My Mad Doctor

Chapter 13

A/N HAHA did you really think I’d end it that way? Really? Naw, we got lots of good things to come, peoples. :D

Months passed. Slowly, my life grew back to normal. I received consistently good marks at school, I went out drinking with Sierra at least once a month to make her happy, and things quieted down.

My writing changed, though.

It took a while, but once I got over my heartache and fear, I started to write down my adventure with The Doctor. It was different in my mind, though.

In my head, I was braver. Sure, my character still cowered in fear occasionally, but she never let The Doctor save her life. She saved him in my story.

The Doctor was also different. He was more open and vulnerable, but also confident when it mattered most. He was more dashing and romantic in my head. That was a bit embarrassing, but I figured that no one would read it anyways, so I continued to write about him.

Sierra loved my stories, but she believed them to be purely fiction. I didn’t tell her the truth of my mad little tales, which were slowly building into a nice size book. She would never believe that The Doctor, the TARDIS or the cyber men were actually real. How could she? The adventure I shared with The Doctor was too insane to be real, but I knew it was. That’s all that mattered to me. He was my little secret.

“So, what’re you writing now?” Sierra asked one Sunday while we were relaxing.

I sighed and shut my laptop, cutting the scene off in my head. It was no use anyways. No matter how much I tried, I could not properly capture the look on The Doctor’s face when he dropped me back into my normal life. I’m not sure if words can ever describe the sadness and guilt on his face. No words that come from me, at least, ever could.

“Nothing.” I muttered, rubbing my eyes wearily. I’d spent the entire day wrapped up in a blanket on the couch trying to write a paragraph. It was about time to do something.

“Is it about The Doctor? Are you still stuck on that one part?” Sierra questioned, sitting down on the couch with a cup of tea. I nodded.

“Yeah. I just can’t find the right words. He’s just so, mysterious. It’s impossible to describe him.” Sierra rolled her eyes, but she didn’t make fun of me. She was a musician, so she didn’t judge my creativity, but I’d been going on about this story since the day he left me, so it must be a bit annoying for her.

“I still can’t believe you imagined all of that. The story is just so random. An alien who travels around in a big blue box, which is also a time machine? How ever did you come up with that?” I shrugged, unable to keep the mischievous grin from my face. Sierra knew that I was hiding something, but she never asked.

“Whatever, I won’t ask. I’m going to go to the shop, want anything?” I shook my head and she stood up.

“See you later.” She said before walking out the door.

I sighed once she was gone. It was fine when other people were around. When I was with others, I could easily pretend everything was normal: that I was okay. When everyone left, though, and I was alone, things got bad.

He was always in the back of my mind, but moments like this, he was in the front of it.

His eyes flashed in my mind and I cringed at the pain in my heart. He was impossible to forget, despite how hard I tried. It didn’t help, writing about him. It let me release some frustration and pain, but in the end, all it accomplished was remembering him more.

I was miserable all the time. It was easy to hide that from Sierra, but not from myself. I missed the adventure. I missed his quirky smiles and rambled speech. Most of all, I missed the feeling of life that flowed through my veins when I was with him. My entire life had been spent sitting still until I met him. He breathed life back into me, and now he was gone. He just left me alone back in my timeline as if nothing had happened.

I felt a sob building in my throat, so I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Think of something else, Violet. Think of Sherlock and John. This was my usual tactic to distract myself from him. Sherlock. That’s what I needed. I needed to watch Sherlock.

Before I could stand up to find another pointless distraction, I heard the sound of engines. These weren’t regular engines, though. They were different. Strange. I recognized them instantly.

He was back.             

I didn’t even think. If you asked me honestly what was going through my mind when I heard that sound, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. The second I heard it, I jumped up from the couch and sprinted outside. It was cold, but the winter was over so it wasn’t like the last time we spoke.

I tore down the stairs of the flat I shared with Sierra, still trying to put my boots on, and ran down the street. I felt mad, but I knew with every fiber of my being that I had to go after him. I wasn’t all right without him in my life.

“Doctor!” I shouted blindly into the streets. Through the windows, I could see my neighbors glaring at me, but I didn’t care.

I saw him then. He was standing alone on the street corner, his eyes searching for something I couldn’t see.

“Doctor!” I shouted again. His head snapped up in my direction. The second our eyes met, I felt a burst of pure joy. His lips formed my name and I saw terror in his eyes before everything went black.