The Unexpected Hero

The Madman in a Box

LACEY

What was Rubie doing?! She loves that old television show as much as I do. Especially since the mad man was freaking Eleven! Oh, I think God loves me. Hey, I'm not obsessed. I just have a passionate love for him...

Obsession. That's a stupid word. I call it fangirling... but according to my dictionary no such word exists. Not yet, anyway. I need to coin that word around a bit more.

I kept looking over my shoulder, thinking that the raggedy man would follow. Gosh, who am I? Amy Pond?!

Rubie muttered something unintelligible under her breath, glaring at me with no hesitation.

"What?" I grumbled, not wanting a reply. She kept a tight pinch grip on my arm, stopping me suddenly. I spun around. He wasn't in view anymore, and neither was his phone box.

"Lacey, don't," Rubie began as I searched my bag for my phone, or some camera equipped device I had. I ignored her as I took steps back to where we had escaped from, seeing the Doctor laying by his TARDIS, waiting.

"What are you doing?" His voice boomed, startling me as I attempted to silently approach him. "I can't really make an excuse, can I?" I smirked, staring at him in embarrassing bewilderment.

He jumped to his feet, making me realise that I stood close. Too close. I smiled at him, feeling idiotic. He smiled back, but it was a cunning and devious contrast to my kind grin. His bow tie and suit was dirty. I love bow ties.

"What is your name?" He asked, his tone of voice low and bothered. I eyed him, lifting my hand up to brush grass of his shoulder.

"Lacey," I answered, biting my lip. My fringe hung unusually low over my eyes, giving me a quick distraction to calm down my fantasised brain.

"What a stupid, pointless name," he snorted. I disregarded his comment and watched the TARDIS cautiously as it hissed or sighed. Rubie trudged towards us now, anger radiating off her like she just noticed I left.

"Get back here!" She instructed. Woah, why was she so... Ugh. I felt the Doctor's lingering presence behind me. His fingers were rubbing on the ends of my hair, which made me feel awkward.

"Doctor," I hissed under my breath, "please stop."

His laugh was musical and daunting, making me grin a little. Why the hell was I smiling?

"You're nice, Lacey," the Doctor sniggered, "a hidden nice. Not that type of nice where you do whatever you can for people..." I cut out when he began to ramble, although I particularly loved those parts.

"Lacey!" Rubie yelled.

"Shut up!" Doctor screamed back. I examined the TARDIS. The door looked broken; and the sign above it looked beyond it.

I ran my index finger down the side of the injured time-travelling-teleporter, expecting it to be a lot smoother that it was. But it was corse, like splintered logs.

"Ouch," I wailed, feeling the prickles dig into my skin. I gave up, now facing the Doctor and Rubie. A wave of hurt and hopelessness ran through me. He wasn't the Doctor from the TV show.

He probably is just a rude morphing alien who found the TV show and decided to take on the form of my all time favourite character and come to Earth to taunt me.

No matter what I'll still love the Doctor.

... I really hope I didn't say that out loud. Rubie would attack me (now, with her new attitude and all) for no reason apparent to me. Does she know something I don't? Or am I just going crazy.

But the main thing annoying me that she had made me wonder is...

There is no 'Doctor'.

There is just a fucking lunatic who claims to be my madman in a box.