Doctor?

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I always thought I wasn't much of a normal girl, meeting the Doctor just proved it, you see when I was little I knew things others didn't, grown up people didn't understand what I'd talk about I had my own little world of make believe facts I drew things that I called Daleks and Cybermen and Weeping Angels, therapists would come to inspect me day by day a different therapist my mum was so worried about me, I never met my dad so that's what my last therapist when I was 13 said that It was the reason that I made my own little world with a man called The Doctor in it he would travel through time and save people and find creepy creatures and foil their evil plans, like a princess foiling the evil witch, besides knowing things I can see things and notice tiny things out the corner of my eye, anyways that all was a long time ago I mean I still see things and know things but I'm 23 now and I've excepted those things aren't real.

I was walking along the streets of London one day with my hands in the pockets of my ripped jeans and my black crop top swaying in the window I look down at the ground and listen to my music by Bastille trying my hardest not to be noticed, until I hear a familiar whooshing sounds I usually only hear in my sleep, I pull out my EarPods and put them in my pocket I then fallow the sound to an ally way where there stood right in front of me the big blue box that I have dreamed of so many times that I can't even count, people have spent years telling me that The Doctor, the sonic screwdriver, and the TARDIS didn't exist but now all of a sudden out of nowhere he's real? I stand there stunned at the sight before me, out of the TARDIS walks a man with spiky brown hair, brown eyes, a pin stripped suit, and a long coat, the same man I know as the fictional character the Doctor, he looks around taking in his surroundings then puts his hands in his pockets and walk up to me,

"Excuse me miss, what day is it?" He asks I look at him completely dumbfounded my mouth agape,

"Y-your the D-Doctor?" I ask,

"The one and only why?"

"No, it can't be it's not possible." I say walking back and forth running my hands through my hair,

"What?"

"You aren't real! You're just a figment of my imagination trying to cope with the fact of my father leaving! How could you be real?!" I yell at him,

"You know me?""

"Of course I know you! You're the Doctor! You've saved earth a million times and yet you're just in my head! Something I dream of every night! How can you be here!?"

"Wait, wait, wait slow down and explain." He says and I take in a deep breath then I begin to explain,

"Ok so ever since I was a kid I'd dream of this man, this extraordinary man a man that would travel in a big blue box and go through space and time saving multiple planets and saving earth so many times he can't count! A man that could not die! A man who is the last of his kind! A Time Lord in his TARDIS running around with companions on different planets always almost getting himself killed! You can not possibly be that man! You know why?!"

"Why?"

"Because that man is just a figment of my imagination!"

"Then consider your imagination real because I am the Doctor."