Chapter 11:

The Doctor was knocking hard on the door.

"Jezabell, what are you doing?" He shouted through the blue painted wood. Jezabell was sitting on the floor beside the trashcan, shaking. She was sure it had worked; otherwise she wouldn't feel like this, right? The Doctor kept knocking, trying to get in.

"Jezabell, please, let me in." He was worried, but Jezabell didn't think she could stand. She was sure she hadn't locked the door, just closed it. Maybe the TARDIS locked it. It is her door after all. Inside the trash bin, there was greenish goo that floated around along with that morning's breakfast. Revolted, Jezabell moved her head away before she puked again. Luckily, not much of a smell filled the air, so it wasn't so bad.

The knocking stopped. I guess they finally gave up. Jezabell thought. She was very wrong. Soon, the knocking had turned into banging. They were loud, big bangs that could only come from a body slamming agenst the door.

"You're going to hurt her!" The Doctors voice shouted. He meant the TARDIS, not Jezabell. Clearly, it was Jack who was trying to break in.

"I don't care. What if those weird things hurt Jezabell?" Jack responded, just as loud. The Doctor had nothing to say to that so he just let Jack continue. Eventually, the TARDIS seemed to be tired and just sung open the door, causing Jack to tumble into the room. It took him a moment before he saw Jezabell leaning agenst the wall. "Are you alright?" He asked, rushing to her side. The Doctor stayed a few feet away.

"Yeah, I just- I'm fine." She said, sitting up more. The Doctor leaned over the trash bin to see what was inside.

"Why didn't I ever think of that?" He said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Because it's disgusting," Jezabell answered. "I probably wouldn't have agreed to it if you thought of it earlier. It's been so long since I've made myself do that, I wouldn't want to go back to that."

"You- you threw up? That's nasty. Why?" Jack asked, peering over the edge as well.

"To get them out. I thought I could force them out of me. It worked."

"Brilliant really," the Doctor said. "Now, does anyone have matches?"

Fifteen minutes later, The Doctor, Jack, and Jezabell were outside the TARDIS watching the little trash bin burn and melt. They were in the woods in a small area meant for camping. They added sticks and things to the bucket so that it would burn better. At first, it was hard for Jezabell to watch. It was the first bon fire that she went to since Sarah's death. She could distantly hear screaming in the back of her mind. The Doctor seemed to sense her uneasiness and reached out to hold her hand. She didn't hesitate to take it. Jack glanced at them, but they didn't notice. Jack was thinking about Rose. He didn't want Jezabell to have a similar fate; stranded far apart from the man she loved, never able to see him again.

After a few more moments of watching the Valu-Sapes burn, the Doctor suggested they go back to the TARDIS and go somewhere exciting.

"Aren't you coming?" Jezabell asked Jack, who lingered behind.

"I really shouldn't. At least, not now. I have to go explain to John, Christina, and them where you are." He replied.

"You're really going to tell them that I'm travelling through time and space in a blue police box that's bigger on the outside with a nine-hundred year old man?"

"What are you talking about? You're taking some time off traveling around Europe. What is this time and space travel? No such thing, Jezabell, get your head out of the clouds." Jack smiled, and so did Jezabell.

"I prefer the clouds." She waved, and then went back into the blue box, where her new friend waited for her.

"So, Doctor," She said, walking around the man wearing the same blue suit as always who stood at the center console. "Where to next?"

"Your turn to pick; time or space?" He asked.

"Hmm, I think I'll choose time. How about the future? Oh, or the past! Ugh, I don't know! Somewhere exciting."

"I think I know where to take you. How about we go back to the time of one of the greatest writers of all time? Well, okay, maybe not the greatest writer, but the creator of an amazing character that has lived with us since eighteen eighty six, until now and will always be with us!"

"You talk fast when your excited, Doctor. Who are we meeting?" the Doctors excitement seemed to make its way to Jezabell because she got excited as well.

"Oh, you're really going to like this! The man who created the fandoms.; the very father of Sherlock Holmes!"

"Oh. My. God. Your not- you're really- we're going- Sherlock-Conan Doyle- we're really-" Jezabell couldn't even talk straight. The Doctors eyes seemed to glow. Eventually, she just let out a little squeal of excitement that lasted for about three minutes then another few moments of not properly breathing.

"Yes, we're going to meet Arthur Conan Doyle."

"Omigod I love you!" Jezabell gave the Doctor a huge hug before returning to her state of breathless stuttering. "We're going- and him- Holmes- going to meet- Omigod- I can't- gah!" The Doctor excitedly started pushing buttons and pulling levers while Jezabell stood to the side trying to breath. She was actually about to meet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of her all-time favorite books. Will it be before he created Sherlock Holmes, or after? Will he be married to Louisa Hawkins or Jean Leckie? Or will they both be dead? For Jezabell, meeting this man was like meeting the queen. She started imagining many different scenarios in here head, and deciding how she should act and talk. Suddenly, the TARDIS began to make loud noises and shake violently. Jezabell had to hold on to a railing to keep from falling.

"What's happening?" She shouted to a confused Doctor.

"I don't know! We were going through time, when she just started acting up! I must have hit the wrong button." He replied, also trying to keep from falling.

"Doctor, you should know by now not to push a machines buttons!" Even in a time of possible emergency, Jezabell could think of a small joke to lighten the mood. It seemed to work because the Doctor laughed as the TARDIS started getting more stable. He pushed more buttons and pulled more levers before the TARDIS landed with a hard thud.

Everything was quiet as Jezabell and the Doctor stood there, as if waiting for something to happen. They stared at each other for a minute before dashing to the door. When they opened it, they slowly poked their heads out. The TARDIS had landed in someone's living room. The walls were pale blue with a dark blue fame. There was a fireplace with many pictures over the mantel piece. Agenst another was a dark blue leather couch and a matching loveseat agenst the third wall. The black coffee table held a stack of mail and a light pink mug. The carpet was also light blue and very soft and thick.

Slowly, the two travelers exited the TARDIS to have a closer look around. The pictures, Jezabell saw, were of a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a man. Not just any man; the Doctor. Before Jezabell could ask, there was a small gasp that filled the silent air, causing her and the Doctor to spin around. Facing them was the same girl, but very shocked. Behind her, was the Doctor. But the Doctor was beside Jezabell as well, just as shocked.

"Rose," He said.