Chapter 5:

Once they reached the magical blue box, the Doctor unlocked the door, and the two of them went in.

"So, what have you been doing for the past nine months?" Jezabell asked, leaning agenst a railing inside the large TARDIS. Nothing looked different at all; it didn't even look like a single wire or button had been touched. The only tell-tale was that the TARDIS was in a different place.

"Oh, you know, just flying around. Same old, same old. Oh, I went to visit the middle star on Orion's Belt." The Doctor responded, putting the pile of paintings down on the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but they weren't the nicest people… One… um, lady, I think it was a lady, threw some rocks at me."

"You think it was a lady?"

"They're aliens, and well, those aliens look alike despite gender. The only difference you can see is the female's eyes are lighter; that, and of course their voice."

"Very interesting, so, you just fly around in this box, visiting whatever stars and planets you want?"

"Pretty much," The TARDIS made a quick, weird noise.

"All by yourself?"

"Well, sometimes I have a companion."

"Where are they?"

"They all leave."

"They leave flying through time and space in a blue box that's bigger on the inside with a man who is from another planet that no longer exists?" Jezabell said that all in one breath. The Doctor chuckled.

"Not all of them."

"What happened to them, then?"

"Well, one left because she fancied me, but I didn't like her like that; another had to get her memory wiped of me otherwise her head would explode; and one girl got trapped into a parallel universe." There was a slight bit of sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but it grew when he mentioned the last one.

"What was her name, the one in the parallel universe?"

"Her name was Rose. Rose Tyler."

"She was important to you, wasn't she?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Your eyes,"

"Yeah, I guess she was. But she's happy. She technically still has me. I was technically cloned, but it was a half human me. Very complicated, but since the other me did something very bad and had to go where he couldn't be in danger or something. At first, Rose was reluctant to have him, and not me, even though he was me. But after a few minutes she agreed."

"So, you two were, like, in love?" The Doctor's answer was obvious, and he knew that Jezabell already knew the answer, so he didn't reply. Instead he just changed the subject after a moment of silence.

"You have an art show in about an hour, don't you?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, I do." Jezabell picked up her box of paintings, and started for the door. Once outside the TARDIS, the Doctor started to lock the door when Jezabell heard a sound in the bushes.

"Hello?" She called. When she looked around, there was no one there.

"It was probably just an animal." The Doctor said, looking at her.

"No, that wasn't an animal noise. It was a person." She kept looking at the bushes. After a moment, there was another rustle in the leaves.

"How can you be s-" Jezabell shushed him, and then walked closer to a bush.

"Who's there? I can hear you!" Jezabell looked into the bush, spotting a shape further in. The shape was bigger than an animal. "Who are you?" Suddenly, the person moved and emerged from the bushes.

"Alright, alright, you caught me." The man said.

"Oh, I should have known it was you! Don't you have anything better to do then to stalk me?" Jezabell shouted when she recognized the man to be that reporter, Kevin.

"Who said I was stalking you? Maybe I just like bushes?" Kevin said.

"With your camera?" Jezabell asked, annoyed.

"Sorry, but, who are you?" The Doctor asked Kevin.

"A reported named Kevin who does nothing but stalk me!" Jezabell said.

"Hey, I wasn't stalking you, I just saw you two walking to this box and wanted to know what it was. Who are you?" Kevin asked the Doctor.

"I'm the Doctor." Kevin started to lift his camera to take a picture of the doctor, but Jezabell took it from his hands.

"Hey! That's my camera! You can't just take that!"

"Yes I can." Jezabell said. "If you were taking pictures of us without our permission, then I can take your camera without your permission!" She went through the pictures in the camera and found a few of Jezabell and the Doctor walking. She also found some of her walking by herself, or with her friends. "I would delete these, but I have no idea how, but if I see a single one of these pictures anywhere, I'm suing you, or taking you to court for stalking me."

"Okay, okay." Kevin said, taking back his camera and backing up. "You won't see these anywhere."

"Good, now go! And if I see you again, I'll call the police."

"Alright, I'm going, gees!" Kevin finally left Jezabell and the Doctor.

Jezabell started to walk towards Kensington Gardens. The Doctor followed. The two of them talked a little bit. It didn't take long for Jezabell to calm down from the recent event. After a few minutes, the conversation turned back to Rose.

