Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor or the TARDIS… Or Beauty and the Beast's library!

The sun was shining through the kitchen window and down onto me. We'd been sitting here for the past half hour. He kept trying to explain things to me, and I kept dumbing them down. I knew I was frustrating him, but he was frustrating me. He was using big, galactic, outer-space words that I didn't understand. So, if you think about it, he wasn't really explaining anything at all. When he did manage to put things in terms I understood, though, I learned a lot. Apparently, the Police Box was a space ship. Oh, and he was an alien.

Yeah, like I was going to believe that.

"Alright," I mumbled as I leaned against the counter, staring across it at the Doctor. "You're telling me that thing is a time machine?"

"I prefer TARDIS, but yeah." The Doctor replied, sipping from the mug of coffee I'd made him.

"And it's broken?"

He groaned and threw his head back, running his large hand over his face. "I've already told you, she's not broken, she just won't move."

I scoffed. "And I was just starting to believe that you weren't insane."

He perked up. "Oh, but I am." He smirked and leaned across the counter. "Just enough that most people call it brilliance." He winked and made an oddly sexy clicking sound with his tongue.

One of my eyebrows jumped. "So now you're brilliant?"

"Well, I have been using words you don't understand…" He leaned back again, sliding the mug that was only half empty away from him.

"You could be a mechanic." I suggested as I grabbed the mug and emptied its contents into the sink. "I don't know anything about that sort of stuff. Easy lie for you."

He shook his head. "Trust me, I'm the cleverest person you know."

Not from what I'd seen. I mean, he may have been smart, but that didn't mean he was clever. "You don't seem clever."

An amused look flashed across his face. "The ones who truly are never seem so."

"That sounds like a quote."

He smiled. "Feel free to use that in your book."

The slight smile that had subconsciously been on my face fell in less than a second. How did he know about my book? I hadn't told him. I hadn't even mentioned it. I knew he hadn't talked to my friends or family about it because they all would've thought he was a publisher of some sort and called to inform me about it. It was impossible.

"How do you know about my book?"

He froze, realizing his mistake, and stared at me. I could practically see the steam blowing out of his ears as his mind worked. Then, suddenly, he got to his feet. "C'mon, I need to show you something."

I stepped in front of him, blocking his path as he tried to leave the kitchen. "Stop trying to change the subject." I frowned up at him. "How do you know about my book?"

He stared down at me, a blank look on his angular face. "Come with me, and I'll show you." He held his hand out, his eyes firmly locked on mine.

It was odd seeing him so serious. For the little amount of time I'd been with him, he was always smiling or talking fast, but not now. Now he seemed as if he'd bite my head off if I cracked a joke.

Reluctantly, I set my hand in his. I was surprised to find it was rather warm and soft, but I could feel the calluses on certain points. Like the one on the tip of his right thumb. I found myself welcoming him when his fingers wiggled their way between mine.

I smiled faintly as he pulled me out of the kitchen, through the living room, and into the back yard. "You know, that whole thing with the hand was really cheesy."

He smirked. "Well, it worked, didn't it?" He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "Plus, you're an author, you love cheese."

"Not always," I pointed out as he released my hand and reached into the same pocket he kept his glasses in. When his hand reappeared, he held a key. He pushed it into the lock on the door and twisted it as I finished. "I can't stand pepper-jack."

He grinned at me. "Oh, that was good." He pulled the key out of the lock and pushed the door open. "Very witty."

I smirked. "Yeah, I know."

With a roll of his eyes, he latched onto my hand again and tugged me through the door, into the large room I'd been in the day before. He pulled me up the stairs to the large, metal thing in the center of it all that he'd called the Console.

He released my hand again. "You see this room," He mumbled as he looked up and around. "Well, there's more."

"What?"

"I said there's-"

"I heard." I interrupted. "How's that possible?"

"Same way this is possible." He waved his arm, gesturing to the room. He looked down at me, a cocky grin on his face. "The TARDIS is bigger on the inside."

"TARDIS," I mumbled. "Is that just what it's called or is it short for something?"

"Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. T-A-R-D-I-S."

My mouth formed an O and I looked around. After admiring the beauty of the room, I looked to the Doctor again. "So, there's more?"

He stared at me absently for a moment, as if he was pretending to listen to me. "Oh, right, c'mon!" Once again, our hands were locked in a sweaty grip. His hand was a bit too warm. Just a bit, though.

He pulled me around the Console, his mouth working at a thousand miles a minute. I wasn't really listening, though. I was just watching him. He was talking about time or something like that, and he seemed so… alive. I'd never seen someone so excited just while talking. Especially about something as stupid as time. Then again, he was a rather odd man.

