The girl who never believed (Doctor who fanfic)

Chapter three- Time

 Chapter 3

I heard the people downstairs talk about me, after leaving. I heard the man saying ''Oh Amy, she is even more feistier than you'' and things that I knew would make Mum fuming. I am quite proud of myself, from that dramatic exit, who ever that man was, would properly be impressed too. Well from the conversation I'm hearing downstairs he is, but Mum and Dad aren't. 

I decided I cant stay in my sick stained red sequine dress anymore, and got changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans and long sleeved rolling stone top that I brought yesterday before the whole party thing, then jumped on my big comfy double bed. 

I listened to the conversation they were having downstairs for ages, until I heard a knock at the door. 

''Harriet'' The man behind the door said

''Go away!'' I hissed back, but he still came in any way. ''GO AWAY!'' I said when he stepped foot in my room. He gave me a smile and ignored my commands, looking round and looking at all the pictures on my wall. 

Oh yes, my pictures, well ever since I was little I enjoyed drawing, and to be honest it was the only thing I was good at. Well the things I draw are always really weird, things to do with fire and sadness, sometimes funny and happy. I draw people, sometimes even creatures, that I have never seen before, but still their images pop into my head or I have dreams about them. It's like I know them, but I don't at the same time. 

So yes, the man, he came in, staring at all the pictures, he didn't pull a expression like ''OK, your a bit weird Harriet'' look, like everyone else who stepped in my bedroom apart from Mum and Dad. 

He pulled a kind of impressed face, and then after browsing through my art work. He sat down on my bed, and looked at me, then stood up again lifting the duvet cover up to reveal a used condom. 

''Ew,'' I said jumping up.

''Harriet you haven't?'' He said, looking at me, with a serious face, what was really quite cute, and made gave me  butterflies. I don't know why though, because he is obviously too old. Its quite freaky really, I have never had butterflies for a someone before, its a whole new experience.

''No, no, no I wouldn't, I don't know... I was just you know, so drunk last night, I cant remember hardly anything,'' I replied, remembering, being in here with a boy. Oh god. What have I done?

''Oh no,'' he said, pulling out a silver and gold screwdriver thing, with loads of flicks and switches. The intruder fiddles with it, and flashes it at me, moving it slowly up and down. ''No, no. Don't worry your not pregnant.'' he said, laughing a little, and i began to laugh with him.

''So anyway, seriously who are you? Don't give me all that mumbo jumbo about being 'The Doctor' because I know he isen't real!'' I said, giving him a serious look.

''I am the doctor though, I don't know why you don't think its me, but it is, here's my sonic screwdriver, and my physic paper'' he said, putting his hand in his pocket and getting them out. ''See, and look, follow me Williams,'' he said, dragging me down stairs, and out of the door, into the bitter winter air. ''Look, that's the TARDIS, come and have a look inside'' he pushed the door open, even though on the little notice outside the blue police box said ''pull to open''.

I followed him into the deep blue box, not knowing what to expect. As I stepped one foot in the door, to my amazement, it was just how my Mum and Dad told me in the tales, it really was bigger on the inside. It was weird, but beautiful in its own way. My eyes widened with shock, I could hardly believe it, they never lied to me! They were telling the truth. I didn't know what to do, I felt tears start to tremble down my face, as I examine the room, the gold walls, with hexagon holes in, the glass stairs leading up to a tube containing a object what looked like a huge Christmas bauble. There was a load of flicks and and switches, and the man, who I guess should call The Doctor ran up to; I guess it was a control panel of some sort. and lent back on it, with a sly but proud smile on his face.  

''Oh my god, Doctor it really is you, the tales are real, all my life I have been a sour girl, thinking nothing like this was true, i'm so sorry Doctor, for being such a bitch!'' I said, running up to him, tears sliding down my face, hugging him so tight, like I have known him for years. He hugged back, and kissed my forehead, I slowly released, feeling like a kid, asking if we should go back into the house. He agreed with me, so we slowly walked into the house, shoving each other, like we were best friends.

''You don't relise how much your like your mum, you look like her, but shh, dont tell her i said this, but I think your a bit better than her,'' he said laughing.

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So now I'm sitting inside the kitchen, with The Doctor, Mum and Dad, and apparently they have something serious to tell me, I don't think its going to be that serious, in fact, its properly going to be something stupid like ''We're having another baby or ''We know you have lost your virginity'' or something, what right at this moment, I'm not sure if I have or if I haven't. That don't make me a slut does it? Oh no, I am no way a slut, I haven't even had a proper relationship yet, and well my actions from last night, was the drink! NOT ME!

Mum just made dinner, me and Dad and Mum Fish fingers and Chips, The Doctor also had fish fingers, but with custard. Custard! I mean come on, who would ever eat such a thing, it must taste minging, maybe I should try it? You never know? 

Or not, I forgot he is a alien, maybe that's why he has such a weird appetite, I completely forgot he was ''timelord'' and had two hearts, he looks so human, with his deep beautiful green eyes, and dark brown hair, in his maroon bow tie and grey tweet. His smile is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, and when he smiles at me it gives me butterflies. It liquidates my insides to mush. Oh Harriet, stop it! I cant possibly fancy a alien, over 900 years old, its just wrong, and oh my god! He is my UNCLE! I fancy my uncle! What the heck is wrong with me? 

''So Harriet, we all knew the time would come, when we would have to tell you, we have been dreading it all our lives... We just wanted you to live a normal life darling, but...'' Mum said, bursting into tears.

''Oh no? I haven't got a disease have I? I'm not adopted am I? What is it?'' I blurted out, astonished at myself, because I never planned to say it. It just burst out. Oh no, I'm shaking, I can feel the Adrenaline rushing through my body. What ever i'm about to be told will possibly change my life forever... It could be something really bad, I don't know. 

''No, no, no nothing like that Williams,'' The Doctor said, pulling a reassuring smile.

''Then what is it?''I said, feeling a bit better that its not some terrible illness or something

''Basically, you were born when we were travelling with the doctor''Mum said, looking at me, deeply.

''Yes, and?'' I replied. Is this all they intend to tell me? That I was born in the TARDIS? I mean, yes, it's quite cool, but not the most serious thing I have ever heard.

''No, well you were born in the TARDIS, whilst going through the time vortex, this makes you... Special I guess, this is why you draw pictures, of things you have never seen before, and have weird dreams about them. Ones about aliens, and things about different planets and different dates? Well, that's because the vortex. The bad side to this, is many many many species of living creatures want to get you, capture you I guess, because those dreams and paintings you draw are from the future and from the past. And well, your spirit, your spirit could power a TARDIS. Your time's daughter.''He said, struggling to sound simple.

But it wern't simple, and it will change my life, I have mixed emotions... The daughter of time. I didn't know how to reply, so I shouted ''No! It can't! No!'' and ran upstairs and slammed the door again. Second time I done that today, but right now, I was speechless, tears slipping down my face uncontrollably, I picked up the used condom and threw it out the window, and jumped on the bed, and sobbed.

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