"What did she look like?" Jezabell asked.

"Blonde hair; blue eyes," the Doctor responded.

"What was she like?"

"She always knew what to say. Friendly, caring… What about you? Do you have anyone?"

"My boyfriend, Joey."

"What's he like?"

"He's pretty awesome, I guess. Fun to be with, most of the time… Lately, though, he's seemed a little clingy and slightly annoying." Jezabell laughed. "I have no idea why I just told you that. I haven't told anyone that." They finally reached the Gardens.

"Jezabell, there you are!" John said as Jezabell and the Doctor got to the area where the art show would take place. Then John saw the Doctor, and his expression changed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Kevin was following us again." Jezabell placed her box of paintings on one of the tables, and started to set up. John immeadently started to help. "Hey, Doctor? Do you mind setting these up on that table?" she handed him a small stack of paintings.

"Not at all," The Doctor brought over the paintings and started to place them around the table.

For the next twenty minutes, the three of them set up the area they had in the gardens for the art show. At one o'clock, people started to come to the area and look at the paintings. Very few people approached Jezabell, and if they did, it was only to tell her how great her work was.

"This is boring for one of your art shows," The Doctor whispered to Jezabell at around one thirty. "Or was that just exciting for an art show?" Jezabell laughed.

"It was exciting." She said. "It should be over soon. These types of shows don't last long; only about an hour and a half to two hours. Once it was two and a half, but there were other artists too and some were being sold."

"How can you stand there for two hours?"

"That's where my friends come in."

"Ah," The two of them stayed quite for a little longer until Jezabell spotted some lady wearing a ridicules outfit, then they started laughing.

"What's so funny?" John asked, walking over to them.

"Nothing," Jezabell said.

"No, tell me."

"Doesn't matter, she left." For the rest of the show, John kept looking over at Jezabell and the Doctor.

Once two thirty rolled around, Jezabell, John, and the doctor started cleaning up everything.

"So, I have something to confess." Jezabell said as she and the Doctor were putting paintings back in the box.

"What?" The Doctor asked.

"After you left, I did research on you."

"So does everyone."

"And what does everyone say when they tell you that?"

"Well, usually they say how everywhere I go there is danger and-or death."

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I was going to say. Anyway, when you were here last, those weird alien things came. So, what's going to happen this time?" The Doctor chuckled.

"Hopefully, nothing bad."

"Don't jinx yourself."

"You believe in jinxes?"

"Sometimes… Do you believe in ghosts, Doctor?"

"Yes,"

"Spirits?"

"Yes,"

"Good, because there is one right behind you and he's very aggressive. If you said you didn't, he'd make sure you did, and never forget it."

"Really?" The Doctor laughed. "What's his name then?"

"George,"

"And how do you know this?"

"He told me. I can see and talk to ghosts."

"Fascinating," After a moment of looking at Jezabell's face, he realized she was joking. "You're good at lying, you know."

"I do know, but I wasn't lying. I was joking. There's a difference."

"Ah, yes. Of course, how could I have forgotten?" Jezabell laughed. They were just about done packing up all the paintings. There were fewer paintings after the show than before. This was because a few people asked if they could purchase some. Jezabell left the Doctor to finish boxing the last paintings while she went to help John fold up the last table.

"Thanks for coming today, John." She said. "I'm actually really grateful partly because Joey didn't come even though he promised he would and you stand as a reminder that there are some guys in the world that keep all their promises; but also because you're my best friend and I always need you at these things."

"Really, because you didn't seem to interested in the fact I was here ever since you got here. You've basically been ignoring me the whole time. I would have left two hours ago if it weren't for my tables and the fact that I promised I'd be here." John said. He was extremely annoyed; more so than other times.

"What are you talking about, ignoring you? I haven't been ignoring you! You'd know if I was ignoring you." Jezabell normally liked to keep her temper on a low volume when she was arguing with friends, but she accidently let it rise.

"Is that so? What have you said to me the whole time we were here? 'Hi John' and 'Can you help with this?' and 'never mind, it was nothing.'"

"I have said more to you than just that!"

"No, you haven't. You've been busy talking and laughing with some guy you don't even know."

"Oh, so you don't like me making new friends? What, are you worried that I'm going to start being friends with someone else, so I'll just dump you on the side of the road? No, John, I'm not going to do that. Is there a reason that you hate me being with other people so much? I do have other friends, John. You don't own me. And I do know him otherwise; I wouldn't have let him come to my studio!"

