Author's Note:
Sorry for the week with no update, but I had a break and most of it was spent in the hospital or on the couch suffering from asthma attacks!
Anyway, here's the next chapter, my ever patient friendly friends!
Alex jerked awake, staring at the white walls. Mrs. West jumped, then, seeing her daughter awake, walked to the bed.
"Glad to see you're awake, Alex." Mrs. West told her, smiling. "You might notice you haven't got an appendix anymore."
Alex's head was still spinning. She had been in Paris… no; she needed to go to her meeting… it was all still confusing.
"The man who found you-John Smith, I think he said-told us what happened. Sweetie, you could have called me, and I would have come and picked you up!" Mrs. West went on.
Alex frowned. "Er…yeah mum. Can I talk to him? Mr. Smith?" she asked. He had a lot of explaining to do.
"I'll check with the doctor…" Mrs. West replied. How sweet, she wants to thank him."
But if Mrs. West had been listening when a sullen Doctor walked to Alex's room, she would have heard something other than expected.
"MY APPENDIX BURST?!" Alex screamed.
"You got yourself punched in the stomach by a drunken child abuser; your appendix couldn't take it!" The Doctor tried to defend himself.
"I thought it was safe!" Alex pointed an accusing finger. "You didn't warn me!"
"Figures your mum never taught you not to interfere with the laws of time!" the Doctor shot back.
Alex seemed visibly shaken by this. When she spoke again, her voice was a whisper. "Did you save the little girl?"
The Doctor sat on a stool, his head in his hands. "No."
Alex began to cry. "You saved me instead of her? I thought you were a Doctor, you're supposed to help people!"
"I can't save everyone, Alex."
Alex began to shake with fury. "Go away." The Doctor looked surprised. "Just leave, I never want to travel in your witchy little TARDIS ever again! I can walk home on my own; I can handle life without you, Doctor!"
Slowly the Doctor got up, closing the door behind him. "Goodbye, Alex."
As soon as the door closed, Alex began to cry once more, bawling until she was little more than a soggy lump under the covers, feeling her heart ache. Had she made the right choice?
-TWO YEARS LATER—
Alex walked through the hallway, or rather she rode. Two weeks after the Doctor had left, an attack with an aluminum bat had left her paralyzed from the waist down, but had landed the boys in a correctional facility. A bittersweet victory indeed for Alex, but a victory all the same.
She got odd looks in the hallways sometimes. A look of pity, or disgust sometimes. So it was a huge shock when a boy stopped her in the hallway.
"Er… Alex… doyoudance."
"I'm sorry, Sam, can you repeat that?"
"Do you dance? I mean it must be cumbersome with the wheelchair and all but… what I'm trying to say is… will you go to the dance with me?" Sam blushed bright red.
The Dance Sam had referred to was the 2nd Year Formal: a cheesy little thing the Student Government put together, right after an even cheesier little party
Alex thought she would float with the amount of happiness she felt right now. "Yes, Sam. I would love to go the dance with you." Don't ramble, don't ramble… "Er, and um… me and my chair can really dance though, I can pop a wheelie! Crap, you're rambling.
Sam grinned. "Wow, thanks!"
Alex clutched her books as she navigated her way to Math class without even thinking. She had a date.
An actual date.
Nothing could make her feel any less happy.
Except for the big blue box occupying the Math classroom.
He was back.
Author's Note (again)
Hahahaha cliffhanger!
But this is the prompt that MusicKeeper suggested I write. I've modified it a bit, so first we'll have the reason why the TARDIS is occupying a Math's classroom.
-ATLK