"I'm the Doctor."

I just want you. Is that so wrong? But how can I? Your my best friend's ex. The boy we've been complaining about for weeks. Months! How could I do that to her? To you? But I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you. You're always in my head. Always. And you've always been there for me. Comforting me and protecting me like I was your own baby sister. But now I'm older. My feelings have turned in on itself. I've matured and I know what my heart wants. It wants you. I remember the last time you were at my house. We sat on the sofa and watched our favorite show on the telly, all the while butting heads and having a pillow fight. And then at one point you caught my wrist and your eyes met mine. There was something there. I know there was. A spark. A light. A pinch of hope. You let my lay my head against your chest, feeling your heart beat steadily beneath me. I love you. You and your messy yellow hair and pale blue-green eyes. I love the way your eyes wrinkle when you smile. And how you inhale and kind of honk when you laugh. And my favorite thing about you are your hugs, the way your hold me tightly and never let me go. That's what I want to happen. I never want you to let me go. I'm your red panda, like the one you saw at the zoo and it reminded you of me. Now, is it too much for you to be my teddy bear?

My raggedy man. My raggedy doctor. I knew one day he'd come to me. One day I'd see his face again and that ridiculous bowtie. I waited for him for 14 years. No longer will I wait for him. I ran with him. Fast and far. I can't remember much about him anymore. He's slowly fading from my mind. He's just a name now and I've moved on. Time passes and life changes. Not even the time lord can save me. Life hasn't happened the way I planned. The way either of us planned. Divorce papers were the last things I wanted to sign. And now you're back, my raggedy doctor. But this is life. Thins like it happen. You can't fix it like you fix one of your bowties. You left us. You said goodbye to me and I watched you leave. How can I forgive you? We had all of time and space to ravel together. I never thought it would come to such a sad end. Goodbye, raggedy man. Goodbye forever...for now.
 
Maybe I'll see you again some day. Geronimo.
 
(This will be my last set for a long time to come. It's sadly sloppy and unpolished, but that's all the time I had because school is starting very soon. Goodbye for now, sweeties. In the words of Oswain Oswald. "I am not dalek. I am human.")
 
So let the next school year begin. Fantastic, Allons-y, Geronimo! <3

Music roared in her ears as she tried to drown out the knocking. The constant knocking she had learned to live with. She barred her doors with slabs of wood and would calmly go about her daily rotine. It was a very mundane way to live life: blast music, record her day on tape, kill souffles, and mess with daleks. It was all in a day's work.
 

That was all she ever did until the Doctor dropped in.
 

Goodness, that man had a chin and the charm to match. She couldn't believe he was standing up to the entire dalek race. Who else would do such a thing? A mad man in a box, that's who. Intrigued she watched them force him to go into the asylum where the crazed daleks nobody wanted to deal with went. He didn't want to but he really didn't have a choice.
 
He and his two friends landed on a planet covered with snow and with a little clever rig she extended an eyestalk to gaze out upon the world, meeting the Doctor's eyes in the end.
 

Nothing was said between any of them for some time until they were underground, beneath the surface. The trio crawled into the hole and only when eye stalks began springing out of heads did she begin guiding them. She was only a voice to them, this marvelously clever girl, but she indeed had a face.
 

She had a heart-shaped face, large, brown doe eyes, and long, wavy dark brown hair. And inside that head of hers was a genius mind. Computer wires ran across the entirtey of her home that were connected to multiple monitors and speakers that could be accessed from the outside.This young lady knew every inch of the asylum and could access any database to gain new and exciting information.
 

When the Doctor needed a quick exited she offered up the teleport system and the Doctor, like any good man, insisted she come with them. Thas was more than she ever wanted. For years she had stayed crash-landed and immobilized, and now she had the chance to be free. So she took it, telling the Doctor where to find her.
The Doctor and his clever little head journeyed passed hall after hall, before finally stumbling upon the ICU. The Daleks who would be scarred forever more.
 
Terrified and ready for revenge they roared back to life, braking from their chains, hunting the man who had destroyed their lives.
 
Backing away into a wall the Doctor begged and pleaded for them to stop, for the girl to help him.
With her clever mind she worked furiously, typing in pass codes and hacking into the core of the dalek database until they backed off him, forgetting him entirely.
 
Winded the girl sat back and blew hair out of her face, excitedly waiting for this strange man to come and get her. When he entered the room he got more than he bargained for.
 

Standing in front of him wasn't a pretty girl and her control room, but a dalek chained and quarantined.
 

The Doctor swallowed, shaking his head sadly. "Oh, I am so, so sorry."
 

"What? What is it? What's wrong?"
 

"Where do you get the milk and eggs?" The girl wrinkled her nose in confusion and turned away momentarily, thinking about the question. "It shouldn't be too hard to answer, but it is. It is because you can't have. Where you are is a dream. What happened to you was too much to bear so you created your own world. You couldn't take the truth. It was too painful because, unlike the others, you were a genius. They didn't just make you a pawn. They did a full conversion."
 

"No!" she protested hotly, the eyestalk on the exterior shaking furiously, "I am human. I've been me for over a year now."
 

"It's because you dream about being human because the truth is so painful."
 

The girl started to cry, fighting back the tears. "No. I am human."
 

"Keeping thinking that," he told her gently.
 

"Remember me. I am Oswain Oswald. I make souffles. I listen to music. I am a genius. I fought the daleks. And I am not dalek." to the Doctor all of this was anger. He read it as such because of the twitching lasers and shaking body and the wildly flashing lights on its head. "Remember me," she told him again. "I am not dalek. I am human."
 

With that the Doctor looked at the human dalek sadly and hurried off, the halls blowing behind him as he ran.
 

The girl watched this trapped inside a body she never, ever wanted. Pulling her legs up onto the chair she sat on, the keyboard, laying across her lap, she shut her eyes and let the explosions reach her.

