"I wanna know what you're thinking
There is some things you can't hide
I wanna know what you're feeling
Tell me what's on you mind"
-"What's On Your Mind", by: Information Society.
***
"There is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than... " Beatrix starts.
"Why on Earth are you quoting 'The Lion King'?" I ask with a slight grin on my face. "You seem like a person who would quote Shakespeare..." I laugh.
"Ha-ha, Alessa." Beatrix fakes a laugh, "Stack those books."
"Planned on it." I say aloud with a laugh. It soon fades as I catch a glimpse of somebody. My smile fades as my head quickly whips around.
"Something wrong?"Beatrix asks.
"No, just some guy is watching me." I say to myself. She walks away, in the huge library to somewhere I don't know. I stack the books by author, and categories. I hum to myself before I slowly get quieter. I spin around behind me, feeling someone there, but no one is. I slowly turn back around only to be face to mace with a smiling man. I jump back in surprise.
"Hello there!" The smiling man says, with a waving hand. He wears a blue pinstripe suit, a tie, and a pair of converse.
"Hello..." I say. "Can I help you?" I ask.
"Well, yes. My friend here and I are looking for something. Well, a book." He says, pointing to the woman walking up behind him. She has long red hair with bangs. She also wears hoop earrings.
"Hello, I'm Donna." She smiles as she holds her hand out of me to shake. I take it, and reply back.
I look back at the peculiar man. "What book are you looking for?" I ask.
"I can't say... But it is a blue journal, and it looks like a police box..." He says and suddenly red flashing lights go off in my head.
My journal.
Instinctively I reach my hand into my coat pocket, and I feel it in there. "Mmm, haven't seen one here." I say, "But why are you looking for it?" I ask.
"I'm looking for the owner of it." He says with a smile, as his accent pokes through. His smile, it looks fake, and underneath he looks sad. Like years have worn him down. Heart broken. Sad. Made too many mistakes.
"Oh, well, I'll keep an eye out for it." I say, lying but still wearing a smile. I turn on the ball of my foot, and walking away.
Why is that man looking for me? Why?
***
For the past couple of days I've been sitting at home. I've been pondering over the fact of why this man was asking for my journal...
Why is this man looking for my journal? Why is my journal being looked for?
I shrug off my thoughts and grab my coat. I've had this coat for over two hundred years. It's been through so much with me- well, it had been through so much with me. I don't travel anymore, haven't for almost a hundred years. Never needed to, there was always someone taking care of the bad. I haven't even been in my TARDIS in a while. Well, that's a lie. I believe, maybe thirty years ago I went in there to grab my coat that I'm wearing.
I shrug my thoughts away, again, before walking out my door. My converse tied and ready, I casually walk to the breakfast shop down the street. The bell above the door rings as I walk in with a smile on my face.
"Good morning!" I call to the woman behind the counter. I sit on a bar stool, and rest my elbows on the counter.
"What can I do for you, Hun?" The older woman asks.
"Lets see... May I have a cup of tea and a muffin?" I ask, and she scurries off to make me my things. She soon comes back, and I pay her. I sit there eating my food when the man walks in again.
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Left Behind {Doctor Who/Tenth Doctor}
Fanfiction#6 in #tenthdoctor She escaped the Time War. She stole a TARDIS and ran. She left everything behind. Her family, her friends, and her soulmate. She thought she left him there to die. If only she knew he was alive and searching for her. Tenth Doct...