"Here we are!"

That exclamation brought me out of my mind, and I looked around at my surroundings. We were in a hallway. A really, really long hallway. And when I say long, I don't mean twenty feet, I mean as far as the eye could see. There were thousands of doors on the two walls that seemed to stretch forever, too. They were all the same. Same color, same shape (it wouldn't have surprised me if there were a door in the shape of a triangle in here), same everything. Not even a plaque to tell them apart.

"How does this explain anything?" I asked, looking away from the endless hallway and to the Doctor. "How does this explain how you know about my book?"

He looked confused for a moment. "Oh, no, we're not there yet, this is just the more I was telling you about." He grinned. "The explanation is-" He paused. "Fifteenth door on the right." He flashed me that grin again and swung our connected hands. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I mumbled, and, deciding to take the offensive this time, I pulled him. I counted the doors we passed under my breath, only stopping when I counted to fifteen. "You wanna open it, or can I?"

"Be my guest." He let go of my now sweaty hand and took a step back, folding his hands behind him.

I glanced at him one last time before stepping up and grabbing the doorknob. Normally, I would've hesitated with something like this, but I wasn't scared. If the Doctor wanted to show me whatever it was to explain how he knew about my book, it couldn't possibly be anything dangerous. Right?

I licked my lips out of nervous habit, and then pulled the door open.

My jaw dropped.

The Doctor, a confident smile on his speckled face, stepped forward. "Welcome to my library."

This wasn't a library. This was heaven. Well, no, technically it was a library, but when I died and went up to hang with Jesus, this is exactly what I expected heaven to look like. It was big enough to be heaven. And it was definitely shiny enough. It reminded me a bit of the library in Beauty and the Beast. Shelf after shelf of books, all different colors and sizes. The shelves themselves were painted white and gold and reached the ceiling that was at least thirty feet about my head, if not more. There were several staircases and walkways, leading to all of the different shelves.

I stepped further into the library with a shocked, amazed look on my face, the Doctor hot on my heels. "How many are there?" I asked. "Books, I mean. And why is there a pool?" I looked back at him.

"Thousands. And the pool, I'm not sure. It's just where the TARDIS put it is all." He smiled at me softly. "You like Shakespeare, right?" He walked past me, turning around to walk backwards as to keep looking at me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Then c'mon!" He groaned, turning around and sprinting to the staircase on the far left.

I chased after him as he easily took the stairs three at a time, eventually making it to the first of three balconies that ran the perimeter of the room. I followed him a small ways around the balcony, and he stopped at a sliding ladder.

"The TARDIS organizes them by time," He told me, sliding the ladder back towards me a couple feet. "The oldest texts are on the left and get younger as you move to the right. This," He set his left foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. "Is the 1620s."

He kept talking, but his voice faded as he climbed, and I eventually stopped listening. Instead, I pulled a random book from the shelf and looked at the cover. I couldn't read the title because it was in French or something, but I saw something bright and colorful poking out of the top. I was pretty sure books in the 1620s didn't have colorful pictures, so I decided to check it out. I opened the book, and saw the cover of a Superman comic. Either that was a bookmark, or the Doctor had a secret hobby.

"Catherine, catch!"

I frowned. "What are you-?" My eyes widened as I looked up and saw a large, brown book falling towards me. I dropped the book with the comic in it and caught the falling one, which almost threw me onto my backside. As I looked down at the book, the Doctor slid down the rails of the ladder, landing with a thump beside me.

"What do you think?" He asked, leaning against my shoulder to look at the cover of the book with me.

I stared at the cover. There were no words on it, so I looked at the spine. When I read what few words were there, I froze. "It's the First Folio…" I mumbled. "That's impossible… You have a copy of the First Folio…"

He grinned and reached around me, flipping a few of the pages to the picture of Shakespeare himself. "That's not all," He grinned at me, pressing the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He did that a lot, I wasn't sure why. "Take a look."

I looked at the page, and all of the air escaped my lungs. There was a signature scribbled beneath the picture in blotchy black ink.

"No." I looked over my left shoulder at him. "No way."

Crow's Feet wrinkles formed at the edges of his eyes and his eyes connected with mine. "Yes way."

I grinned and looked down at the signature again. That was Shakespeare's personal signature, which was amazing in and of itself.

I released an amazed breath. "Wow…"

He grabbed the book, carefully closing it and setting it on one of the rungs of the ladder. Then, he looked down at the book on the floor. Returning his gaze to me, he raised an eyebrow.

I smirked at him. "A Superman fan, are you?"

