Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy this new chapter! Thanks for the love TheTenthDoctorIsMyGuardian. All rights STILL belong to the BBC, and I STILL do not own Doctor Who.
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The Doctor is real, and from a parallel universe.
This will take some getting used to. Hello, craziness.
I honestly had no idea how to explain this. Really, what would you do if someone walked up to you and told you that your whole life was a television show? I'd probably laugh. Or kick them in the shin and run away. I was not really in the mood for the Doctor to do either right then.
It was then that I realized a probably better, easier, and safer (I hoped) alternative.
"Doctor, remember when your friend Craig needed to know who you were, but you didn't have time to explain? Remember how you bumped heads, and he saw everything? He instantly knew all about you. That would probably be the best way for me to explain how I know all of this.", I said, even though I knew it would hurt.
The Doctor still had an adorably confused expression on his face, but he agreed. After we did it, he fell silent for a minute. That minute felt more like an hour.
"Do people like me? Do people like the show? Am I a protagonist or antagonist?", he finally asked to my relief.
"Doctor, people love you. And everyone who watches the show is completely obsessed. Kids dress up as you for Halloween, and many people dream about traveling with you. And honestly, after all that, do you even have to ask if you are a protagonist or antagonist?", I said.
"Oh, and you made bowties VERY cool. They were a big thing. You also made sonic screwdrivers cool. In America they can be sold for $30.00!", I said. Sorry I do not know what that is in euros, or whatever form of money you have. I am sure your money is VERY cool too.
The Doctor began to smile. I liked that.
"So, where is your family?", he inquired. Ouch. Bad subject. I suppose he had reason to ask, seeing as I was nineteen.
"Well, my dad is dead, and last Thursday my mom left with her bags packed full of her clothes and no explanation. I have been keeping the house. I am rather lonely.", I said. I was biting back tears, and forcing down the knot in my throat. I was praying the Doctor would not notice.
He is far too perceptive for his own good.
The Doctor gave me a hug, but I feel like the way his life has been treating him, one of the reasons he gave me that hug was because he needed one too.
"Now that we are hugging, you know most of my life and I know a lot about yours, may I have your name?", he asked.
"Emma Brigley.", I said, "and I know better than to ask for yours."
"Emma, we are both alone. I need to leave before the tear I got here through closes. Would you like to come with me?", he asked.
My jaw nearly hit the ground. I think I must have looked pretty stupid. What whovian given the chance to travel with the doctor would say no?
"Yes!", I shouted without another thought.
We walked towards the TARDIS, and with a nap of his fingers, the door opened.
"Come along, Briggs.", he said, "Of all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will, where do you want to start?", he asked.
This was a new life.
This was home.