“Hame?” the Doctor questioned completely taken aback at the circumstances. He scratched his chin, eyes wide and unable to conceal the confusion he was in.
 
“It’s a cat.” Georgie stammered as she tried to stop staring at the feline and collect her muddled thoughts. “It can talk?”
 
“Of course we can, sweetheart,” Hame responded gently, her tail swishing from side to side. Like the other cat that had strode by the door, Hame was dressed in a blue nurse’s uniform, a habit and cap resting on her head. Without fear she waltzed up to them, taking the Doctor’s hand in her furry, orange paws. Lifting his eyes to the feline he searched them intently, struggling to make sense. She didn’t understand why he was so confused by seeing the cat. Georgie knew she was the one who should be confused, but couldn’t figure out why /he/ was. He obviously knew her and were somewhat like friends, but why was he acting so strangely. Yes, he was a very, very strange man, but the past fifteen minutes had made as much sense as any murder mystery. None. None at all. And yet she still found herself relatively calm, though unable to comprehend anything at hand. This man did seem logical and incredibly intelligent but just so hard to follow.
 
“What? Why are you here, Hame? The last time I saw you was when…” The Doctor couldn’t bring himself to say it.
 
But the cat understood, purring in recognition. “Yes, Doctor, we have shared that moment. We are both in the same time stream going forward. We’ve met that sorrow-filled day already. Said goodbye to a beloved friend.”
 
“Oh, come now, Hame. It wasn’t all bad. Millions of people were saved because of him. But that’s what I don’t understand. How are you here? The last time we met was in New, New York. Your people are scavengers from another world parallel to ours so it is not unusual to see your species wandering around.”
 
“It isn’t?” Georgie interjected wondering if the last time she held a cat it was actually a human baby slash cat thing.
 
Hame swatted her tail in amusement, eyeing Georgie curiously. “How’s Kitty back home?” she mewed in playfully, her purring sounding like laughter.
 
The girl’s doe eyes opened and her jaw slackened as she tried to make sense of what was just said to her. The way the cat seemed to smile gave her the sense she was merely teasing her. “You’re joking, right? My cat is not a um…”
 
“Felinetta,” The Doctor whispered into her, aiding her explanation.
 
“Yeah, that. Kitty isn’t-“
The Doctor eyed her humorously. “You named your cat Kitty?”
 
“It wasn’t my idea,” she snapped jokingly, “Mum came up with it. And she’s definitely not going to like it when she find out Kitty can talk.”
 
“Our species is smart enough not to reveal themselves to humans. They resort to their primitive instincts so they’re not found out. It is completely degrading to our evolution but it is necessary for survival.”
 
Georgie folded her hands in front of her, bit her lip uncertainly, and looked away. “Sorry, I never meant any disrespect.”
 
The Felinetta purred warmly, “It’s not your fault, dear. Our species does everything in our power to stay alive. If that means becoming a Cat and never learning to speak so be it. At least our genes our passed on and we are very well loved by your people. Much thanks.”
 
Slowly Georgie felt slightly more comfortable with Hame. She could see that she was friendly and wasn’t going to hurt them. She was warm and kind. She was a nurse. Her green eyes were open with curiosity and interest, yet beneath the surface was something more. Something like a deep sadness, an undeniable sadness. You had to really look to see it.
 
Hame recognized the change in her in almost the same instant the girl did and motioned her towards the neatly cot. Nodding in thanks Georgie moved over to the bed and sat down, the coils sinking beneath her weight. The Doctor paced forward and came up to Hame, reading her face. The cat leveled her gaze as he spoke. “As scavengers you travel to places good to live in. Our friend gave you and your people a life. A home. Why did you leave? Sure, the planet needed some redecorating and new paint and well a new civilization entirely, but why leave? You had possibilities there. What are you doing here?”
 
“Surviving. We were forced to relocate after New, New York was taken under the control of the Silence.”
 
“What is the Silence?” he questioned her, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to read the subtlest of subtexts in her eyes.
 
“We don’t know.” A simple answer, one that he hadn’t been looking forward to.
 
“What did the Silence do to the planet?”
 
“Contaminated it. It destroyed everything we knew there. We were lucky to escape.”
 
“So you escaped to the Ward to get work, right?” the question had come from Georgie who had been sitting and listening intently to the conversation at hand. Her head had been bouncing back and forth between them like a ping-pong ball. Both of their heads turned toward her. She flinched under their gazes. “I mean your species are nurses, obviously trained in the medical field and highly intelligent.”
 
“It was the closest planet to run away to. We had no choice.”
 
“One more thing, the cats upstairs are they Felinetta too?” in her mind she pictured the fangs of the beasts above and shivered.
 
Hame moved closer to her and tilted her head to the side, crouching lower so that her knees were hovering over the ground. Her tail flicked idly from side to side. “Not quite. They’re a sub-species. Less intelligent and evolved, but a part of our family. But why do you ask, child?”
 
Light footsteps echoed around the room as the Doctor paced, his fingers to his lips in thought. “We were chased by a group of them upstairs.”
 
“You make it sound like it was no big deal,” Georgie piped in feistily, her head flying to look at him, her blue eyes sarcastic. “We were almost eaten. It had terrible breath and I was literally staring down its throat.”
“Your eyes were closed,” corrected the Doctor, continuing his pacing and not looking at her, though there was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice.
 
“It’s a metaphor, Doctor,” the girl sighed, running her fingers through her red hair and blowing strands out of her eyes.
 
He stopped pacing and glanced at her, a wide grin plastered on his face. He looked like he was five years old. “You said my name! You actually addressed me properly! Good girl. I like you!”
 
Georgie couldn’t help but chuckle, biting her lip and rubbing her temples. “I try,”
 
The cat watched the two of them with curiosity, her orange tail flicking from side to side like a cat watching a bird. She seemed merely interested in the pair’s interactions but something else troubled her deeply. “The cats don’t usually attack. Only when a client is being unreliable and can’t be eaten in fear they might expose the Ward’s secret do they attack a patient.”
 
