Doctor? Doctor Who? (Discontinued)

Chapter 10

(Present Time)

Emily: *slams the Doctor off of the chair* Alright, alright. It's my turn to talk. *faces the mic* Sorry about that, guys. He's a bit.... demanding. 

Doctor: Am not! Even if I am, I bet you find that attractive. *winks and clicks teeth*

Emily: *blushes* Don't make me call the Creator on you!

Doctor: *face flushes* Okay, okay. Continue the story.

Emily: *smiles* That's what I thought! 

(Story Mode)

**Emily POV**

  Now, my side of the story. Let's see... Let's start from when the Doctor left to get my shirt. 

  I was sitting criss-crossed on the floor, leaning against the door, thinking about the kiss the Doctor and I had just shared. I was in complete shock, considering I thought that I would've been the one to make the first move.

  Ever since I met the Doctor at my last job and had seen how brave and outgoing he was, I literally couldn't stop thinking about him. Every thought, every question to be answered always led to the Doctor. When the Pinkamenalapanus began talking about the Doctor, I felt my heart burn into ashes. When she said the Doctor would leave me, I felt like attacking it and clawing its eyes out of their sockets but I just couldn't get myself to do that.

  It... It just didn't feel right. To murder the only thing that was there my entire life and never left. The creature, though haunted me for 10 years, kept me company when I didn't have any, so I never felt the emptiness in my heart. Weird, isn't it? Relying on a monster to be a 'friend' when there are millions of people to get to know. I was simply strange. Good thing I'm nothing like that now. [Doctor. Don't. Say. A. Word.]

  After a few minutes using my entire brain to think about the Doctor, I winced at the sound of knocking behind me.

  I shook my head back to consciousness. "Yes... Yes, who is it?" 

  "Sir Christopher, madame." A masculine voice said. I gaped. No way, I thought to myself.

  "I beg your pardon, but I'm not dressed yet. I'm waiting for the Doctor to arrive with my clothing." I explained to him.

  "I'm sorry, madame, but we are about to sail off and he hasn't retrieved your clothing." I yanked the door open and stared at Columbus wide-eyed.

  "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO EARILER?!" I yelled and sprinted towards the edge of the boat. I heard the horn to leave and felt as the ship began to move. "Nonononono!!" I walked to the side, faster and faster each passing second. Right before reaching the end of the line, I did the only think I could do.

  I jumped for my dear life.

  I leaped over the edge and rolled onto the gravel roads down below. My arms stung like hell, my legs completely sore from the landing. I brushed myself off as I stood up. I glanced back at the ship and the people on dry land waving to their soldiers who might never come back. I felt complete pity, knowing all the diseases they were carrying to America that would infect themselves too. Okay, back to looking for the Doctor. I forced myself to keep walking around, even though I felt like my legs were about to fall off.

  "Doctor?!" I called out. "Doctor, are you there?!" I limped to where the TARDIS was parked. I banged my hand onto the door. "Doctor! I'm out here!" No answer. I gave a nervous laugh. "I'm not kidding around, Doc. Open up." I knocked a bit harder. Again, no answer. "Mothertrucker," I mumbled under my breath. "Where the hell has that alien dude gone?!"

 (Present Time)

Doctor: I call narating the next chapter!

Emily: We can switch half way through.

Doctor: *winks* Fine then! First, a quick trip to the warbrobe.

Emily: No, you are not...

Doctor: Oh yes I am! Time to try on costumes!

Emily: I would scowl at you, but you are too darn adorable when you get excited.