"Did I ever say that I didn't like you being friends with other people? No! I just would think you, of all people, would make sure no one felt like a third wheel, or lonely."

"You felt lonely at an art show?"

"No, but you are the only person I know who was here, and you just ignored me!"

"You could have joined our conversations at any time! And what did you mean by me of all people?"

"I just figured that you wouldn't want other people to feel left out, because you always think about other people; you always welcome people who have nowhere else to go or talk to; and you know how it feels to be left out."

"I know how it feels to be left out. Everyone experiences being left out."

"Yeah, but since you were always alone and no one ever-"

"Don't even go there John." Jezabell's voice was no longer raised, but her temper was. She was talking quietly, but it was slightly scary. Her eyes were burning with fury. She was suddenly a frightening sight, and John knew he said too much. Jezabell stepped closer to him. "Don't you ever try to use my background to make me feel sorry for you." She let go of the part of the tale she was holding, dropping on his foot, walked to the Doctor, took her boxed paintings, and headed towards her home.

The Doctor realized she was beyond furious, and followed her. He caught up to her, but didn't say anything. Once they reached her house, Jezabell put all the paintings in her living room, and walked out again.

"Do you share the house with someone?" The Doctor asked as they were walking to the place where the TARDIS was refueling.

"Yeah, an old friend. He travels a lot, so he's rarely there. How did you know?"

"There were video games that don't seem your type; at the top of the stairs there was an open door that was most likely a guy's room. Other things like that. What's his name?"

"Jack. I've known him forever. He used to be my brother, Michaels friend. He's really the only person outside of my family that knew I existed. He used to feel bad for me, so he'd try to let me play with them, but didn't until I was seven. I got yelled at for it so I never did again. But by that time, they were getting too old for action figures and toy cars, so they started just hanging out and playing video games and stuff."

"If you never played with them, how did you two become friends?"

"When were older, like around eleven, I started hanging out with them more. Jack hated it at home, so he never wanted to hang out there. So my dad reluctantly let him come to our house. He didn't mind Jack; he minded that Jack was becoming friendly with me. Michael was about a year younger than me, and Jack is my age."

"Oh. So, you two are really close then?"

"Yeah, when he's home. I don't really get to talk to him when he's traveling. The time differences and stuff make it hard. But he's also my first friend."

"You didn't have any friends until you were eleven?"

"Nope, I didn't. I wasn't allowed. When my mom was alive, I was too shy, and then when she died, I was held captive pretty much. My dad didn't let me out of the house, and didn't like anyone to know I was alive. He hated me, and I never found out why. He just never got rid of me because my mother never allowed it, and even after she died, my father knew she would disapprove."

They reached the TARDIS. It was still there, standing tall and blue. One of the bluest blues Jezabell has ever seen. The words Police Public Call Box, shown a bright white agenst the deep blue. The Doctor pushed the door open.

"Aren't you supposed to pull it?" She asked, noticing the sign that clearly reads, Pull to Open.

"Yes," The Doctor replied.

"Then why do you push it?"

"Because I can," The answer was simple, but good enough for Jezabell.

"Where are you off to now, Time Lord?"

"Oh, I don't know. Mars, maybe? Haven't been there in a while. Maybe the planet Haniko. Or England in the 1800's, or even the 1700's. Actually, the 1600's might be interesting… Who knows? Where ever the TARDIS takes me."

"Do you have to go?"

"I'm a Time Lord. It's what I do."

"All by yourself in the mysterious depths of time and space, to discover the places no man has before, and to assist those in desperate need of not just any Doctor, but the one who does what no man can or has done before?"

"Very Poetic. And, yes."

"I am a writer, don't forget."

"Trust me, I wouldn't." Jezabell smiled.

"Well, I guess this is good bye, Time Lord."

"Not good bye. I hate good byes."

"So don't ever say it. Just say 'I'll see you later' or something."

"That could work."

"Then, I'll see you later, Time Lord."

"Come with me." Jezabell did not need a moment to register the question. She didn't need time to think. She didn't need to go back and let her friends know she was leaving, or to get anything, or even to make sure it was a smart idea. She didn't do anything, accept enter her new magical life, and go with him.