He smirked right back at me. "What's wrong with the man of steel?"

I chuckled. "Nothing."

He nodded defiantly. "Exactly, now onto what I wanted to show you."

My eyebrows jumped. "There's more?" I asked as he grabbed my hand again.

"Yup!" He called as he pulled me back to the staircase and up to the second balcony. We practically ran about a fourth of the way around, and then came to an abrupt stop. He immediately began searching through the shelf before us. "This is the 2010s…" He mumbled, finally pulling out a book. "And this book is yours."

My knees shook as the Doctor held a book out, holding a hand in front of the title and cover art. However, at the bottom of the cover, I could see my name printed in large black letters. Catherine Black.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I go by Cat." I gasped. "I decided that I'd put Cat Black on my books, not Catherine."

He was serious again. No smile, just eyes. Eyes that bore into mine with an intensity that I almost had to look away. "Apparently you change your mind."

"How do you know it's me? Black isn't an uncommon name. It could be another Catherine Black." I pointed out.

His chin dipped and his gaze actually did make me look away. "You know it's not."

He was right, I did know. I had a feeling that it was me. A strong, sickening feeling in my gut that told me. I just didn't want to believe it. However, with one last look at the Doctor's oddly serious face, I had to believe it.

"It's not even finished yet." I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "How could you possibly have it?"

His eyebrows popped up, but the serious look remained. "Believe in time travel yet?"

I took a shaky breath, and slowly reached out to take the book, but he quickly shoved it back into its space on the shelf.

"That would be cheating." He mumbled.

My hand dropped back to my side, and I thought back to all of the odd things he said the day before. "'Not published yet, then'…" I quoted him. "That's what you said. And all of that stuff about being my fan…"

He suddenly broke out in a huge smile, and I was glad it was back. The serious Doctor had been scaring me a little bit. "Knew you'd be clever." He clapped his hand against my shoulder. "Any questions?"

I sighed and looked up at him. "Tons."

"Tomorrow morning, then." He turned me around and wheeled me towards the door.

"What, why tomorrow?" I asked, digging my heels into the floor. "Why not now?"

As he pushed me through the library, he smiled down at me. "Time travel's a lot to take in, so I'm going to give you some time. Write, read, watch TV, I don't care. Just relax until tomorrow." He pushed me out the door, and then shut the door behind him. "Just think."

I sighed. "Alright," I nodded. "What are you gonna do with the rest of your day?"

He tucked his hands away in his pockets and stared down at me. "Oh, I'll mull around the TARDIS," He patted the wall. "Try to figure out why she won't leave."

"Okay, then I'll just leave you to it. Tomorrow." I stuck my hand out.

He grabbed it, shaking it gently. "Tomorrow." He agreed with a slight smile.

I nodded, slowly removing my hand from his, and turned away. I began walking down the hallway, feeling the Doctor's eyes on me still.

"Catherine!"

I stopped and turned around.

He smirked at me. "The Console Room is that way." He pointed in the opposite direction I was going, and I immediately began blushing furiously.

"Right, thanks," I mumbled, my head down as I passed him. "See you later."

"See you."

And then I left the hallway, leaving the Doctor to mull around the TARDIS.

A/N: Yeah, so, I realize I should've updated this a few days ago, and I'm sorry. I've got a lot going on right now, what with school and the moving of one of the best friends I've ever had/MOST AMAZING PERSON EVER! Plus, my family's planning a trip to Florida for next week, so we've got to mentally prepare ourselves for that. I've never been in a plane. Yeah, it's a bit sad, but I'm looking forward to the experience.

Anyways, I like this chapter, but it could've been better. I feel like there were a few sections where the Doctor got a tiny bit out of character, but it was otherwise fine when I went over it. I originally forgot to put the pool in the library, so I had to go back and add that in. That's why that bit may seem a bit... off.

Oh, almost forgot. At the current time, I'm having a bit of trouble with my "beta-reader". I've sent her a few chapters, and she hasn't been responding. I don't blame her for it, I did the same thing a while back. But, I really need someone to read those chapters over for me. I just can't get all of the mistakes on my own. I was just wondering if anyone out there would care to read said chapters over for me. I'm not saying I'll send you the chapters now, but I'll send them before I post them. Y'know, don't wanna spoil anything.

To my two reviewers, thank you for your lovely opinions! and animemonkey13, your comments were read and enjoyed... several times. Seriously, it's nice to know that a few people out there are enjoying it so far. I'm just hoping not to disapoint.

So, on that note, I think I'll leave. Let you get on with your life. Y'know, that sort of thing. Bye! :)

Thanks for reading!

-Jazmine