Always asking; Doctor who?

❝—Clearly.❞ He isn’t thrilled about it. That’s obvious by how he’s staring at the contraption along with how he is trying not to consider having it towed away. ❝Yeah… I have a wrench. Why are you repairing it when you can just ask someone for a phone.❞

          A brow rises when the device scans her over, though soon there’s a yelp that escapes her lips as he pulls her inside, nearly stumbling upon entry. Hues scan over her new surroundings, rather surprised that the time lords truly did make the interior bigger than the exterior; something she had suggested before everything had went southward for her upon gallifrey.

          “-Bigger on the inside, thank Odin ! Would have been crammed in here if they  kept it the original size…I know because I actually CREATED these things-well, more of extracted my power to help create these ships. Oh & for your second question, lots of studying of humanoid beings, lots of energy to go from cube to girl.”

           XII.---   “ Why don’t we rewind a couple of steps back... You said, that you helped create TARDISes. Did I hear that right or have my ears begun playing tricks on me? It would make sense m’ a couple centuries older now. “ Plucking through his memories & knowledge of the making of the time & space traveling ships, the Doctor worked to figure out whether all of this was truthful at all. Or, better question, what possible advantage were she to gain by lying? Lots & lots, sure, but to lie about being involved in the creation of the TARDIS? She’d have to know that a whopping fib like that would be easily verified. 

                     FASCINATION, that which is so strong that even her stoic and sharp features cannot hide. A glow upon her face, warm like flames, but kinder, and a hum that seems tangible in the air as he drops her hand. Arms fall still at her sides, muscles tense; fingertips cold at the sudden lack of touch. The tether holding her together is gone, and suddenly it is all very real. Her mind battles itself, consciousness lost between innocent enchantment, and so oft felt suspicion.

               It is too much, too real. For one so used to her own mind swallowing her whole, the sight before her ( the hard floor beneath her feet and the vibration that seems to swell from ambivalent depths ) acts as a blade; one slicing through muddled thought and her own dark mutterings. If this is reality then perhaps, she’s not so insane after all.

                Eyes, wide and bright for the first time in years, suddenly narrow. Shadow lined gaze finds him, and her fists clench at her side. What he offers, is something she cannot take lightly; a prospect she will not allow herself to believe.

                    ‘ What are you doing? ’

               She is FRIGHTENED. And nothing frightens her. Weak heart thuds against its cage, mind tangles itself in knots. She cannot tear her attention away from him, for to do so is to acknowledge the world around. This… space; it’s too vast. It offers too much.

             XI. ---  Plain to see by the downfall of his ecstatic expression that it hadn’t been the response he was expecting. Surely, it was frightening! Sometimes, he forgot how consuming this could be, seeing a glimpse into another world that you knew was out there but never dreamt you could touch. An introduction to exploration & adventure! It was the stuff of legends & to be a part of it was wholly--- breathtaking! &, yet, as she stared on at him with those frightened eyes, her steely composure radiated with something indignant. 

                            “ Well... don’t get too excited. “ He attempts a light jab of humour, smiling weakly before letting it fall flat. There is something so intense in her gaze that he has to look away for just a moment, head falling forward and chin pressing to his chest, hazel eyes stuck to the sight of his scuffed boots. He needs something to say. Something comforting, reassuring, & convincing. 

                                Without looking up, he walks forward down the ramp towards where she idly stands, & only when he is directly in front of her does he lift his own gaze, staring directly into the fright of a young girl. Slowly, his hands reach forward to tenderly take her clenched fists in his, thumbs soothingly running across her knuckles & coaxing the fists to open & accept the hand that holds. Fatherly instincts, it might be, that he finds it best for a reassuring touch before words come into play. 

          the sudden SNAP of the time lord’s voice startled the fallen star so much, that she jumped back in surprise. in doing so, she lost her balance, and found her body colliding with the ground before she had time to do anything about it. the fall hurt, but not nearly as much as other tumbles she had taken ( falling from s p a c e did take the cake ).

