Fix This Mess

Chapter 2

*Angie's POV*

        I opened the strange blue box, tears still covering my wet face. I must look absolutely horrid. I realized.

        My eyes grew wide as I saw the inside of the box. It was so much larger on the inside! The room within was large and filled with strange equipment, all surrounding a central system in the middle.

        "I must be dreaming..." I muttered to myself, well at least I thought it was to myself.

        "Who are you?" I heard a sudden voice speak from beside me. I turned and saw a boy with curly brown hair and stunning green eyes looking at me.

        He noticed the tears in my eyes and his facial expression quickly changed from anger to sympathy. He gallivanted towards me, then began rubbing my back.

        "What's wrong, Love? Are you ok?" He asked, compassion dripping off of his every word.

        "Yeah I'm ok," I managed to choke out. "But where am I?" I asked, truly confused. What is this thing?

        "Welcome to the TARDIS!" He replied, throwing his hands up in the air. "It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space! And my name is Pj, nice to meet you...?"

        "Angie." I said with a small smile. I felt a bit calmer in Pj's presence.

        "Well Angie, it's nice to meet you" He said, extending his arm. I took his hand and shook it firmly.

        "So is this TARDIS yo-" I began to ask my question on the ownership of the box, but I was interrupted by two other men running suddenly through the door.

        "Pj, who's this?" One of them asked, a tall man with dark brown hair in a quiff of sorts. He wore a brown suit with a brown tie, and on his feet were a pair of dirty, white high top converse.

        "Her name is Angie, Doctor. She wandered in from outside, and she was crying, so I... I didn't want to kick her out with the state she was in." Pj told the strange man, looking slightly ashamed.

        "Peej, what have I told you about bringing new people in? First Chris, now a girl?"

        "I'm sorry, Doctor. I'll escort her out."

        "No- wait! We can't just kick her out, no matter who she is. It isn't right. Please, Doctor, let her stay for a while. It isn't like the TARDIS is too small or anything." The other man, who hadn't said a word yet, asked.

        "Well... Chris has a point. Alright, she can stay. If she wants, of course." The tall man said.

        "Really?" I asked hopefully. To be honest at this point without... Phil, I don't know if home could ever feel like home again anyways.

        "Sure! Why not?" He said, pacing towards me. "We've already got a fair sized party, why stop at three?" He offered his hand to me with a huge grin plastered on his face.

        I took his hand and returned the smile. "Hello, I'm Angela Burwick, but you can call me Angie. It's nice to meet you...?"

        "I'm the Doctor!"

        "Wait, what? Doctor Who?" I questioned, puzzled.

        "That's the question, isn't it?" He replied, not answering my question, then practically skipped towards the machinery in the middle.

        "So Angie, where do you want to go? Anywhere in time and space, all at your fingertips."

        "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "Are you telling me there is actually a point to all this machinery besides looking fancy?" I smirked, as the Doctor looked at me wide eyed.

        "Did Pj not tell you?"

        "Well, no," I replied, "I did just get here."

        "That's not a problem!" He suddenly exclaimed. "I'll just show you! Pick a date, any date!" He yelled, imitating one of the men at a carnival.

        I thought hard. If we were going to do something with a certain date, I needed to make it a good one... That's it!

        "London, January 30th, 1969."

        "Ooo," he grinned like the Cheshire Cat, "I know where you're going with this. Brilliant!"

        He started pressing buttons and weird engine noises started sounding.

        "So," Chris addresses me for the first time, "What's so special about that day?"

        "You'll see" I said mischievously. Abruptly, all the noises stopped.

        "We're here!" The doctor said, running over to the door and opening it.

        We stepped out into the sunlight. It was still cold, and for a moment, I thought we were still in Edinburgh, but then I saw the people. We were in an alleyway, like before, but this one was longer and wider. I looked out at the end, and could see people swarming in one direction. They wore all sorts of crazy attire- I saw bell bottom jeans, velvet suits, and flower print galore. Everything was wonderfully colorful, save for a few distressed-looking men in suits, whom I assumed must have been business men just trying to get to work. The loveliest part of all was the hair, though. Long & straight, fluffy, afros, beads everywhere. It was glorious.

        I stepped out of the TARDIS, eager to follow the crowd to what I knew was my destination.

        "Pj, Chris, Doctor, come on! We're here!" I shouted to them, excited.

        "Where are we?" Chris asked, stepping out. The other two men followed close behind.

        "London, 1969. January 30th to be exact." The Doctor replied.

        "Boys, we're going to a Beatles concert." I finished off.

        At that point, Angie had forgotten all about her troubles. The only thing on her mind now was the fact that she was going to get to see one of her favorite bands, live in concert. A band that she couldn't see present day, because two of the members were very dead.

        Chris and Pj were delighted. The Beatles were a legend! They knew they would have no one to brag to, and that they could only relive the memory in their minds, since cell phones didn't work in 1969, but still, they were thrilled.

        Chris had been listening to The Beatles since he was a wee boy. His mother would sing their songs to him, and it would help him go to sleep.

        Pj had always been a fan of the tone they had set for the entire future of music history, and now he was getting to experience what that tone was- and not just on recording.

        The Doctor wasn't new to this. He had been to many Beatles concerts, though not this one in particular. But still, he was just as delighted as the rest of the group.