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Chapter 2
What in the world? He fought hard to resist the moan trying to escape his lips. Geesh not even the Daleks could give me such a head-ache... he almost laugh at his own joke even if his head throbbed, but heard a sound in the corner of the room and froze. Who the heck is in my room? Straining his ears he sound something like small minute scratches, like a rodents but they seem precise and continuous. A pause, and sound of paper shifting, giving into temptation he rose his head and looked to said corner.
An extremely bushy haired girl was seated at what appeared to be a new desk in his room, writing on parchment with a quill.
He had not made a sound yet the girl, correction woman, looked up and saw him.
"You're awake," she sounded calm.
At his confused face she stood and came closer.
"My name is Doctor Granger and you are safe in your room. Can you tell me your name?" After a long pause where he just stared at her she frowned, "can you understand me? Do you know who you are?"
"Doctor," he said in a croak, his throat was dry as the Sahara!
"Yes Doctor Granger, but here," she handed him a cup of water.
After two gulps of water he tried again, "No, my name is Doctor."
"Oh," she said with a blush, "my apologies, so -er-, Doctor, could you tell me what happened?"
That's what I am trying to figure out. "How did you get into the TARDIS?"
"The what- oh the machine? Is that what you call it, the TARDIS? Oh, well, that would make it useful rather than calling it just machine right. And here I thought it was just a portkey of some sort combined with an enlarged living arrangement, and well not that I mind that it has a name, or that it makes it important. The point being that you seemed to have suffered an accident in your mode of transportation but I deemed it necessary that you illustrate the series of events to see if there was anything I missed." She said in what seemed to be 10 seconds.
Holly bananas she talked fast, oh wait she asked me something. "-Er- What?"
"What happened to you?" she asked again slower this time and a red tint on her ears. She tended to get carried away and talk fast at times like these.
"I crashed the TARDIS..." he said calmly holding his head. "OH NO I CRASHED THE TARDIS!"
Before Hermione could do anything he bolted out of bed and ran out of the room to the control room, she could just follow. "The machine is fine I extinguished the fire when I first came in!" She called after him.
After running five times around the controls checking everything did he slump in the chair nearby. "Where am I anyways?" The Doctor asked.
"Well in London, was this not the destination you had planned?" Hermione asked her brows knitting.
"Destination?"
"Well you did just appear in front of me in this police box I would assume that you were traveling here and something went askew?"
She said I just appeared out of nowhere and she is calm about it? "What year is this?" That could explain it maybe I'm in future London, when they invent the teleport system, except that wouldn't explain why she was writing in quill and why she is dressed in those clothes.
Now she frowned, "2005. What year were you expecting," she said half joking.
"Why were you writing with a quill?"
"I... I was just taking some notes on a book from your library to make sure you were alright," another blush rising to her cheeks.
A low hum and a whine sounded and the Doctor frowned at the TARDIS and looked back at the woman, her eyes had widen and she was biting on her lower lip, "wha-"
"Where are you from?"
"Excuse me?"
"What galaxy? Maybe from another universe entirely, not that it would matter, I'm babbling again." Her mouth closed with an audible snap. After a deep breath she tried again, "Where are you from?"
"What do you mean? You think I'm an alien?" He needed to buy time and fish for information, who was this girl?
"I know so," she said with a proud smile.
"Is that so?" The Doctor asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
She raised a hand and pointed at him, "bi-cardiac system," she announced with a smirk.
He scrunched up his face, "really that's all you got?"
Hermione wouldn't give in and her smirk grew, "it's all I need, Time Lord."
"WHAT? How did you know that? Who are you?" For once the Doctor almost losing his ever present calm.
"Calm down, it will do you no good getting agitated like that," Hermione backtracked. Just because she was excited to talk to an alien did not mean she could poke and prod to her like. "How about we sit down, and talk, hmm?"
He made a great fuss about it but finally sat down almost like a petulant child that didn't like not being able to do what it pleased and instead had to follow orders. Well, Hermione had had plenty of that before, she just smiled.
"What would you like to know?"
"Who are you?"
"I said, Doctor Hermione Granger," she almost laughed at his eye roll and waving of hands. "I am 22 years old, live in London, only child from a pair of Dentist, and a Doctor at a nearby Hospital. I have a cat and live alone. I have a weakness for books and-"
"Are you going to tell me your full bio?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No, I like to answer fully to questions," she blushed and remembered potions class, then a sadness filled her eyes at her poor professor.
"How do you know about me? About the Time Lords?" The Doctors worlds snapped her back to reality.
"That's what I was doing back in your room, I was reading a book of 'Time Lord and their anatomy' by The Historian. Is that how your people are called? Just a single word that defines your title?" She asked curiously.
"-Eh- no, it's a title you choose when you grow to and when you pass, -ah- test..." He looked at her curiously, from what he remembered that was a rather advanced text, "what else do you know, and where did you get that book?"
"Well the book I got it from your library and-"
"My library?" How did she find my library? oh... "The TARDIS." He turned around and glared at the machine, almost as if he had an accusatory glance that screamed betrayal. The machine did the whining noise again, Hermione understood now the machines hesitancy to give the information.
She stood up and stood in between them, "Hey it's not her fault, don't be so mean!" Great from trying to save elves to defending machines feelings.
The machine hummed very softly and the Doctors eyes widened a smile twitching at the edge of his lips. "Well, she likes you."
Hermione turned and smiled at the machine as it hummed again, "She was just concerned that she hit you on the head when you crashed and worried that you didn't immediately regenerate and fixed yourself. That's why she let me see your books, but wouldn't let me pull out books that weren't of your basic anatomy." She stuck her tongue out at the machine, which retaliated with a odd grumbling sound almost like a laugh.
