Hey Homies! I had so much more I wanted to add to this chapter, but I couldn't for length reasons. I have tons of tricks up my sleeves so keep reading and share this with people! It means a ton to see how many of you are reading this :)
As always, it means a shitton to me to get a review so please tell me. Also I'm wondering what are your headcanons about Stella and her dad. Don't worry you'll find out more about that soon.
Funfact: In the upcoming chapters there will be some kinda supernatural stuff, not enough to be a crossover but you'll see. If you don't watch the show Supernatural, you'll still get it don't worry.
Anywho, thats all for now...
Let's Read!
I walk around, I'm absorbing everything. It's like a sensory explosion. The Doctor landed the T.A.R.D.I.S. in view of the of The Palace of Versailles. The skies are pink, and void of all clouds. It's warm and the sun is beginning to set and the streets are cobblestoned and the lanterns on the sidewalks are starting to flicker on preparing themselves for a summer night in Paris and there are couples kissing and people walking out of a nearby bakery with breads in their hands and I can smell fresh pastries wafting out of the door and the cars on the street are old and probably the first and I smell cheese and wine from a cafe down the street and I hear a man playing accordion and singing and my heart hums La vie en rose by Louis Armstrong and I fill humid air on my skin and the Doctor holds my hand and his hand is warm and there for me and I am happy because I am not alone. I am happy.
All the books I've escaped to about the jazz age, the flappers. All the hours I've spent on Google earth, images, and with my head burrowed into travel books. All the jazz and French music I've listened to from this city and this time. And now. Now I am here. It brings me to tears.
"Why are you crying?" asked the doctor
"I just haven't been this happy in- well I can't even remember"
He smiles at me and I can tell he is happy and I can tell he hasn't been in a long time either. I'd like to say thanks and ask why me, why he is doing all this for me ,when no one else has done anything for me, except Dad. I don't think he would even understand why I am so happy, why I need to say thanks, why I can't comprehend how someone is being good to me. But I don't. I just squeeze his hand, and he squeezes mine. And the way both take a stride towards the palace tells me he understands.
We walk towards the palace. We enter through a massive golden doorway to the gardens of flowers and lovely shrubs all sheared in the shape of women, cones, flowers, men. The people being in the headless roman style. There are huge fountains gushing water and a perfect circle reflection pool. The moon shimmers into it and I dip in a hand, touching the moon. It ripples out slowly into little circles across the pool.
"It would be fun to go to the moon" I say more to myself than to the Doctor, in a surreal state, forgetting that with his help I probably actually could go.
"There's a great theme park up there. Wonderful roller coasters." You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
The Palace is the epitome of French classical architecture. I walk up the door to open it and pull but it only budges a little. Oh how I would love to go inside and see it, but its locked.
"Can you get in?"
"No, it's locked"
"Oh that's a pity. I guess we'll just have to go some other time"
"Can't we just take the T.A.R.D.I.S. straight into here? Don't you have something- you're a time traveling alien and you can't even pick a lock or something?"
"Oh wait. Maybe I can get us in" he grins and puts his hand inside his coat and whips out a kind of little laser pointer thingy with a blue light. He puts it on my noise and pokes it "Boop!"
"And what is that alien technology you just boop-ed me with?"
"It's a sonic screwdriver"
"Great, now are you gonna laser blast the door open?" I say while taking a few steps back.
"No. This doesn't make lasers. That would hurt people. Doesn't hurt, doesn't maim, doesn't kill. But I'll tell you what it does do- It is very good at opening doors" and with that he points the sonic screwdriver at the door and it flings wide open.
"You like drama, don't you?"
"You like being critical, don't you?"
"Well actually yes. Yes, I do!"
"Man, you would have loved Donna"
"You keep talking about her, tell me what happened to her"
"Well- that's a story for another time." He Runs into the front room of the palace a stares back at me his eyebrows cartoonish high "ALLONSY!"
When the doctor and I leave the palace its already dark. We walk on the cobblestone streets of Paris at night and look up at the clear dark blue night sky light up by the Eiffel tower, like the north star, and yellow streetlights. We cross a bridge and I look down and I look all around and a gust of wind whips around our hair and I hug the doctor. Just 24 hours ago I was on a bridge hugging the doctor feeling the complete opposite of what I do now.
And old, er probably new, car drives past and stops. It is red with circular headlights and curtained windows, probably a crossley car or something. Out from the window a voice yells "Nous allons à une fête, entrer!" (We're going to a party, get in!) and the doctor looks at me as if asking me if I want to go and this time I am the one to take the first step towards the car.
