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Chapter Three: Books and Surprises
My name is Lyric Jackson. I am eighteen, nearly nineteen and I am very likely completely mad. Three years have passed since I….. think I got chased by an angry herd of purple people with a mad time travelling alien. Yes, I'm obviously perfectly sane. That's exactly why I'm standing ankle deep in grey snow with two large suitcases on the back of my motorbike. Yes, completely sane.
A tall girl with long, dark brown hair with red streaks in it leans against her red motorbike, gloved hands in leather pockets, helmet on top of the two large suitcases on the back of the bike. Lyric sighs, flicking through her Hunger Games book. Her eyes fall on the lines of pencil at the front of the book.
'Don't forget now! From The Doctor.'
The six words that had kept Lyric from believing she had gone completely bonkers at fifteen. The sky over London turns bright red and pink as the sun wanders down behind the clouds. Lyric glances at her watch, sighs and pulls her helmet back on her head. She's just starting her bike when the wind picks up, whipping her scarf around her face. She looks up to see a blue police box materialising in front of her. The doors swing open and the man with messy hair, mad eyes and a bowtie pokes his head out.
"Lyric Jackson?" The Doctor asks, squinting at her "Is that you?"
Lyric just stares at him then her surprised look turns into a scowl. She walks straight up to The Doctor and slaps him across the face with her book. The Doctor staggers back against the Tardis, holding his cheek in his hand.
"What was that for?"
"You WROTE in my book and ripped out the last chapter! What the hell? You've ruined it!" Lyric yells, waving the book in his face.
"And? I made it so the story didn't have to end. Surely that's a good thing?"
"It's a trilogy idiot. You've wrecked the middle not the end.
"Alright, calm down. Aren't you pleased to see me at all?"
Lyric's scowl disappears to be replaced by a grin. "Of course I am. I thought I'd gone mad! You're still going to take me with you aren't you?"
A mischievous glint lights up The Doctor's eyes. "Well you did just slap me with a book so I might have to remove my offer."
Lyric raises one eyebrow and turns back to her bike. "Shut up. I've got all my stuff packed so I'm coming whether you like it or not." She says, pulling the top suitcase off the bike. "Get the other one for me would you?"
"I'm not a bell boy." The Doctor says but lugs the suitcase off the bike. It drops to the icy ground with a heavy thump. "What have you got in here?"
"Books!" Lyric shouts from inside the Tardis. The Doctor grins and pulls her case into through the doors and up the glass stairs.
"Why are you taking books? I've got a whole library here somewhere."
"As if. Anyway, even if you did, I prefer my own copies of the books."
"Why?"
Lyric looks at The Doctor quizzically. "Well, they remind of things happening when I first read them. So… Yeah. Where should I put my stuff?"
"Up the stairs, choose any room you want. One of them has a waterbed." The Doctor grins, sounding slightly childlike in his excitement about different types of beds. Lyric laughs and chooses the second bedroom on the right. There are some clothes strewn across the floor and the sheets and blankets on the bunk-beds are messed up. Lyric shrugs and goes for the door opposite.
Downstairs, The Doctor pokes his head out the door, checking if Lyric had left anything on her bike. A familiar 'vrooping' greets his ears and another Tardis appears at the other end of the street. The Doctor slams the door shut and locks it from the inside.
"Hey, what's up?" Lyric asks, coming down the stairs two at a time.
"Uh, nothing. Time to go, come on. Where to?" The Doctor asks, taking her hand and spinning her to face the console. "Anywhere you want, time and space."
"What about my motorbike?" Lyric asks. "I can't just leave it there!"
"It's a time machine Lyric, I'll drop you off the minute you left when you want to leave. So, where to?"
I look at the console. "I don't know. It's my first trip, surprise me." I say.
The Doctor grins at me. "Hold on tight." He grins and laughs, pulling down on a lever. The Tardis jumps into action, flinging both me and The Doctor to the ground, laughing. There's a loud bang from up the stairs.
"My books!" I yell but burst into a fit of giggles, to excited to think about the spines on my old hardbacks.
"Oh, there are more in the library." I just hope the swimming pool hasn't flooded again!" The Doctor shouts over the noise. I grin and hold onto the console, trying right myself before landing back down in an even more undignified manner. This is gonna be great.
Outside the Tardis, past the cherry red motorcycle and down to the very bottom of the street, the second Tardis doors swing open and Lyric steps out. She's taller, older and thinner. Her hair is matted with dirt and blood and a long deep cut runs down her cheek. Her nose is bleeding, one eye swollen shut and her lip is cut. She takes one step out of the doors, towards the first, fast disappearing Tardis at the other end of the street.
"Bugger." she whispers, her voice dry and cracked and collapses in the grey London snow.
Oh goody, a cliff-hanger that won't be resolved for a while. Just 'cause I like to keep you all in suspense mwhahahaha! You wouldn't believe how many times I went and changed and re-did this chapter! I have like six versions of this but I hope you guys like this one the best!