“So patients of the Ward get eaten by the cats?”
 
“Not by cats,” the Doctor answered before Hame could even open her mouth to respond. “By the Wardens, the people of the Ward of the Hospital. Your species came here because you made a compromise with them. They were dying and they promised to let you live if you helped them. And what do you do? You gather people from all over the earth to enter unknowingly into a hospital towards their demise and never return. You are in debt to the Wardens otherwise they’ll kill you. That’s why you bring people here. Every entrance to a hospital is a death sentence. And I want you to do is stop.” He was angry. Properly angry. The man had stopped his pacing and had stormed up to Hame, sizing her up. The cat, startled, had stumbled backwards and against the window, causing the shutters the flutter wildly. Georgie pulled her legs up onto the bed and watched the confrontation. This angry, angry man. This man she had just met was rightly bipolar. Bouncing and happy one minute and then a raging inferno the next. His greens eyes were wild, darting back and forth with a burning fire. His brown hair flopped over onto his temple; his lips jutted out as he spoke, breathing heavily, and his forehead inclined forward to give him shadows under his eyes and across his features. The shadows aged him by years. “You’ve caused millions of peoples’ deaths and that is something I cannot forgive you, Hame. I forgave you once when we first met and then the Face of Boe gave you another. This is your last chance. I’m giving you an option, Hame, leave this place and give millions of people the opportunity to live or stay and let me find a way to stop you. It won’t ever make up for all the people you killed but maybe it will save your race. Maybe it’ll save your life once more. If I were you I would basically run.”
 
Mewing in fright the cat tried to calm him, but when she couldn’t Georgie got to her feet. “Doctor!” She cried, baffled by his distorted nature as she precariously positioned herself between he and Hame. “That’s quite enough.”
 
“Did I forget to mention the number one rule to you when we first met?” the Doctor snapped, turning on her, briefly distracted by her so he couldn’t yell at Hame.
 
“Possibly,” she swallowed, standing up to him, “I mean we were busy running for our lives.”
 
He wasn’t amused by her antics at the moment. “Enough of that. You never, ever stand in my way when I’m making a life or death choice. I am infallible. I am always right.”
 
This was unbelievable. How could anyone say something like that? If she knew anything humans were always wrong. It was their major flaw. “Well maybe there was never anyone to stop you. You need someone to hold you back. You’re just so angry.” Biting her lip she crossed her arms over her chest to appear more intimidating to him. She didn’t want to seem weak to him, but instead someone he could rely on. But what she was really doing was seeing something in him that not even he could see. “If I were in Hame’s place I would be doing the exact same thing to save my race.”
 
“You would kill human beings?” he demanded hotly, pacing up to her, arms over his chest.
 
“No! Of course not. Maybe sacrifice some other unfortunate civilization.” She muttered letting her arms fall limply to her side in defeat, realizing how selfish her premature plan sounded.
 
“Why?”
 
“Because my home was threatened, Doctor. If my home was threatened and my family and friends were stuck there, there would be no way for me to sit back and watch them die. I would do anything I could to save them even at the cost of another’s. And I’m betting everything I have that you would do exactly the same to save your people.”
 
In her peripheral vision Georgie noticed that Hame’s tail bristled and that there was a flicker of angst in her feline eyes. The Doctor groaned, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He turned around on a heel. “Remember how I told you I liked you? Yeah, I changed my mind. The moment we land back on earth I’m sending you home.”
 
“That’s totally fine with me because I don’t want to be with someone who says they aren’t flawed. Because we’re all flawed. Even you and you won’t admit it.” She retorted coldly.
 
He stopped in his pacing to glance back at her and for an instant their eyes locked. Neither of them blinked. “Why do you humans have to be so…”
 
‘Flawed?” she offered, being of little help.
 
“No. Human.”
 
“Hard to help what you are,”
 
There was a moment of awkward silence that enveloped them. Gratefully it was broken by Hame who tried, as painlessly as possible, to interject. “Doctor, can I just say that you can argue about this later. There are more pressing matters at hand like the fact the cats went after your friend.”
 
“We are not friends,” they spat as one.
 
Hame narrowed her eyes, letting them dilate before she continued. “As I was saying the cats hardly ever, in fact, they’ve never attacked before. The Wardens feel threatened. They’re afraid they’ll be exposed and if that happened-“
 
“They’d be run out of the universe, subdued to nothing for genocide of the human race and you’d be left without a planet to scavenge.” The Doctor finished, arms strewn across his chest and the other cupped by the elbow so his hand rested on his cheek as he thought.
 
“Yes. Everyone in the Ward is afraid. They were afraid of the truth. Of her.” At this the man looked over at the girl he had saved. Her back was to him, her arms wrapped around her torso, her face towards the corner, eyes targeted at the floor. She didn’t say a word. “They were afraid of her and what she would do their survival. They needed her out of the equation. The Ward is a vulnerable planet, Doctor. Silence will come, but I want this to end. I don’t want to help them kill anyone anymore, but I can’t escape. I can’t escape the Wardens. No one ever has. The Ward is a never-ending maze with no way out. Everywhere you turn there is another check-up room where they’ll find you and kill you. It’s all a dead-end. We’re trapped here. We will be trapped here until the Silence comes. ”
 
Straightening his bowtie the Doctor shrugged his jacket over his shoulders and looked at her a small smile threatening to appear. “Before I say anything of use I need to apologize. I was out of line. I’m sorry. To both of you.” This garnered the girl to peer over her shoulder from behind her straggle of hair.
 
“Apology accepted, as usual.”
 