"So why didn't I?"
"Huh?"
"Why didn't I regenerate?"
"OH! Well... I haven't figured that out yet," She said with a pout and her eyebrows furrowed.
Hmm she doesn't like not knowing things. "So, what do you know?"
"Well, Time Lords from Gallifrey, where ever that is, they are pretty alike humans, same digestive, endocrine, vascular, nervous and etc. system, you have two hearts, you have a regeneration system that is way more powerful that can restore a body from the brink of death. It does although have to change appearance if the damage to the body is too great. Great stamina, tolerant to many poisons, and can practically live forever." She paused to ponder, "Is that why you are called Time Lords because you can just sit back or travel from planet to planet until the end of time?"
It took a minute to understand how this girl knew so much and how she was so calm about it, like she saw aliens every other day. "Well, not exactly-"
"Hmmm, maybe now I can borrow other books," she looked in the direction of the library, thinking of some cultural background research would be good.
As if sensing her thoughts The Doctor stood and clapped his hands, "London you said, I love London. London is always nice, I could use a cuppa too!" Pulling on his jacket and grabbing Hermione's elbow he turned to the door. "Let go to London!"
He pulled her out the door ignoring her "heys," "buts," and "wait." He inhaled loudly and walked down the alley as if he knew exactly where he was.
Sighing Hermione went as expected running after The Doctor, "There is a coffee shop just around the corner," she said when she finally caught up.
"Hmm? Coffee? Who wants coffee? Nah that's boring, let's go somewhere better, somewhere exciting!" He said with a glint in his eyes.
"Woah there adventure guy," Hermione said laughing, "until your regeneration comes back you should be careful or you might die this time. For reals."
A pout formed on the Gallifreyian's mouth and Hermione fought not to laugh, lips twitching anyways.
"Ok, what do you want to do?"
"To the adventure of course!" He said walking off into the street, Hermione throwing up her hands and following after.
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Hermione had to fight the crowd, why am I even running after him? Here I am running after a guy again probably gonna get into trouble like always... A smile bloomed on her lips.
"Doctor, where are we going?" Hermione asked finally catching up with him.
"Ah, here we are The Times!" he said grabbing a paper and reading the headline.
"Really?" She asked looking at the man in front of him, "Adventures on the papers?"
"Well, you see here you can see what problems there are in the world in a single sheet of paper," he said scanning the page. "Ah-ha!" The Doctor said pointing at a tiny column on the newspaper.
"Seriously? 'Two muggles kidnapped by the dead?'" Hermione laughed, "that belongs to the Quibbler."
"Muggles? Quibbler?" The Doctor stared at her, head tilted to the side. Muggles, fictional term for a non magical folk, 'Who are you?' 'I said, Doctor Hermione Granger,' Hermione, the know-it-all golden girl of the trio, best friend of "Harry Potter."
"Oh, here we are back to Harry again," she muttered. Why is it always about him and me just cast aside as the intelligent best friend?
The Doctor now looked, really looked at the woman in front of him, "but of course, the morbid curiosity, great intelligence to read my books, the need to write with quill, and the bushy hair," he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close, "HOW?"
"Let go off me," she said calmly and the Doctor felt something under his chin, glancing down was what he could assume be her wand, "now I don't really know who you are or what your intentions are but no one grabs at me like that. Nod your head slowly if you understood."
The Doctor just tensed and nodded, wow, your an idiot. From her position and looks I would say that the final battle is over. She seems past twenty and trying to grab her as I did would probably seem like an attack the way she has lived... so let go now. With a blush he let his hands relax and tried to give her a little space, "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize, sorry." He cleared his throat trying to get rid of the awkwardness.
Hermione lowered her wand, still looking at the Time Lord a little weary.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere less crowded," he said turning around to start walking, his mind screaming one word over and over, how?
This time Hermione kept a few feet in between.
Once they reached an alley he turned and tried to take out his sonic from his coat, but Hermione's wand made a reappearance. "Easy, it's just my screwdriver," pulling it out slowly.
"That does not look like a screwdriver," Hermione's wand was vibrating when at proximity of the foreign device.
"Well," dragging out the word, "it's because it's a sonic one."
"And, what exactly do you plan to do with it?"
"Relax, I just want to take a reading of your vitals." How? How? How? How can this be Hermione Granger? Magic doesn't even exist!
The blue light danced on Hermione's panes as the Doctor scanned up and down, then scrunching up his face tried to read the nonsense it was spewing. "Well?"
Replacing the sonic in his pocket he looked at the woman, witch, in front of him, "Inconclusive." Slowly he raised his hands to the level of her head, "may I...?" Doctor said placing his hands on her head and bringing her close maybe if I can read her mind...
Eyebrows knit Hermione let him draw her near and as their foreheads touched she felt a probe in her mind. Well if that's not rude.
Blank mind, not even emotions, that's odd let me see if I go-
'This is a private mind, please exit before you regret it' materialized in front of his eyes.
"What?" Doctor asked stepping back once more.
"Surely you have heard of occlumency right?" Hermione said with a smirk crossing her arms.
He wanted to face palm, Of course... maybe I need to re-read the books.
"Now since you were so rude as to try to invade my mind let's see about you," she raised her wand, "legilimence."
-magic doesn't exist!-
-I'm the Doctor!-
-Are you my mummy?-
-Fantastic, absolutely fantastic!-
- exterminate! exterminate! exter-
-Allonsy!-
-Cyberman, run!-
-last chance to say it-
-Rose Tyler...-
"Stop," he pleaded, falling to his knees.
Hermione was down in an instant, "Oh no, I'm sorry I didn't meant to..."
He was grabbing his head "stop..."
"Hold on, I'll get us some help.." and with a pop they disappeared.