When we land at the party there is soft jazz playing with piano and a singer. All the dresses have fringes that move when people swing and deep cuts into the back, and the girls have their hair pinned up short like mine. There are so many sequins and women with long gloves. I see one even wearing a boa scarf thing (like the guys do at pride parades!). The men all wear three piece suits with bowties. I catch the doctor staring at one of them the way my older brother used to stare at girls in yoga pants. Is the doctor gay or maybe he has a thing for bowties?
A man at the door offers to take my coat and I hang it to him. Its once it's gone that I remember that I chose a sleeveless dress, and that my arms are exposed. My scars are deep and ugly up and down it. The man looks at me funny and the Doctor looks down at my arms. He takes my hand and kisses me on the wrist.
"Don't do that to yourself anymore. You're too important for that"
Before I could tell him that I'm not important a fast song picks up and everyone heads out to the dance floor, a young blonde grabs the doctor by the collar and they dance. They're so happy, and after seeing how sad he is earlier in the T.A.R.D.I.S. I almost don't mind sitting in the corner as everyone dances, this time it's okay.
As the song starts to end a woman comes up to be, she has a roman nose and deep brown eyes, sultry makeup and smudged lipstick, a glass of wine in her hand and a love mark on her neck. Her hair is falling out of its pins and her heels are scraped. The way she looks, the way she walks, everything she does looks sexual.
"What are those hideous marks on your arms? You really should wear gloves next time- maybe then you'd have someone to dance with" she laughs at me, and strokes the inside of my arm. I stand there dumbstruck, no one has ever been so blunt about my scars with me they usually smirk and look away. For once I can't think of a witty remark I just stare at her scared hoping she'll disappear. Does she even know what these are? People didn't cut in the 1920s.
"Humph, how'd you even get in here anyways? You look like a mutt. You can't be all negro, are you colored?"
I didn't answer.
"Well, girl tell me. It's a simple question. Or do you not know?" after realizing she had hit a nerve she smiles "I hear a lot of negro fathers leave- did yours?"
My hands clench into fists. I glare at her. And then I slap her hard across the cheek.
"Don't you dare talk about mydad!" I shout. I didn't notice the doctor and the woman coming back over here, until I hear a shrill giggle.
"Oh Amelie, you witch, you've had that coming for a long time!" yelled the woman who danced with the Doctor. Amelie tossed her white wine in the woman's face, who just laughed and said some questionable words, as Amelie stomped away in her heels.
"Hi, I'm Zelda" said the giggly woman extending a hand.
"You're American"
"We'll last time I checked I was!"
She hands a gin and tonic she grabbed off a server's plate, as a reached out for it the doctor slapped my wrist, and took it for himself, explaining that I didn't drink due to religious reasons and glared at me.
"Hey Scott!" she yelled, this woman likes to yell, across the room at a man smoking a cigarette, he looked up and walked over holding Zelda by the waist.
"Hello there, Old sports" he said to us
"Wait" it had finally clicked. "You're the Fitzgerald's!" I looked at the Doctor "THEY'RE THE FITZGERALDS!" I mouthed to him.
"Mm, and What's it to you?" said Scott, not paying too much attention
"Oh my god. Oh my. asdfghjkl ever since I read Gatsby in English 10 and saw the mov-
I felt a sharp jab in my ribs, "It hasn't happened yet" said the Doctor in my ear.
"Well, aren't you a little firecracker, Ms.. umm.." Zelda said loudly
"Stella"
"Beautiful name, I hate my mother for mine- among other things" Zelda smiled and I could tell she was one of those people who covered their past with a laugh and smile "How about you guys come over to our place for a drink? We have nonalcoholic drinks too, and the Doctor tells me you're a reader, Scott and you could talk about literature"
"Oh yes, I never tire of that topic" Scott chimes in "So, Would you like to come?"
"A drink with you two, Oh YES"
As we walk out I step on my tip toes and whisper into the doctor's ear "Is this the real life or is this just fantasy?"
"I don't know but it's an escape from reality, look up to the skies and-
"Allonsy" I mock him, with a wink.
Are you guys liking the Donna references as much as I love writing them? Also look at the french music I was listening to to get in the mood of this chapter here ( /purpleserotonin/french-songs-that-make-you-happy- while-you-re-drinking-a-cup-of-coffee)
Please review- like I said above I'd love to hear your headcanons and theories for EVERYTHING. (I might even take them into suggestion for the story, who knows?)