“Thank you. Anywho, now onto the big picture. First off I’m starving. Anyone have fish fingers and custard? Secondly, who or what is the Silence? And thirdly, you say we’ll be trapped but they’ve apparently never met me. I can escape anything. Trust me. I’m the Doctor.”
 
Even through her anger Georgie couldn’t understand why she felt she could trust this mad man.

The Doctor stood at the top of the ramp leading to the TARDIS console. He stared at it sadly, thinking about all the friends that had come and gone. In his pocket he fondled the specs he had always put on when he was in one of his logical rants. With his other hand he tousled his hair and rub his sideburns all the way down to his chin in thought. Carelessly he scuffed the heels of his trainers, making them squeal against the grating.
 
He had just said goodbye to yet another of his friends and his hearts were crying. The Doctor didn't know how many more goodbyes he could take. Every time someone new and unexpecting stepped into his world they always took a bit of him away with them when they left. And when they leave they leave behind all of themselves. Never did they go away. They remained there for all of eternity. Every time he said goodbye it made him feel slightly older, less up for another adventure. He didn't how much longer he could go on traveling with people. Maybe it was time for him to be alone. Alone forever. The way it was supposed to be.
 
As he stood there he sighed heavily and asked the voice interface to activate. On cue the hologram of a man in a blue tailored suit, necktie, and long brown duster appeared before him.
 
"Give me someone I like. Please." He begged sadly as he stared back into the ageless, impassive eyes of the hologram.
 
In his place stole a portrait of a young, blonde girl. She was dressed in a blue, leather jacket and black pants. Her brown eyes stared back at him blankly, inconsistent with who she really was.
 
"Someone else," he croaked, choking on tears. The last memory of her coming into his mind's eye. A hologram, a distant memory on a bay, unable to tell her the truth.
 
In her place was a young, colored woman with her black hair pinned up with a claw, giving her a mane-like look. She was dressed in a red, leather jacket and blue jeans. Her chocloate brown eyes stared back emotionlessly.
 
"Not her either." His last memory of her was one that wasn't too sad. He could see her again if he wanted too. She wasn't cut off from him forever like the others. But she left after telling him off. Telling him that he never looked at her twice. But even after that she called him back to her for help. He had willingly obliged, raging with excitement to see his friend again.
 
As his mind wandered to the time he visted her again he remembered that he was with another woman, slightly older than the others but full with as much fire. Maybe more. And as he thought of her the interface changed again to reveal a red-haired woman with light blue eyes and dressed in a brown, leather jacket, plum-colored shirt, and black trousers.
 
It was when he looked at her that he let the tears fall. "I am so, so sorry," He was sorry not only for what happened to her but anyone he had ever had the misfortune to touch. This woman, his best friend, couldn't even remember their adventures together, let alone him. She will never remember him. She couldn't without burning up.
 
But with the sadness swelled something underneath. A sort of unusual and precious happiness. Yes, there was sorrow and regret and longing and misery. But there was much more than that. There was was love and fiendship and kindness and laughter and simply fun. Just because there was so much sadness didn't mean he had to say goodbye to all the happiness he had come to know.
 
The Doctor smiled sadly to himself and had the interface show him all three woman. He loved them all so much but for different reasons. The blonde he loved with all his hearts, much deeper than friendship. The colored woman he loved because she had the strength to say no and could actually keep up with his superior intellect. And the red hair taught him to hold back from causing pain. She was also notorious for a good laugh. Forever they'd be with him. They're memories couldn't be erased from his own.
 
He gave a short chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair, letting his arms fall down by his side. He stared at them fondly. "All my love to long ago." The Doctor turned off the interface and strode over to the console, pressing the button that would make the TARDIS whir to life. "Now, to days to come." With that the blue box dematerialized into the air with the mad man inside.

The man threw the door open and swung his X-ray scanner out in preparation for an attack. When there was none and he discovered the room was empty, he laughed giddily and pulled her in, slamming the door behind them. Inside was nothing spectacular aside from a few boxes full of medical supplies and smocks for the patients. It was a storage container, a tiny bulb flickering above them.
 
“Sorry, sir, why are we in a closet when fifteen hundred pound beasts can smack down the door in a blink of an eye? Do you want to be eaten, is that your plan?” Georgie demanded as she shuffled around the small room, looking for anything in vain to hold back the cats.
 
The man didn’t seem to be interested in the truth behind her nagging. What he was more interested in was what she was calling him. He shot her a sidelong glance, his eyebrows knitting together and nimble hand ruffling his dark brown hair, perplexed. “Who’s sir?”
 
“You are,” Georgie was equally confused, picking up a broom that lay unused and propping it under the lock so the beats couldn’t get in as quickly as they’d like.
 
“There is no ‘sir.’ I am most definitely not ‘sir.’” The man argued as he felt around the walls for who knew what.
 
“Then who are you? All you’ve given me is ‘Doctor.’”
 
“That’s my name. I’m the Doctor.”
 
“Yeah, I get that, but Doctor who?” Frantically she shifted through the boxes, throwing up packaging peanuts and smocks as she looked for anything useful.
 
“Just the Doctor. That’s what people call me. That’s what I call me. I don’t know why but we just do. So that’s what I go by: the Doctor.” He took out his X-ray scanner once more and started scanning the walls as if they were alive. This so-called Doctor was insane. “Now if you’re done staring it would be quite nice of you to look for a way out of here, little missy.” Georgie hadn’t realized she had stopped moving and was merely watching this man, entranced by his oddities.
 
Georgie rolled her eyes and kept looking but not before telling him her own name. “My name is not ‘little missy,’ Doctor. It’s Georgie. Georgie Stewart. And if you don’t mind me asking as we’re trying to escape with our lives /what/ are you doing with that X-ray scanner? It’s not going to get out of this mess.”
 