          while she took a moment to recollect herself, chris managed to get a look at the doctor from around the side of the tardis. tea in hand, he was the  p e r f e c t  vision of a scottish man– completely and STEROTYPICALLY so. his normal trench coat was a deep blue, almost matching the tardis in color. the doctor had a way of carrying himself in fashionable clothing that, regardless of the occasion, made anyone else around him feel under-dressed. the simple white t-shirt and jeans she currently had on immediately felt unseemly in comparison.

          finally, she  s t r e t c h e d  herself out and stood on her feet once more, using the tardis as a means to steady herself. her pants were now splashed with speckles of dirt, and her pride was evidently broken. she’d admired this man for so long– and now that she finally had the chance to meet him, she fell right on her butt.

                  ❝ i, uh, i apologize if i made it seem as though i was sneaking up on you. in truth, i thought you were away from the tardis. ❞

          chris hoped that her knowledge of the spaceship’s name would be clue enough to the doctor that  she knew who and what he was – it was much easier to avoid a hostile confrontation when the basics were laid out.

                        ❝ i did not want to go inside– or, rather, i knew i would not be able to go inside. the tardis is much too smart to let a stranger through its doors. i merely wanted a closer look. her beauty is hard to appreciate when she is traveling quickly through the time vortex. ❞

          still a little rustled from the fall, chris used the tardis for support once more as she inched her way closer to the alien, offering out her hand as greeting.

                        ❝ my name is theta aquarii, a star of the constellation aquarius. or, at least, i was. i go by the more appropriate name of “chris” on this world. may i just say… it is a pleasure to finally be meeting you, doctor. i watched your adventures for as far as i could; when you traveled to different worlds outside of earth’s galaxy, i unfortunately could not witness you in action. ❞

                hostility gives way to wonder as he nears the star, completely taken aback by her introduction. good that she was quick in introducing herself; after all, just because someone held knowledge of the TARDIS, certainly did not mean they were a friend of his. call it an ancient man’s wisdom & intuition, but, he did not read her as an individual who would wish to do him harm. instead, benevolence & meekness radiated from her expression. &, it really is needless to say that he is flattered by her admiration. &, so, the lack of a smile is rectified, close-lipped it stretches but more kindly than his earlier expression. 

                       “ chris, it is, then. i am somewhat familiar with the constellation you belong to. however, i haven’t stopped by & taken a peek. now, you are a star, you say. how is that possible, might i ask? last i checked, stars live in the skies & glow & are light years away than most believe, not in fleshly bodies inhabiting earth. unless i am mistaken in believe this is a fleshly body.“ the doctor while rude on many fronts, mostly with social interactions, he is fairly sure he can handle this conversation & be hospitable enough. gesturing for her to follow him, he leads her to the front of the TARDIS, where more light is shed through the glowing police box letters & the light filtering out through the windows. 

                           there by the log on which he sat, a thermos rested against the wood, a sufficient amount of hot tea still held within. “ while you tell me about yourself, why don’t we have a seat here. tea? earl grey, if that suits you. ---my companions are asleep, so, i was having a cuppa out here... coincidentally, admiring the stars. “ setting down his cup in the soft foliage, he unscrews the top of the thermos, pouring tea into it and offering it to chris. “ are you the only one of your kind here? “ 

            XI. ---  “ Well, come along, then! We don’t have all day! --- Well, technically, we have more than a day’s worth of time, but! We won’t get anywhere at all if you dilly dally like that. “ The Doctor’s lips split into a boyish grin, grasping her hand as he tugged her along. No matter how many times he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t bring another on board for an adventure again, he really could never help himself. It was a useless promise made in the throes of sorrow. How could he ever deny any individual the wonders of the universe? Especially ones so deserving! He would make sure that this would be one of the very best adventures! 

              XI. ---  “ I believe the both of us can fully agree that this was a horrid idea. So, let’s get to Plan B, shall we?