My Rival, My Doctor

Chapter 2

The Eleventh Hour

So, after my little chat with the Doctor, I decided to ditch my old clothes and get some new ones from the TARDIS wardrobe. It's amazing what you can actually find in there! There were clothes I don't even remember supplying.

I ended up choosing a white flowey tank top and jeans. Before the shoes were chosen, something crashed into my TARDIS. Doctor.... He never did pass the TARDIS driving test like the rest of us did. Oh, right.

There's a funny thing about being a Natural. Sometimes I can transport. Right now, I was going to transport to give the Doctor a piece of my mind.

When I got there, the TARDIS was on fire! A young man was scrambling around the place, trying to get the TARDIS stabilized. He noticed me quickly. "Celeste!" he cheered, "Got myself in a problem here."

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.

"Oh right," he muttered, "Different time streams. I've regenerated, well twice since you last saw me. I'm the Doctor!" He had longish brown hair and clear green eyes. Again not terrible looking. Much younger.

A sudden shift of gravity made us free fall into what looks like the library with a pool in it. "I'm going to kill you, Doctor," I huffed as I struggled to get out of the pool. He smiled at me, but I grumbled, "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Might hold you to that," he joked, "Aha, found it!" The Doctor brandished a grappling hook. You have got to be kidding me.

We climbed up the TARDIS only to see a little red headed girl staring at us funny.

Then the Doctor had to ask, "Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before." He sat on the edge of the TARDIS, pulled me next to him, and looked inside.

"Whoa. Look at that," I marveled. It was ruined.

The little girl spoke with a Scottish accent, "Are you okay?"

"Just had a fall," The Doctor answered with a daft smile, "All the way down there, right to the library."

"Hell of a climb back up," I added.

"You're both soaking wet," the girl pointed out.

"I was in the swimming pool."

"You said you were in the library."

"So was the swimming pool," the Doctor and I replied.

"Are you the police?" She asked.

"Why?" I asked, "Did you call the police?"

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" Crack in a wall?

"What crack?" The Doctor asked before completely falling off the edge, "Argh!" Right, regeneration.

"Are you all right, mister?" She asked concerned.

The Doctor reassured her, "No, I'm fine. It's okay. This is all perfectly normal." To counter his remark, a cloud of regeneration energy came out of his mouth. I patted his back comfortingly.

The little girl asked, "Who are you?"

"I don't know yet. I'm still cooking."

"Cooking?" I asked, "Really? Stop frightening her!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and looked carefully at the girl. "Does it scare you?"

"No, it just looks a bit weird."

"No, no, no," he corrected, "The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?"

"Yes," she said simply.