The Doctor ceased with his scanning and came up to her flicking the mechanism out to expose the green light. His expressive green eyes were intense as he stared at her, willing her to understand. She swallowed. “This ‘x-ray scanner’ is a sonic screwdriver. It’s sonic. It can do whatever you want, including getting us out of here. What I am doing is trying to find the key to get us moving. All I need you to do is stop talking and trust me. Alright?”
 
Swallowing again, she gave a tiny nod as he turned away from her and continued with whatever he was doing. He tapped the walls delicately in different places as if her were trying to locate an exact spot. “When you say ‘moving,’” she ventured cautiously, ‘what do you mean? We’re in a closet. There’s no way out except for the way we came. And if you’ve forgotten there are cats out there probably betting on who gets to eat who first.”
 
He had his back to her but answered her question, still tapping the walls. “This isn’t a closet. Instead it’s an elevator designed to look like a closet. A perception filter. You would have never noticed it without really looking.” The Doctor paused briefly and turned to look at her, pointing his finger in a similar way a parent disciplines a child. “What did I tell you about talking?”
 
“Sorry,” she apologized hastily. And yet she knew she would continue talking. “So what does this key look like?”
 
Not long after the Doctor jumped up and down and placed his ear to the wall, his tongue rolling inside his mouth as he patiently listened. “Like this,” he took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the opposite wall up and down to reveal the faintest, vertical line separating the two halves of the wall. “Hold onto something because we’re heading down.”
 
“Down where?”
 
“I don’t know,” he grinned, moving over to hold onto a stack of crates lined up against the wall.
 
Georgie groaned, sending her eyes skyward. “Oh, thanks,”
 
Gripping the closet’s handle so that her knuckles turned pasty white, she held on for support, shutting her eyes and crouching down in case some crashed or exploded. She didn’t what to expect but whatever would happen she was ready for. There was his screwdriver’s buzzing and then the ground fell through beneath her. She let out a startled gasp as she felt her innards lurch upwards. Her hair flew wildly around her face, whipping her violently as she struggled for breath. For a moment she felt her feet leave the ground as the elevator dropped rapidly. Everything around her slowly lifted off the ground and crashed against the ceiling. If she hadn’t been crouching and holding onto something that would have been here too. Not far away from her the Doctor was laughing hysterically, staring around him at the chaos he created.
 
“You find this entertaining, don’t you?” she yelled over the grinding metal and distant hisses of the felines they had left behind. Shielding her face from the flying debris, she waited for his reply.
 
“This is the most fun I’ve had in /days./ So yes! Just call me mayhem. No, on second thought don’t call me that. That’s rubbish. Hold on tightly we’re almost there!” his crazy head of hair flew straight up, waving violently in the harsh rush of air. His eyes glistened with excitement.
 
Falling felt like forever. She figured she’d try to make small talk. “Where are we falling exactly?”
 
“The basement of the hospital,” he called back, “There’s never security down in those places. Well, actually there was this one time with these half fish-half man beings. Except back then we were underground. Not really a basement, but away from the surface. And there was another time with these reptile people who claimed they owned the earth. They, too, were underground. But their security was topnotch. Almost got stuck there…” The Doctor trailed off when he saw the sarcasm painted on Georgie’s face. He hadn’t been doing any favors in calming her nerves. “Sorry,” he muttered when suddenly they were pitched forward and then thrown back. Starbursts danced before their eyes as they sat still for a few moments, regaining composure and mind.
 
“We’ve stopped,” Georgie observed, holding her head as she pressed the heels of her palms into her crystalline blue eyes in an attempt to stop the world from spinning.
 
Slowly the Doctor got to his feet albeit a bit wobbly and stumbled forward to the door. Casting her a swift look of concern he held out his hand to her. “Ready to see what’s here?”
 
Unstably she found her feet too and reached for his hand, taking it in her own. Blowing hair out of her face, giving her an unkempt but charming look she smiled, rolling her eyes once more. “Ready,”
Nonchalantly he pushed the doors which opened into a white-walled, bright lighted hall that stretched onwards with hallways branching off at intervals. Just to make sure this man was telling the truth she shut the doors behind her which were indeed elevator doors, not closet doors. Letting out a curious hmm she faced back down the hallway. This place is going to be a freaking maze, she thought with dismay. If they wanted to leave there was no way out but back up and into the mouths of the felines. She would have much rather risked aging for decades in that maze than be eaten in a heartbeat. The Doctor and Georgie walked down the hall, glancing at the many doors that lined the walls. Each was numbered. She noticed that the further they were from the elevator the older the doors grew. At the beginning they were freshly painted with nicely printed letters but as they moved onward they grew sad and dilapidated, the numbers chipped so much that they were nearly impossible to read.
 
“Doctor, where are we?”
 
“The basement of the hospital. Well, actually, underground. Not like the usual underground I’m in a basement. But underground as in beneath the surface of the world. We have traveled beneath the surface of the Ward.”
 
“The Ward?” that was a new term to her. “Like a psychiatric ward?”
 
“More or less. But the hospital upstairs was the hospital ward. The hospital section of the world because the Ward is this world. The basement of the Ward is the underground, beneath the surface. The Ward is a planet inside a hospital. Another perception filter, more or less. This hospital, the hospital you were in was part of the planet Ward. When you entered the hospital you were transported to another planet. Into the Ward which is inside a giant hospital. Isn’t that fantastic?” The Doctor was bouncing with excitement, spinning around with his arms stretched out as he explained. “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”
 
“No, not at all.”
 
“Jeez, you are so slow to follow. Your mind must be so boring to live in. How do you stand it?” he said all of this as he walked up to her, looking her over curiously as if he couldn’t comprehend who she was.
 
“Oye, watch it,” she warned angrily, waving him away with a hand. “So what is it then? What are you trying to tell me?”
 
“What I’m trying to tell you, sweet Georgie Stewart, is that you’re not on earth anymore.”
 
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
 
“I already tried explaining it to you. Please do try to keep up. Anyway how’s your leg?”
 
