As soon as Lila stepped into the blue box, she immediately knew it was a very bad idea.
Big. Huge. Massive and weird.
The Doctor-man was grinning at her, like a little boy showing off his toy car collection. It was like he knew exactly what she was going to do and say and was just waiting for her to say it. But there was this little nagging thought flying through her head…
"If you stabbed one of the outside walls, like, the sides or the back, where would the blade come through?"
The man stared at her blankly. 'Good question. One I don’t want to try to find out on purpose. No stabbing my tardis." He spun around and jumped up to the circle desk thing in the middle.
"Your what, sorry? Tar-din?"
He shot her a comically disgusted look. "TARDIS. For a little kid like you its probably all too complicated, but in words you'll hopefully get, without asking too many more questions, it's a time machine."
The Clara woman took Lila's hand and they walked up to the platform. The man was doing circuits of what were probably the controls, turning on this and that. The buttons and things all looked really random and mashed up; there was a type-writer, a weird spinny thing, lots of flashy buttons and a cool looking handle, sort of like those switches that they apparently have for big electrical things. Lila took a tiny step closer to have a better look, and flipped a little miniscule switch.
The Doctors face appeared around the glass tube in the middle. "Excuse you, but if you feel like getting squished into a tiny spot in space just keep playing with the buttons. Well, that one's ok. That just turns the bubbles in the pool on and off."
Lila looked a little worried even. "Pool? Bubbles? Is there anything in here you don’t have?"
He grinned like the little boy again. "Actually, now that you mention it, I don't have any curtains on my windows." He pointed at the little frosted glass windows set into the door, "I have this old blind thing back in a pile somewhere, but I don't really think the colours would work very well."
"And also the fact that they would be a lot longer than the doors." The woman smirked at the Doctor.
"I still don’t know who you are, either of you. But, err, I'm Lila, I'm fourteen and yeah you know I'm panphobic already so…"
"Well I'm Clara, Clara Oswald, and that’s the Doctor." He stuck his head around again and gave a happy wave.
"The Doctor. Just the Doctor?" Lila looked sceptical.
"Just Doctor."
"So where are we going? Tell me Lila, where is the best place to help you?" The Doctor patted the console, "She can hear you, you know. Just ask."
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The Puppeteer of Palladia
Fanfiction*Doctor Who Fan-fic* Panphobia: Fear of everything. Not a good phobia to have when you find yourself on the biggest adventure in your life. For Lila Mon Harde, this is her harsh reality. Faced with the oncoming threat of her having to move to a ment...
