The Man From Her Dreams ☾ Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter 4~ Rescued

19 years Elizabeth pov:

That day was my last day in the orphanage. I couldn't believe I was finally free. Free to start a new life, perhaps travel. I never liked staying still. I liked to run and run and run again.

I was finally able to leave the place where I was considered insane. It was everything I wanted since I was brought in there when I was 5. Well, I also wanted to see the Doctor again. That smug little smile of his, his childishly sparkling eyes and God, that brilliant hair. Okay, sounded too obsessed, didn't I?

The point is, I very much wanted to see him. At least once more. But unluckily, I haven't. Not since that night.

That gloomy day of December, I was hanging around the city as I usually did in evenings. From how shiny, sparkly and pretty London was, you could guess Christmas was approaching.

I kept walking on, kids laughing around me and their mothers telling them to be good, otherwise Santa wouldn't have come.

I couldn't help but smirk at this. I never got a present from Santa but, when little, I never doubted of him existing. Even now I, though not aloud, acknowledged his existence.

I never wanted to stop believing in magic. Because, even though it sounds terribly cliché, the Doctor was somehow something magical to me. A mystery even. Though still secretly hoping that he would've showed up all of a sudden, jumped out from behind a corner or a cake, I pushed the thought of him away. Christmas was approaching and no one should be sad at this time of the year.

With this thought in my head, I kept walking. Walking and walking, not exactly knowing where I was directed. I just followed my instinct and went where my legs brought me. That, until I looked up and I noticed I was on a completely desert street. I just shrugged and started walking again, humming the melody from before. Suddenly I heard a strange noise.

Or it was that noise. That beautiful and magical noise. Yet it was strange. I looked around begging in my mind that what I heard was actually the TARDIS and I haven't dreamt about it. The second later the TARDIS appeared in the sky, from something that looked like a portal.

«Doctor.» I told myself looking up at the time machine and smiling hopefully. Suddenly it slammed into a building. I cocked my head to the side, confusingly «Doctor?»

It was way strange for the Doctor to don't know how to fly the TARDIS. Well, not considering the fact that he failed his test on flying her. I then noticed that the TARDIS was flying directly on me, slamming into other buildings in her way.

«Oh-Oh.» I whispered still looking up. I started running not from it but to it, 'cause every time that in the movies someone runs from something, it ends falling on them. Let's say 50% percent of the times.

So I ran to it and, when it was about to hit the ground, I slid above and I ducked. I heard a big smash behind me, so I jumped back on my feet and I spun.

Strangely the time machine was perfectly fine and perfectly standing straight on the street. I smirked. «You're used to this, aren't you?» I asked. I then ran to it stopping in front of the doors. My heart beat quickly in my chest, risking to jump out of it in any second. I was scared to face the Doctor again.

After all this years...

But is he fine? I needed to check it.

I stepped towards the TARDIS but then got back again, still scared. «Come on, Elizabeth. What if he needs help? What if he's dying?» I asked myself aloud, through my gritted teeth.

"Idiot, he can regenerate." a voice in my mind reminded. True. Oh, my gosh I'm starting to forget. No, this needs to stop. Now. I approached the blue box and was about to knock when the doors opened and a tall's head man, with brown eyes and messy hair, popped out. His eyes scanned the area only to then stuck down on me.