‘What?” That was an odd change in subject. She looked down at her leg and shook it lamely back and forth. “Fine, I guess. Why?”
 
“You came in because you said it was hurting and yet you ran perfectly up to pace with me which means nothing was wrong. If something was wrong you’d probably be digesting in one of those creature’s stomachs. Not a pleasant thought but albeit possible.”
 
‘Well, it does that. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn’t.”
 
“You said something was torn. If something was torn you wouldn’t be able to walk let alone run. Therefore nothing was wrong with you in the first place.”
 
“Then why did I go to the hospital? Did I just imagine it?”
 
“That’ exactly what we’re trying to figure out. Why did you decide to go? And why did you imagine it in the first place?”
 
Opening her mouth to respond, nothing came out except for a pitiful squeak. She had nothing to say to that. None of it made sense but she couldn’t find herself to argue with his logic. Even though she couldn’t make any sense of it she went along with what he said, never questioning it. “Maybe we’ll find the answers here,” she said.
 
“Good thinking,” he teased approvingly, ruffling her hair.
 
She swatted his hand away again in annoyance. “No one ruffles my hair, got it?”
 
The Doctor smiled at her, ruffling her red hair to spite her. “Yup, got it. Now come on. Let’s see where this way takes us.”
 
The pair of them walked together in comfortable and yet uncomfortable silence. Neither of them knew much about each other and yet there they were on another planet trying to make sense of the happenings around them. As they walked they peeked into several of the rooms. They were empty save for a blinded window and a dusty, old cot covered in a white sheet. Every room was the same.
 
“What are these rooms even used for? Georgie asked the Doctor as she stood on her toes, peering into one and scanning for anything out of the ordinary.
 
“It’s a hospital. They’re probably for patients but seeing as this is an alien planet that throws that theory out the window. They could be used for absolutely anything.”
 
“How comforting,”
 
It must have been some time before they finally stumbled upon another life form. The two of them shared a frantic look and fled into the nearest room, which he had unlocked with his screwdriver. That was a new feature she hadn’t known about. Locking the door behind them they looked over the glass window and found the most peculiar figure. It was a woman, a nurse. She was dressed in a simple, blue frock with a white apron strapped across her waist. On her head was one of those classic, white nurse’s caps. As she walked by she turned her head ever so slightly to reveal the furry face of a cat. Georgie had had about enough of felines for one day. But the cat-woman’s face seemed innocent, no trace of hostilities at all. Her furry, orange, tabby face was impassive as she passed, her lips compressed and unmoving. Her paws were clasped in front of her and her ringed tails swished behind her.
 
“/What/ is that?” Georgie hissed into his ear.
 
“Felinetta. The cat people. What are you doing here, you clever scavengers?” The Doctor’s voice was clouded in confusion as well as he scratched his chin in thought. He didn’t like being out of the loop at all. It was obvious he was trying to make sense of the situation but couldn’t. “You made your home on New, New York. So what are you doing here?”
 
“Why don’t you ask one yourself?” a purring voice asked behind them.
 
Simultaneously, Georgie and the Doctor shared another troubled look and turned their heads slowly towards the voice in a somewhat dramatic fashion. What they saw plagued the Doctor terribly.
 
“Hello, Doctor, I haven’t seen you in a very, very long time.”
 
The cat-woman seemed to be laughing.

"Oye, Mum, I understand. Jeez. I'll go the grocer's shop after I go to the doctor's. I'll get you your instant coffee mix. I'm not stupid. Yeah, yeah sorry. I'll see you in a bit. Love you too, Mum. Kisses." A pretty, young red head shut her phone and rolled her eyes. All her mother did was talk. And when she spoke it was usually to nag her about something she was doing wrong. That was the extent of Georgie Stewart’s life. It took her all of eighteen years to ignore her mother's loud, obnoxious voice. It was just white noise now. Georgie learned to live with it.
 
Georgie was a simple girl from a small town in Cardiff, England. It was a homely place with matching houses and yards, nothing too out of the ordinary. Her routine was the same everyday: go to school, go to work, go home and listen to her mother complain about how dull her life was.
 
But today was a slight alteration to her familiar routine seeing that she was on her way to the doctor's to check-up on her leg. Filled with stiff pains and cramps, Georgie felt that something must have been torn and as an actor she couldn't be hobbling around. It would throw everything off. So, she thought it best that she get it checked and as always her mom shot her down, saying that a simple check-up would cost too much for a receptionist to cover. But after much insistence she persuaded her mom to let her go, claiming that if something were to break it would cost even more and she'd be stuck at home, desperate for some serious doting. So that morning her mother sent her away.
 
Coming up to her local office she swung the door open and sat down in the waiting area. There were several more people there than she was used to seeing. Seats were hardly ever full so seeing only a handful of them empty was unusual, but other than that she made nothing of it. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat she waited to be called, rubbing her leg as the pain started to flair. Biting her lip, she winced, running her other hand through her hair as she rubbed. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the flash of a white jacket and she glanced up from behind her undone hair to see the fleeing image of Doctor Nathanson. She was a comely, middle-aged woman with tawny-brown hair, warm green eyes, and a kindly smiled. Doctor Nathanson waved at her as she passed, her tails flapping as she sped by.
 
Without giving her doctor another thought she waited for several more minutes before the nurse called her in. Following her into one of the rooms she took a seat on the bed and told the nurse what bothered her. The nurse nodded, wrote a few notes down on a clipboard, and told her that the doctor would be in shortly. Georgie stared around the room aimlessly, swinging her legs back and forth like she was five years old again.
 
As she waited she started to dream. To dream about life away from Cardiff. Far, far away. Her life was so simple. She wanted more. She wanted adventure but where she lived none was to be found.
 
