My Mad Doctor

Chapter 7

“That was…” The Doctor started when they had left. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.” I blushed at his words and brushed some of the dirt from my shoulders.

“Well, someone here has to be intelligent. I figured it might as well be me.” I said with a grin. The Doctor was too excited by my small victory to care about that insult.

“Sure, Violet Grace. Whatever you say.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked back up at me, a sad smile on his face.

“I hate to ruin the moment, but this doesn’t get us out of here. All it does is give us a year to drive ourselves mad.” I nodded, though it did disappoint me a bit. I really wished that I could have done more, but I didn’t, and it’s over now, so it doesn’t matter.

“Well, we have a year to think about escape routes and plans. I want to know about you, Doctor.” I said with a cocky smirk. His eyes widened, but he didn’t comment. I wonder if the great and wise Doctor could even fathom the concept of flirting.

“What would you like to know?” He asked with a glint in his eyes. “Ask away.”

“What are you, really?” I questioned, curious. By now, I’d assumed that he wasn’t human. He couldn’t be. Even if this was all a dream and I woke up in a mental hospital, I knew that for right now, he wasn’t human.

 “I’m a Time Lord.” He said with another sad smile. “They’re all gone now, the other Time Lords. I’m the last one. The TARDIS is all I have left. I travel around the universe fixing things when they aren’t right and saving people.” I chuckled lightly at this revelation. So, I was right.

“Doesn’t that make you more of a repair man than a Doctor?” I asked. He laughed out loud for a second, then composed himself.

“Wait, you believe me then? Usually people are a bit more, close minded.” He admitted, rubbing his hands together. I suppressed the light smile that wanted to plaster onto my face.

“You can’t be human, you’re too used to all of this insanity, and not to mention that bow tie. That means that you must be an alien. The rest was just details. When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

“Ah,” He said, a knowing glint in his eyes. “A good friend of mine used to say that.” My eyes widened in shock. Just as I opened my mouth to demand and explanation as to how he knew my favourite fictional character as a friend, he held up his hand.

“Enough about me. Let’s hear about you.” He said, crossing his arms. I sighed, not eager to share but seeing no way out of it.

“Well, I’ve lived in London since I was a little girl. My parents died when I was sixteen, so I’ve been living with my best friend Sierra since then. She was the one who forced me to go out the night we met. She’s a party girl through and through, but I’ve never been into that stuff. She was supposed to drive me home, but she left with some bloke so I had to walk back to our flat. That’s why those men were chasing me: because I made a stupid mistake and decided to walk through some alleys in a tiny red dress.” His eyes lit up with understanding, but he had no idea what to say. I could tell, so I just decided to keep talking.

“Yeah, she may be insensitive, but she’s all I got. I’m not a party girl, though, quite the opposite, actually. I’m studying Literature at Uni and I want to be a writer. The problem is, I’ve got nothing to write about.” A small smile crept onto his face after I finished.  

“Write about me.” He whispered, so quietly I almost missed it.

But, I would, I thought. I would write about you. I’d write about your mad little box with the flashing lights, and how I was in London one second and Rio in the next. I’d write about the terrifying cyber men and their liquid acids burning my veins and your eyes, how their green is never ending, but still wise and kind. I’d write about your awful sense of fashion, and your hunched shoulders and how beautiful you are, and brilliant. Yes, I’d write about you, my mad Doctor.

Of course, I didn’t say any of this. I thought it so hard that I swore if thoughts could form words without tongue or pen, they would be a book or a speech, yet I neither said them nor wrote them. All I could do was think them because the result of saying such things scared me more than anything. He scared me, more than the cyber men with their deep voices and torture devices. Losing him terrified me, though we’d only just met. I never wanted to lose him, but it scared me that I felt such things for something I didn’t even have.

“Okay.” Was my only response after what felt like hours of staring at him in wonder. Could one ever stop the feeling of awe that came from looking at him? His entire existence goes against everything anyone has ever told me. That fact alone should cause a separation between us, but I didn’t see it that way. He was a gift to me: a beautiful defiance of nature just for me to enjoy for this time. I couldn’t keep him, as one can never truly keep nature to themselves, but I could enjoy him and love him with all of my human heart.  

A/N This is my favourite chapter so far. <3 I just love her thoughts here. Tell me what you think :)