You know. I always thought that TV never held any value. That nothing was true and that life revolved in a very…non-tangled way, just a line…just a very very straight line.

Oh how wrong I was.

The date was May…yeah May, May 10th, 2008. Everything spick and span, fine and dandy, I, me and myself, had just finished watching a program I personally liked called Doctor Who. Now I had my moments when I wished that the Doctor would come and get me, take me away from my boring life and show me the danger, spice up this fifteen year olds dull life.

God I wish I hadn’t.

So as I was saying, dull May 10, 2008. It was about eleven am, when I hear this screaming…


“Help! Someone Help me!” the voice cried, rising over the streets of the usually quiet down. I gazed out my window as far as the screen would let me; I always feared hearing someone call for help, always having nightmares of my inability to help. How people would tell me to ‘stay out of the way’. But ever since I was in Jr. High I started getting a nag for trouble. Sticking up for the little guy and getting myself hated by my peers, occasionally getting roughed with, but I had my own friends to stick up for me there. I was a talker…And I always talked myself out of trouble. I hurried to grab my jacket and sandals running outside as fast as I possibly could, nearly smashing into this poor girl. She was in tears.

“Calm down, your safe, there are two of us more of a fight.” I said she was franticly looking behind her, it was hard to calm her down…and soon I would see why.

“They’re coming. They’re coming.” she whimpered. I drug her towards my house, wondering what she could possibly be taking about.

“It’s okay, really calm down.” I said, constantly, it was getting annoying really.

“There’s our hunt.”

I froze, instantly stricken with fear. My mother always told me about things, murders. And you think nah that could never happen to me. I was never one of those people. I was always the, what if this happens, what would I do. I crammed my brain into so many situations that it almost seemed impossible for me to mess something up.

Well, that would be true if what I was messing with were human. The girl broke from me, running from my arms. When I turned around, I saw them. And I looked at myself in their large black eyes, I was screaming in my head. Half in the fascination of it, and half in the fact that I was terrified to the bone. Before me stood something I had only seen on a television show. Something that I thought would never exist in my simple human world. But I wasn’t its prey, it rocked after the girl, and I was going back into the house with my vast knowledge of this creature.

“This is crazy.” I muttered grabbing the super soaker off the porch, “I’m crazy.” I grabbed the vinegar from the turned, the shelf. White and red. Anything I could get my hands on and I filled the super soaker full. I filled a squirt bottle, and a squirt gun. Then I was out the door. I left at 11:30 I think that’s what time it was. I was out the door, running after the screams, the screeching cars. Because I knew how to fix this, something I knew was going to save a life.

I followed the creatures to the park. The girl fell, and they were circling. This was it, test my theory.

“Hey!” I yelled grabbing their attention.

“Oi!” at the same time my yell was countered, a man not to far from me, I rolled my eyes, this was my hero moment he could shove off.

“Back away!” I yelled, “Stay back they’re the Slitheen!” I barked. I felt like the words coming out of my mouth were as alien as the fat green creatures before me. But I took my action, “Please work.” I soaked them with all I had, all the vinegar in my disposal. I paused, panting.

BAM!

They were in bits, the girl panicking, but grateful as she lay in the grass. And I was feeling triumphant and absolutely brilliant. That was until I passed out…

I woke up a bit later, not more then two hours later. Noises were driving me up the wall, and sleep was no longer an answer. When I opened my eyes, it had not been a dream…and I was NOT a home.

“What…” I sat up, feeling the grate beneath my hands. I groaned holding my head.

“Sorry…probably dropped you pretty hard, but you were heavy…”

“Well I do have quite a lot of baggage!” I barked back, quite annoyed, “I’m not exactly the thinn…est…” I had opened my eyes to something I never thought I would have seen in a million years.

“Er…” he looked down at me. I screamed, “No no no no no! Stop! I won’t hurt you!” he said waving his hands frantically.

“I know that!” I covered my mouth, “That wasn’t a scream of terror, well it was.” I said breathless, “You’re…You’re the Doctor.” I pointed to the brown haired man, “You’re a TV character. You’re not real!”

“I’m a character on the tellie?” he scratched his head, “Really, am I good looking? Did they pick someone good.”

“Near…nearly identical…” I muttered, it was like talking with peanut butter in my mouth. He seemed so calm, but so fake. I sat up and tilted my head.