She must have been out of it for a while because she didn't even notice the knocking at the door and then it sliding open. When she heard the grating of the wood against the floor she figured it was Doctor Nathanson, so she greeted her. But the voice that was anything but female.
 
"Hello, I'm the Doctor,"
 
Startled, Georgie glanced over, eyes wide. Standing at the doorway was a tall, lean man wearing a tweed jacket, a red bowtie tied around his neck. Thrown over the jacket was a white lab coat. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, a goofy smile plastered across his face. His head was cocked to the side like a curious puppy.
 
"Um, hello," a confused Georgie replied, knitting her eyebrows together. “Sorry, who are you?"
 
The man bounced on his toes and rocked on his heels, placing his thumbs under his suspender straps and pulling them out, smiling. "I'm the Doctor."
 
"Where's Dr. Nathanson? I saw her when I walked in."
 
"She's -uh -well she's -um- busy. Had to head over to the ER, bad, very bad stomach pains. Maybe fatal."
 
Unconvinced she arched her eyebrows, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh, I'm sure. Well, if you're the doctor why aren't you checking my injury?"
 
Understanding flitted across his green eyes and he hurried forward. "Right, oh yes. I knew that. So what seems to be the problem?"
 
She told him that they had been practicing a chase seen for the school musical when it happened. As she had jumped off one of the platforms she landed funny and her leg tucked beneath her, giving in and making her fall forward. At the time she had dismissed any speculation of injury knowing that she’d be double-casted if she were hurt.
 
While she explained her dilemma of something possibly being torn the man called the Doctor, who seemed to be vaguely listening to her, took out a funny-looking device. It looked cylindrical, made out of a kind of bronze metal and a silver claw at the end which could be opened with the press of a button. A tiny green bulb sat inside the claw’s grasp. It remarkably looked like screwdriver except it had a claw at the end with a glowing green light. It made a funny buzzing sound as he waved it up and down, flicking it outward as the claw revealed itself, the green light sitting in the middle. "Whoa, what's that? Some kind of new X-ray?"
 
He quickly shot her an open look and nodded. "Um yeah. You could say that. Anyway, you are completely fine. There's nothing wrong with you." With a charming grin he tucked his X-ray machine away and patted my knee as if to say good-to-go.
 
"Yes there is," she protested hotly, "What kind of doctor are you saying that your patient doesn't have anything wrong with them when there clearly is? I’m guessing whatever medical school you went to skipped that lecture."
 
"Oh, well then," the man stumbled with words, "I didn't go to medical school, but I know enough to tell you, young lady, that there is nothing wrong with you. You're free to go." He stood up slowly and shot a look out the window, hurrying to the door. In an instant the expression on his face changed from something friendly to something guarded, warily curious. It looked like he was conflicted. He turned his back to her and stood at the doorway for a few heartbeats as if he were planning to leave. But before he did he peered over his shoulder and said to her, "The prescription for your problem is to basically run."
 
"Excuse me?"
 
"Run. Just run."
 
Suddenly, when Georgie opened her mouth to protest again, something crashed through the window. Shards of glass splintered around her as she covered her face with her arms, crying out in brief terror. When she peered through the gap between her arms what she saw was something out of a nightmare. The creature was seemingly cat-like in appearance but one look at their face and the way they moved would tell anyone otherwise. It looked like any ordinary family pet except that it was probably the size of pick-up truck. Ears flattened tightly against its skull, red eyes narrowed in hostility, and a nose wrinkled to reveal two rows of sharp fangs would give anyone the second thought of petting the nice kitty. Hackles raised and tail swatting from side to side was another obvious indication that this cat didn’t want to play. It wanted to eat. And the only thing it could eat at that moment was Georgie Stewart.
 
Heart beating rapid in her chest, Georgie stumbled backwards into the tiny medicine counter and swiped an arm over it to dislodge all of the supplies into the feline’s face. All of them hit their mark but it was unfazed and quickened its advancement, head low and shoulders raised. Clumsily and losing her footing she backed towards the doorway and pressed herself as tightly as she could against it, closing her eyes so that she wouldn’t have to stare inside its mouth.
 
The heat and reek off its mouth was so close to her face that she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Even in the face of becoming kibble she still had enough in her to tell the thing to get a breath mint. She could feel the creature going in for the last bite when suddenly it stopped. Confused, dazed, and slightly relieved she dared to peek through narrowed eyes. What she saw made her heart stop. The feline’s eyes were wide and bloodshot, veins crisscrossing over each other and its pupils were staring straight at her. Its face was so incredibly close to hers that she could see the little dots at the base of ever whisker that indicated where it grew from. And its fangs dripped with saliva, open and read to bite down. Only, it didn’t. Because propped between its upper and lower jaw was the man’s X-ray scanner.
 
Still in shock she couldn’t make the smart decision and move out of striking distance. Someone else made that call for her. The man stuck his head inside the mouth of the creature, grinning widely at her. “Now if you don’t mind,” he said, “I would very much appreciate it if I either had an umbrella to stop this excessive drooling or that you’d simply RUN!” With that he dodge his head around the cat’s grabbed her arms which in turn trigged her to grab the X-ray scanner which in turn triggered the cat to resume its chase of cat and mouse.
 
Finding her footing she ran through the hospital’s corridors, rooms open on either side of her to expel even more cats as if one wasn’t bad enough. When she saw each door revealed another cat she felt her heart pound harder and feet fly faster, her grip never letting go of the man who led her the way. He was strangely calm though it was obvious that he may have been just as terrified as her though any of it was masked by the excitement on his face as he ran.
 
The halls went on for what felt like forever until they came upon a door smaller than the others marked “closet.” With a sigh laden in relief he yanked it open only to find another cat staring him directly in the face. Eyes wide and mouth open, he drew back and raised his arms, fiddling with his fingers.
 
“That was unexpected,” he breathed, regaining his breath. "Did not see that coming. That’s new for me.”
 
