Chapter Six-Lexi's POV
I reached the Tardis first and pulled at the door handles frantically. It was locked. I turned back the way I had come to see the Doctor barrelling towards me, followed by a lumbering Meglamani alien we had accidentily reliesed when I had leant on the wrong button (My bad).
"Doctor!" I screamed, "Hurry! Just leave it, the local police will get it, like they got it before!"
"But I can stop it!" He called back, "…I think."
"We won't do any good eaten! Come on!" He turn back to me grinning at my panic. I laughed at his face. How could I not? "Come on!" I repeated as he reached me at the doors of the my new home. He put the the key in the lock, turned it, threw open the door and I launched myself inside.
I was pressed against the wall breathing heavily when he walked in nonchalantly. He turned and grinned at me.
"That thing couldn't catch a tortise." He laughed at me.
"Well sorry!" I said turning red, realizing that he was right and that I had been running for no real reason. I laughed along with him because his constant joy was contagous and also because the whole situation was rediculous.
"I guess I'm not yet totally adapted to this wonderful chaos that is travelling with you." I told him grinning like an idiot. His smile matched mine as he turned to the consol and sent us into flight again, he called over his shoulder,
"Why don't you go get comfy. I have some stuff to tend to anyway." He paused, unsure, "Maybe I'll tell you another story tonight, would you like that?"
"Yeah." I said and ran down the hallway to my room. Opening the door I grinned as I noticed how quickly I had made the room my own. Lyrics, poems, and sketchs adorned the walls, the bed was unmade, CDs and record were scattered around and piles of clothes dirtied the floor. I changed into a T-shirt and a pair of PJ pants I had gotten myself last christmas and couldn't resist packing. I grinned at my reflection in the mirror and the little green aliens on my pants grinned back. I laughed and plopped onto my bed, grabbing my sketchbook and pencils as I did so.
Twenty minutes later I closed my book on two newly drawn sketches of the doctor, one of the Meglamani, and one of the planet we had just visited, and wandered out into the hallway to head back to the consol room, expecting to find the Doctor under the floor fixing something I wasn't sure was broken.
I had just closed my door and turned in the direction of the consol room, when I heard something odd coming from the exact opposite direction. I stopped and listened.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
Singing? I wondered, and followed my ears down the long hallway and eventually stopped outside a slightly ajar door. Light seeped out through the crack as well as music. I pressed my face up against the door and peeked inside. I stiffled a gasp. It was the Doctor! He was sitting at a big black piano, playing a beautiful melody I thought I reckognized, and singing. I paused, he had a surprizingly amazing voice. I laughed in my head, Who woulda' thought?
His voice was thick with emotion and he seemed on the verge of tears. I started to wonder why, then I began to listen…
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
He was thinking about Rose. I didn't knock, and didn't speak up, I just sat down outside the door and listened and drew. I drew him sitting there, his soul in his eyes, his love in his fingertips as they splayed across the keys. I drew with soft colors, light blues and greens, gentle pinks and dull grey-blues. I only used the best and most beautiful colors, because I drew in honor of Rose and the Doctor's lost love.
I had just finished, when I relized the music had stopped. Had he finished the song already? I looked up to see very sad and confused, but bemused TimeLord hovering over me.
"Whoops!" I said with a grin, "Caught red handed." I stood up and he closed the door behind him.
"That was beautiful." I told him as we started to walk down the hallway.
"Thank you." He replied monotone. I paused to look at him grabbing his arm to stop him.
"Are you gunna' be ok?"
He sighed, "The pain fades in time. I've had companions before Rose and since Rose, some of whom I've lost, some who died. I really have to think to bring them to the surface, otherwise they just float in the back of my mind."
He took my hand and pulled me through a door on the right into the same room I fallen asleep last night and woke up in this morning. The fire was burning again, or maybe it had never stopped, and I just hadn't noticed this morning because I was so excited to see where we were going next.
As we sat down on the couch again I turned to him and looked into his sad eyes and said, "Only say what you feel you can. Your eyes have cried enough today." He nodded, a smile returned and he passed me my pencils.
"The story I'm telling today is anything but sad." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a picture. I gently took it and looked it over.
I grinned as I found myself starring face to face with a beautiful blonde in a Union Jack T-shirt leaning against the arm of a dashing dark haired man. It looked like they had been laughing. While she was touching this man's sleeve in a flirtatious manner, it was the charismatic man to her right, with the big ears, blue eyes, and leather coat, with whom's hand she was holding. Their fingers we locked together like they belonged together and when everyone else was looking at the camera, his eyes were locked on her.
"Rose." I said, "And you. And Jack…?" I questioned. He nodded, "For your drawings, so you can get her just right." He paused, "Jack too."
I smiled and was thrilled when he smiled back genuinly. I settled back on the couch and he began.
"It was a few days after waking up from my new regeneration and I was bursting with energy. I set the scanners for trouble and set off. Next thing you know…BAM!…I'm attacked by window shop dummies! Like all self-respecting Lords of Time, I ran for it. I swear by Gallifrey it was fun! And then I trip over this body. Poor guy was so scared he ran into a wall and killed himself before they even had a chance to turn him to plastic like them.
"Then, I turn around the corner and see a young blonde girl surrounded by the bloody things. I'll be honest, the first thing I thought was, Oh great now I have to save her and myself, and blow up the whole ruddy buildging. So, I ran up right next to her grabbed her hand to get her attention and told her, 'Run.', and we ran…"
Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
"…I left the door open behind me. I knew she would come, and she did." He finished smiling and starring off at a wall remembering.
I yawned and passed him my sketchbook. I leaned back against the couch resting and watched him. As he turned he pages, he smiled, laughed, grimaced, wiped away a tear or two and most of all his eye's shimmered with love and pride, and with memories.
"It's like watching my entire life playback like some-kind of old style film." He said turning to me, "Your talent knows no bounds."
I was to tired to reply. I just grinned, then yawned.
"Bed." He said handing back my drawings and pushing me towards the door. I didn't need to look back to know that he was watching me, but I didn't think he was seeing me, he was thinking about a certain blonde.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
-Notes: Song: "Dreaming With a Broken Heart"- by: John Mayer-