The Man with Two Hearts

Homebound

A/N: I hope this doesn't bring you guys to tears... I'm sorry if it does. Well, life goes on. Another chapter, in another book. It started out with a dream. An actual dream I had. About me, finding the doctor in my 'boarding school' but it evolved into so, so much more... I hope you guys have enjoyed this adventure with me. But every song has to end soon, so, until next time... Go! Read another DW Fanfiction. And thank you for all the support and comments I've been getting, its just amazing. Anyway, onto the story.

The next thing I saw was the Doctor flipping what’cha-ma-call-its and turning whoo-hingdingies. “Where are we going this time?” I asked unwrapping a blanket from my shoulders “Home.” The Doctor said solemnly before whispering “I knew I shouldn’t have done this.” I gasped “Doctor! You can’t leave me again! I refuse to go.” The Doctor turned to me, his sea green eyes dull with disappointment and sadness “You have to complete your education, you have to live a life.” He uttered sorrowfully. “But I don’t, you have a time machine! You have the T.A.R.D.I.S.!” I was almost shouting tearfully. “I don’t care!!” The Doctor shouted his voice hoarse as though he’d been crying before I’d woken up. “W-were you crying?” I asked now in tears. I knew the Doctor cried, he’d probably filled many pools in his lifetime. “No.” He said, his voice shook softly and its volume had dropped considerably “Do-don’t l-lie.” I said the words slowly and put as much pain as possible into it. “Why does it matter?” He was still shouting, I couldn’t help but immediately feel guilty about making him feel more pain than I did.  “I’m sorry!” I crocked breaking into a sob and drawing my legs up to my chest on the chair, hiding my head in between them, closing my eyes. Two warm sweaty hands were placed on my shoulders, I was still in my dress and my half inch heeled boots. “Its okay. Everyone cries, everyone cries, and yes I did.” My head peeked out of its safety fortress to look at him, his eyes, his hair. He stroked my hair lovingly and I sighed comfortably keeping my legs curled to my chest. I accepted the fact I had to finish my education  “Okay,” My voice still quivered slightly “I am ready to go home.” The Doctor smiled sadly “Two years, just wait two years then I’ll come back, then we can do this again.” My red puffy eyes narrowed “Everyday?” The Doctor sighed “Not everyday, but almost everyday.” He promised. I closed my eyes burying my head into his hand but he slowly and carefully slipped it away to continue flipping switches and turning knobs and who-dinkies.

When I was woken gently by the Doctor’s shaking me I shook my head and jolted up “I’ve better change!” He nodded “Remember where to go?” I smiled glumly “Yeah, I do.” So I hurried back and changed back into my clothes then sprinted back to the console room of the T.A.R.D.I.S. “I’m ready to go.” I huffed “Okay, see you in two years Tilla, hon.” The Doctor frowned a little but I kissed him on the cheek and he couldn’t help but smile surprised “Goodbye, Father.” I sighed opening the door and taking a slow step out, then I looked back and slowly but surely closed the door. I took poky steps seeing as my mind as still a little numb, then I suddenly noticed that I had to get to my dorm, then get to class in time; so I sprinted off to my dorm.

Once classes had finished I decided to take a leisurely nap on the couch. Kathryn shook me awake “Tilda! Are you okay?” She asked worried, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I smiled sleepily “Just worn out, I went for a jog.” I couldn’t really tell her what happened, she’d call me crazy and I’d probably go through an Amelia Pond. Four psychiatrists, she wasn’t the only stubborn one, I was equally as headstrong, maybe a little more since my teenage years were upon me. Anyway that beside the point I still had my book club tomorrow and I was considering joining track. I had always been pretty good at hurtles and just now was I realising how much activities like this mattered. I sat up on the couch “So, what have you been up to?” I asked, just then I realised something. Something that plagued me all my life. Homework. I had to do my homework, so as Kathryn caught me up on her life I did my homework. Even though I in reality I hadn’t been gone at all it seemed like I had been gone for hours, if it weren’t for the T.A.R.D.I.S. I would have been.

It has been a few days since my adventures with the Doctor, yes I signed up for track. Yes, I am I stronger person both mentally and physically. The Doctor helped me see things I hadn’t seen before, he helped shed the light on what I was to become, how to do it, and so much more. So as I read my Doctor Who book, or watched the TV show I thought of him, I took into acknowledgment his reality, that he was for a fact real. But I was sure if I told anyone, anyone that he was real I would be sent to the mental hospital in a heart beat. When I was running in track it would help to clear my mind for the moment, that helped as well just to run and feel the cold wind upon your face. He did help me find out what my purpose in life is. I know what I’m going to be. I’m going to be an actress. My life is set on it.