment, searching for the right word. "...Sequence of events." Okay, words.

Miller seemed to chuckle, as he strolled with a cool-guy attitude to the door. "P-lease! Do you really think I would want to tell anyone about this?" I and The Doctor watched as he strolled out, and meandered out of sight. I sighed, looking down into my tea and stirring it a few times.

"He can be a right arse at times." I commented, sipping it and cringing since it didn't have nearly enough sugar in it. The Doctor pushed the sugar my way, and then tossed a spoon into my lap.

"Just like every other human..." The Doctor commented, taking a bite into one of his bananas. I raised an eyebrow and scowled at him.

"That's a bit stereotypical of you." I commented, grimacing down into my tea while pouring little sachets of sugar inside it. Why do these sachets have such little sugar in it? It's stupid, what do I look like? A sugar-free Coca Cola?

"Well, it's what most galactic species think. Most believe that humans are low-life." He commented, tossing a banana aside and then sipping at his tea, while pushing the chips between us. "That's probably including Mr. Sekree-Tada."

I thought about it and then sipped at my tea. Of course he was right. He always seems to be, no matter how much I hate knowing it. But the thing is, I wasn't entirely sure how he knew all this. I mean, sure I'd seen his past, he'd met a lot of people. But how the heck does he know all this weird and wonderful info? Who is he? Or what is he?

"Bookie... I know that things didn't turn out so well before, but... I want, to do the weird, confusing, brain reading, 'psychic' thing again." I froze mid-chip, swivelling my head around to The Doc, and shaking my head slowly.

"Um, No?" I said, in the same tone that I would use to say 'well duh...' He pouted, and put the tea down.

"Bookie..." He named, looking me straight into my eyes and making me tremble slightly. "I just want to know who you are. Surely, you do too?" With that last quick, laid-back question, I almost stumbled off my stool. How did he know that I'm clueless about my life? How did he know that all my life, I knew I was different? Know that I would never fit in anywhere or with anyone. Know that something about me... wasn't normal... "Bookie. I'm only here to help. There was something I recognised before. Whilst you saw my past, I saw yours. It was fuzzy, and tremendously indistinct. Allow me to do this, and it'll be so much easier to work out how to put the brakes on this train of destruction."

I frowned, wordless and still as I gaped into his eyes deeply. What was it about him that made me feel comforted? What was it that made me trust him, like I had known him my whole life? What was it... that made him feel like my best friend?

Thinking no more, I stretched my hands out, resting them on his, and then gripping them firmly. I felt the little hairs stick up slightly, as I picked them up and placed one hand on each of my temples. "Do it." I said with a slight smile, holding his hands beneath my palms. "Do it, and before I want any differently..."

He looked stern at first. But it eased, and he smiled a little, shutting his eyes slowly and lifting his head. Once again, I seemed to feel like I was plummeting down from my body. And yet, I wasn't. It was an endless feel of free falling. And snatched my breath away from me, each and every time he did it. My voice... it lapsed into gasps and withheld my breathing. My pulse slowed down and yet my heart dared to beat faster.

This time, my brains seemed to discover the same things, yet in more detail. Names trailed across my head, alongside moving images of the person named. So many faces, passing through so quickly. Yet, they all seemed to say goodbye eventually. For a few moments, I felt how The Doctor felt. And that was alone. Lost. Heartbroken... How can he live through times like this? Through pain, and sorrow. And yet, he's that same old chirpy Doctor that drives me mad. He was so confusing. Maybe he was a typical teenage girl inside. With mood swings and bad hair days...

All of the faces seemed to mesh together and form one large face. A feminine face with a chirpy smile rested gently upon her lips. She looked beautiful. And, I mean, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. She was just like a painting, her gentle skin tones glistening in my head. But, that skin seemed to become charred, and slit, as one by one, those faces disappeared, and died away. Just vanishing. The painting was becoming smudged, and then I couldn't handle it. This image was straining my head, and making me quake all over. I pulled my mystified mind away from his burly hands.

I panted -my eyes wide with confusion and wonderment. Who was that beautiful woman? Why had she stood out in my mind so much, and make my chest feel empty and weak? What actually happened?

"No..." I blinked a few times, my eyes turning up to the dazed Doctor before me. He looked shell-shocked, utterly and completely blank. "No... Way..." A smile eased onto the Doctor's face, as he gaped at me with widened eyes. Eyes that seemed to be filled to the rim with joy. "Brilliant..." He said, getting up off the stool and leaning over my body, wrapping his scrawny arms around me.

Now, I was completely and utterly bamboozled. The Doctor... was hugging me? Not ten minutes ago, he was moving away whenever I got too close. And now, he had his arms wrapped over my shoulders, holding me close. I tried to look at The Doctor, but my face just filled with his chocolaty hair as my nose unintentionally nuzzled into his neck. I turned my head away again, and sent my head in the direction of the other side of the cafe, but I had my eyes looking round to him. Slightly concerned in case something was wrong.

"Doctor...?" I said, feeling him tighten his grip. I didn't pull away. The hug itself wasn't all that bad, but it was confusing me as to why he was doing... this.

"Bookie..." The Doctor replied, pulling me closer to his body. I shifted about, but I still didn't hug him back. I continued to sit there, and wonder about why this was happening. The Doctor sighed in my ear, and then he chuckled light-heartedly. I felt a chill evolve through my back though, as a few simple words echoed in my ear, and rumbled through my chest.

"I know you Bookie. And you know me, more than you think..."

A/N HELLOOOOOO!

Long time no speak eh? first off, sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for not updating in SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long. Second off, It was because of many things happening in my life. Whether it was GCSE's, or the fact that I've tried to write too many stories at once. Whatever it was, I just lost track of this one.

Anyway, I'm gonna try to get this started again. But, I guess I should make a warning. I have never, ever completed a full story. I start them, and never finish. So, Keep me going, and maybe this'll be my first. But... just don't expect regular updates. You may be waiting a long while for updates. So sorry, but It'll be a one off thing in one sense. At least it'll keep you wondering :D

Anyway, all for now, please review, and I hope you enjoyed.

See you again soon -hopefully! :D

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