So, so many typos in the last chapter. And tense slips. I'll check it more thorough this time. This chapter does contain spoilers from The Angels Take Manhattan so don't read if you haven't watched!

Chapter Two: Madmen and Boxes

A whirring from the brightly lit console behind him makes The Doctor turn away from me and run back to a spinning purple lever. I breath out, relieved that I'm not about to be hurled about the room by a crazy kidnapper. I watch on from the door as The Doctor twirls round the console, flicking, pressing and pulling on different coloured knobs and buttons. The glare has gone from his face to be replaced by an inane grin as skids to a halt and pushes down hard on a large red button. Ketchup spurts out of a little hole in the console, staining The Doctors shirt with tomato sauce. I laugh, one hand over my mouth. "Wrong button." The Doctor mutters then looks back to me. "Well, come on then. You going to help or what?"

Standing opposite The Doctor over the button covered desk, Lyric looks up. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Green button, yellow button, wiggle stick two notches up." he replies, yanking the small monitor screen round to face him. Lyric raises one eyebrow, snorts once then presses the buttons.

"Wiggle stick?"

"That one. The wiggly one." The Doctor says, poking his head out from behind the screen. "I'd have thought you'd be able to work that one out."

"Sorry, I've never flown a sexy before." Lyric snorts, yanking up the bronze, zigzagged lever two notches. Another jerk of the Tardis nearly throws her off balance again, her firm grip on the wiggle stick the only thing keeping her upright.

"What did you say?" The Doctor yelps, spinning the screen away from him. "What did you call my Tardis?"

"Exactly the same thing you called it. A sexy." Lyric grins, trying to stay standing.

"No, I call her a sexy, you call her a Tardis, right?" he says, flicking one final switch, scowl back in place. "The Sphics should have gone back to their ship by now so, Lyric Jackson, you can go home."

"What?" Lyric yells, "You can't just drop me off at home! I've just been chased by purple monsters, walked into a blue box that's somehow bigger on the inside and, worst of all, I'VE BEEN FORCED TO RUN! You are not just going to drop me back into my life without a proper explanation!"

Throughout Lyric's outburst, The Doctor just stood there, watching her rant. Lyric finishes up and stops pacing the glass floor, hands by her sides, tears threatening to spill over.

"Explain." She snarls, trying to keep herself from completely freaking out.

"You first." The Doctor says, "Tell me how you were still moving when I'd timelocked London."

"I… I don't know. I don't even know what timlocking is! I was just reading my book!" Lyric shrieks, angrily wiping her tears away. "One minute I'm walking home the next, I'm running away from an angry herd of lavender elephants and… and I've dropped my book."

The Doctor pulls a clean tissue from his jacket pocket and hands it to her. Lyric takes at blows her nose. "You next." She mumbles, voice muffled by the hankie.

"I'm The Doctor. I'm a…. Time traveller. Oh, and a alien." He says.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. Time traveller. And you are in my time machine."

"Wicked." Lyric grins, staring round. "What kind of alien are you?"

"I'm a Time Lord. The…. Last Time Lord." The Doctor replies.

"Why are you the last?" Lyric asks, displaying her wonderful lack of social skills.

"There was a war. A Time war. And they all died except me. Ready to go home yet?"

"What do you do now then?"

"I…. Help people. Save planets. Travel."

"Alone?"

"At the moment, yes."

"At the moment? So you usually travel with someone?"

"Sometimes, you're a very nosy little girl aren't you?"

"Yep. And don't call me little. Why are you alone now then? What happens to the people you travel with?"

"Stuff. Things. They leave and I keep travelling. Are we done yet?" The Doctor replies, striding back to the console.

"Do you like travelling alone?" Lyric asks. The Doctor stops mid-stride and turn back to face her.

"No. Travelling with someone is usually best for me."

"So why are you alone? What happened to the last person you travelled with?"

"Stuff. Things happened and now they're not travelling with me anymore. Satisfied?"

"I could travel with you. If you want. I always loved history." Lyric says.

"No you couldn't. You're too young. Now, home time. Where do you live?"

"Take me back to where you made me start running. I need to get my book back. And I'm not too young. I'm nearly sixteen." Lyric replies, glaring at The Doctor.

"Exactly. Too young. Out you get." The Tardis has slowed to a rough stop and the doors spring open to reveal the exact corner where the Sphics had charged down less than an hour ago. "Go on, out. Back to your normal human life."

"No." Lyric mumbles then repeats it louder. "No. You need someone to travel with you, you said so yourself. Considering how you needed me today, I reckon it's dangerous for you to travel alone."

"Are you Scottish? You are so unbelievably stubborn you know? And right. It's not fun for me to travel alone. So, Lyric Jackson, would you like to come with me to see all of time and space?"

"Heck yes." Lyric grins, punching the air at her side.

"But not now."

"What?"

"I told you. You're too young. It is incredibly dangerous to travel with me."

"But, you just said…. Time…. Space?" Lyric gabbles.

"I know what I said and I mean it. I'll come back for you. Three years to this day, right here. Got that? Good. I'll see you then." The Doctor grins and pushes her out the door, slamming it behind her.

"Hey. Hey! Wait!" I yell, spinning back round, ready to push back open the door. But the police box, The Doctor and my only hope of adventure is already gone. I look down at my feet, sighing. My battered copy of The Hunger Games is laying there. I stoop to pick it up and dust it off. I open up the first page and see, written in curvy pencil 'Don't forget now! From The Doctor.'

"He wrote in my book!" I yelp incredulously "When I see him, I'm gonna kill him." I slip the book back into my shoulder bag and continue walking home, any doubt that what had just happened had all been in my head wiped away by the two lines of pencilled words.

Yay chapter two done! Thanks so much for reading!