“Oh for heaven’s sake!” she cried, slamming the door in its face seeing as he just left it open as it was ready to pounce. A hard thud came from the other side. And then a muted mew. Not wanting to see what would happen I grabbed the Doctor’s hand and told him to keep running. As if he liked the word he smiled at me and kept running until we came onto another door marked “closet.” Quickly he reached for the knob but I swatted his hand away. Confusion clouded his features. “If there’s another cat behind that door I swear to God I hope it eats you first.”
 
He arched his eyebrows in amusement, a sly grin on his face, and his eyes alight with an adventurous fire. The man didn’t have anything to say to that except for one word. “Geronimo.”

Amelia stood in front of the TARDIS, her red hair flying around her face. Her eyes were bloodshot as tears endlessly streamed down her cheeks. The frigid air bit at her skin as she said her goodbyes. The Doctor gazed back at her sadly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Tears gathered in his eyes as they talked for the last time. He wasn't only saying goodbye to a great companion, but to his best friend.
 
"Doctor, why can't I go on with you? After all we've done I can't stay here and live life again. It's so boring." She wrinkled her nose in disgust, an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.
 
The Doctor eyed her fondly and chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so Scottish."
 
The sorrow in Amy's eyes only increased further, aging her pretty face by years. The fiery redhead he had once known was gone. "Rory used to say that to me."
 
The Doctor swallowed, his green eyes flashing with remembrance, a hand running through his light brown hair. He answered the unasked question between them. "Amy, the girl who waited, you waited 14 years for me and then you traveled with me, but now that time has come to an end."
 
"How am I supposed to move on without you or Rory. It'll be just me. How can I live a normal life when I've seen so much?" He drew her into a hug and let her cry, her tears staining his clothes. "Rory's gone, Doctor. What am I supposed to do? And now you're leaving, too." she sobbed so hard it was nearly impossible to understand her.
 
"I'm so, so sorry. Rory never existed. The man we both knew is dead. A Paradox. Your life never happened. He was the Master as a human. A human body. A human life with human memories. Rory was like John Smith. My human alias. Amy, it'll be hard. So hard, but you are strong. I know how strong you are. It may take years to heal but you'll get better. I promise."
 
She drew away, her lips quivering as she fought the tears that spilled over. Shaking her head she bit her lip, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. Amy stared at him in dismay. "How can I? Rule number one: The Doctor lies. But besides that it's Rory. Life isn't worth living without him. Knowing he never really loved me and our whole life together was a lie. It's too much, Doctor. It's too much." She threw herself at him again and buried her face into his chest.
 
Gently he stroked her back and hair. He kissed her forehead. "Amy, Amy, please don't say that. Rory may not have existed, but he is still alive in your mind as long as you remember him as such. Rory lives in you. Not the Master. Rory. Just keep his memory alive and he'll be with you forever."
 
"Doctor, please don't let me stay. I can't go back. Please." She lifted her head again, shaking it desparately, in hopes that he'd let her continue journeying with him. But he shook his head, drawing her away from him. "My sweet Amelia Pond, I can't. The burden that comes with your name is too great for me to handle. I destroyed your life and I can never forgive myself."
 
"No! No, you made my life the most incredible adventure imaginable."
 
"You need time to heal. You know that better than I do. Being with me will just bring those last moments with Rory back to you when you need to remember everything but that. But with that, being with me will only cause Rory to die in your memory. To be replaced by me. I can't afford that.
 
Amy combed the hair out of her eyes in pained frustration, trying to come up with a compromise so that he'd let her come along. But she couldn't. "I know but you'll come back to visit won't you?"
 
The Doctor gazed at his friend sadly, all the memories between them playing through his mind's eye. "I can't."
 
"But there's nothing weird stopping you from coming back to this world." she protested hotly, the old fire he had known rekindling for a brief instant.
 
"I know," he whispered, seeing that old fire within her. "This is the final goodbye, my Amelia Pond." He pulled away from her, tucking hair behind her ear. "The girl who waited. This is the end." With that he stepped into the TARDIS and left. The whirring of the machine echoed in Amy's ears as the blue box vanished from her life forever. She stood there heartbroken as her raggedy doctor, her imaginary friend, her best friend left her behind.
 
Inside the TARDIS the Doctor paced around the console, gathering his thoughts. And when he could make sense of them no more he stopped his pacing and stared at the ceiling. He finally allowed the tears to fall.
 

(This is my imagining of the Ponds' goodbye based on countless theories my friends and I have come up with. It probably won't happen but nice to have it written down. (: )

Run fast and run far. That's what the mad man with a box told me. Being chased by aliens really wasn't my idea of a perfect night but I'll take what I can get. I mean, my life would have been so dull without this man so I have no right to complain. It all happened so quickly. I was alone at home, groaning on and on about how extremely dull my life was and before I knew it I was with such an odd man. And we were running. And all the time he was laughing, telling me how brilliant I was. He thought running for our lives was a game. I didn't know how to feel at that point. Scared? Confused? No. Excited. The thrill of the chase. He offered me a choice.He said I could see all of time and space. But it wasn't that thought that made me go with him. He lookd sad. Lonely. He needed a friend. Someone to travel with, I guess. So I ran. I took his hand and we ran. Far and fast. Forever.

The TARDIS is the most masterfully crafted piece of work ever. Fantastic! The man who operates it is even more astounding. The Doctor, his name is. He is simply charming and yet rather odd. He talks like a mad man and I can never understand him. The only thing I ever did understand was that he wanted to take me on an advnture. Geronimo! I thought he was crazy. It was a police box after all. But i went in anyway and never regretted it. We've been traveling for so long, running so far. We never stop and he never stops amazing me. And I love him. I simply love him. I never want to leave the TARDIS because that would mean leaving him. I will stay here forever traveling the galaxies forever. So, so long, ordinary life. And hello to forever. Allons-y!