“What?” he looked at him. I on the floor and him in the chair. His long jacket serving as a sort of blanket in the freezing TARDIS, but I knew why. I just stared at him curiously before running my hands through his hair. He looked slightly startled.

“Sorry.” I muttered drawing back, “I’ve…wanted to do that for…like ever.” I laughed at myself. He stared,

“You humans and you…fascination with fondling things.” he rolled his eyes. I turned scarlet in and instant at the word fondle, “Oh, be mature.”

“I’m only fifteen!” I glared at him, before looking at the TARDIS console, “Can I…look around?” I asked. He shrugged,

“I do have a few…questions.” he said watching as I circled around the TARDIS console, running my fingers over things. Oh yeah, this was real.

“Okay…I guess.” I said, “But what do you want with me?”

“You just somehow figured out how to stop a group of aliens, that you – I’m sure you’ve never seen before. And even called them by name.” he said, “What’s your name?”

“Rose.” I replied flatly. But looked up, “Er…sorry, um…My real name’s Bryanna.” I said quickly, “I just…nickname…everyone calls me…but…” I shut my mouth. He looked me over and I stopped touching the TARDIS and moved down to the walls.

“How’d you know about the Slitheen?” he shot.

“I told you, your on a television show.” she said, “A man name David Tennat plays you…John Barrowman plays Captain Jack-“

“Jack’s on there too?” he muttered rubbing his chin, “My companions?”

“Billie Piper plays Rose, Freema Agyeman plays Martha, and Catherine Tate plays Donna…” I continued. He seemed slightly intrigued by this, “And your older selves…older companions…They’ve got it all dude.” I said looking up. He stroked his chin.

“So…you learned that vinegar…”

“There was an episode, in your ninth life…you fight them with Rose with…Harriet Jones.” I grinned at him and he seemed impressed.

“You’re very brilliant, hold a lot of information in that head of yours?”

“Nah…I only remember things that I’d never use. I can’t remember anything useful.” I muttered.

“I don’t think that’s true.” He muttered, “Anyways, I’m the-“

“Doctor, TimeLord, Nine hundred and three, four… years old, from the planet of Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterburous. De- Sorry.” I covered my mouth, “Useless information…”

“You know…a lot.” he said, “This television show, how many people…watch it?”

“Thousands…millions…it’s a world wide series I’d think.” I looked at him, “You’re as famous as Tennat.”

“Are you friends with this…Tennat?”

“I’m Fifteen, American, and he’s Thirty-six, famous actor, and British!” I threw my hands in the air, “We’re great pals!”

“Don’t get testy.”

“Sorry, I just fought back aliens I thought didn’t exist until just now, talking to a man that I’ve dreamed of meeting all my life- did I just say dream?”

“You did.” he grinned, “Dream about touching my hair too?” he got to his feet, hands in his pockets, “You’re a very interesting human.”

“Don’t give me that crap.” I rolled my eyes, “Don’t think I know you, one companion after another. Replaced and I-“

“Want that.” he said, “You want to see the stars, have stardust in your wake. You could come with me, you seem to have a decent-“

“Woah there…” I raised my hands, “Too fast, small human brain…” I muttered sitting down. “You’re real.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re inviting me to come with you.”

“Yes…Are you crying?”

“Shut up.” I muttered covering my face, “It’s not going to go well…I’m fifteen, my family…will get suspicious.”

“Time machine.” The Doctor pointed at the council.

“Yeah but…that’s what you told Rose, and you miscalculated.” I ruffled my hair, “I…I really want to go…”

“You don’t have to…”

“But I do…” I muttered, “You don’t know, how many times I’ve heard your story and thought, he doesn’t need to be alone, he’s got us…he just doesn’t know it. But you weren’t real. You were a fictional character, a character of my imagination.” I looked at him, “But you here.”  I touched his arm, “Your flesh and…” I looked curiously, I backed away, my arms open, “Can I…have a hug?”

“I don’t see why not…” he said twisting his arms awkwardly around me, being much shorter then him. I pressed my head on his chest. Two hearts.

“Two hearts…” I grinned, “You’re amazing…you’re so amazing.” I pulled away. “Lets go somewhere. Right now. Anywhere you want. I just want to go somewhere, just one time.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Have me home before morning...I’ve got…mother’s day.” I said shyly.

“We’ll lets go get her something nice then.” he pulled a lever and I latched onto the side of the TARDIS.

And that’s the day I was proven wrong. And the day after that. And the day after that.
But those are other stories, for another day.