I Married The Doctor

Chapter 1

My name is Rosie and I am a Whovian.

Ever since I was a little girl, I had watched and loved the show Doctor Who. My father would let me stay up endless hours just to watch the different Doctors go on their journeys. He would get in trouble because my mom would come home and tell us how ridiculous it is to "learn everything about the damn show". My self being a smart ass and all, I said, "Once you think that you know everything, you don't know anything." My dad laughed but my mom was mad.

Today, I work in the back of BBC industries for Doctor Who. I'm the costume designer and maker. 

Proved you wrong Mom! 

Well, besides that, I sort of work with the Doctors. I dress them up and adjust their clothing in case I did something wrong. One time, I even had a chat with David Tennant! It was insanely great. It was a short conversation and went a little like this:

"So you're the costume designer?" 

"Yes, sir."

"I've always wanted to meet you. I wanted to thank you for making this outfit look terrific on me." 

"Oh, it's nothing really. I hope you do like it."

"Yes, it's very comfy. Good work, and keep it up." 

I can't believe I was acknowledged by David Tennant. You don't hear things like that everyday.

But today's like any other day, getting costumes ready and sown up for the actors for Doctor Who. And the Doctor? Matt Smith. Everyone who's close to him calls him Smithy or Matthew. It's sort of adorable, but it fits him because he's adorable. Everyone laughs at his jokes and Matt has the cutest smile! Yet, I never talk to him; I always wish I can.

"Rosie!" I hear my manager cry, "We got to have those costumes done by two hours!" "I'll have them ready in an hour." I cry back and turn back to the ladies and men working by some sowing machines, "We're almost done, then we can take a break and get food." I hear cheers and giggles. I start to work on Mr. Smith's bow tie, which somehow managed to get a hole. I start to sew up the little patch with a piece of red fabric, matching the bow tie.

After pricking my finger a few times, I get the job done. The stitching looks neat and the bow looks good as new. I am proud of myself. I stand up with the bow tie and start to go to the back rooms where the actors and actresses of BBC. I only get to see them when I'm making a delivery from the sowing rooms if they need their costumes pronto. A star on the door caught my eye, a specific one with MATT SMITH labeled on it.

I'm about to knock the door but I hesitate. What if he's busy? What if he's taking a nap like a lot of other actors would do? What if he's in there with a girl? I gulp and shake. He couldn't be with a girl, not with two hours before the new episode. Could he? I then put my fist on the door and knock a few times.

"Mr. Smith?"

I hear a sniffle and a moan. It sounded like he was waking up. I just woke him from his nap! I started to feel frantic and I could feel my heart beat faster. The door handle on the door started to shake. Astonished, I stepped back and watched the door swing open. A mad man without his blue box appeared, with no shirt on. I blushed and turned.

"Did I wake you up from your nap, sir?"

He laughed but answered, "Er, no. I was just, uh, you know, stretching."

"Well," I said, looking at my hand, seeing the bow tie. I looked up and stretched my hand to the Doctor, "I just, uh, fixed your bow tie, and it's for tonight, sir."

"Yes, of course! Please don't call me 'sir', though."

I blushed and turned again when he took the bow tie from my hands. Then I felt his fingers accidentally brush against my hand. I put my hand by my side and asked, "Then what do I call you?"

"Oh, just Matt. I don't like 'sir'. It makes me feel like I own the person, and that sickens me 'cause I love everybody!" he replied. I smiled and gave off a little laugh. He joined and smiled when I looked up. I had a huge celebrity crush on Matt, ever since David regenerated and Matt started the show. I mean, I never had huge collages and big posters on my walls in my room or anything but I just liked how he smiled...

How he cried...

How he acted...

I just loved him. I know it's exaggeration but he was just magnificent. "Er, well," he started as the conversation died and sudden awkwardness rose into the air, "I got to get, you know, ready for the acting and all..." "Uh, yeah. Sorry." I said, and walked down the hall.

How could I be so stupid? Calling him 'sir'? He must think I'm a total crazy person! This is why celebrities don't talk to me! I know I was beating myself up but I felt like a catastrophe! I was so embarrassed.

"Hey?" I heard him cry once halfway down the hall. I turned back and watched him dangle the bow tie, "Classic stitching!" I smiled and kept walking.

Okay, I feel way better.