The One Time Forgot: Lost

Five Minutes

Isabelle stood in her kitchen staring at the clock on the wall. It read five minutes after the time she had gotten into the TARDIS to travel to the jail where Jenro was being held. Only five minutes had elapsed but her mind and body knew a whole day and a half had past. In only five minutes, she had met another alien, saved alien eggs, and watched an alien spacecraft shoot to the moon.

She turned from the clock towards the Doctor.

"I guess this is it. You'll be on your way and I'll continue to live my life here," Isabelle stated.

The Doctor pondered before responding. "It doesn't have to be that way."

Isabelle chuckled, "Yes, it does."

"What are you afraid of, Isabelle?" the Doctor asked as he leaned against her kitchen counter with his arms folded over his chest.

"Who says I'm afraid?" she said with gumption.

The Doctor smirked and shook his head.

"All right! I'm afraid it will be too much."

"But you understand what is out there already, the adventure, the creatures. Look at the knowledge you will gain," he said excitedly.

"I am. And I'm just not sure I could handle it."

"I think you can. Come here," he said as he grabbed her hand and led her into her lounge. He pointed at the walls. "Look at all these charts and notes. You were born to do this."

"That's what you think," she said almost to herself crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's what I believe."

"How can you believe that? When right now, I'm scared to death! You obviously live a dangerous life since you haven't lived to your full life expectancy. I don't have that kind of courage."

"Do I need to remind you that you took the initiative to look for the Krassen eggs by yourself? And out witted the guard? You befriended an alien today. He will forever remember you," the Doctor noted.

"Jenro won't remember me," Isabelle slated herself.

"I wasn't talking about Jenro," the Doctor muttered.

Isabelle stared at the Doctor. He returned her gaze.

"What about my life here? What will happen with my job, my house, my bills?" she questioned.

"They'll still be here when you return. We could be gone for months but I could have you back by tomorrow, you're time," he explained.

"Don't you worry something will happen to me?" she asked. "What if I die?"

"I will try to keep you safe, but it is a risk you have to take. If you are willing to take it," he said with a bit of gloom.

"Will it always be dangerous?"

"Not always."

"And eventually, you will bring me back and leave, forever. Won't you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't have to be for a while."

"How long, Doctor? How long before you tire of me?"

"I never get tired of anyone. I just know when the time is right for you to return," he said.

Isabelle nodded and meandered away from him then back again in thought.

"It's strange. I barely know you, yet I feel I know about you. Like I've heard about you in whispers or dreams. And now, you're here. These charts and posters were getting me ready for the moment of your arrival. And yet, I know the dangers that lie ahead," she surmised. She shook her head and sighed, "But I can't."

"I understand," he softly said. The disappointment shone on his face.

The Doctor's gaze faltered from hers as she tried desperately to hold onto it. He slowly turned away from her walking towards the garden door. She followed him out to the TARDIS. He looked at her one more time as he stood by the door. Isabelle gave him a small weak wave of her hand as a final farewell.

"You could have been great, Isabelle," he noted.

"Maybe, and maybe not," she replied weakly.

The Doctor entered the blue police box closing the door behind him. Isabelle turned from the TARDIS. Her hand covered her mouth and she went quickly back into the house. The familiar whooshing groan of the TARDIS sounded and then faded away. Isabelle ran up the stairs.

Five minutes later, Isabelle was falling asleep to her own sobs.


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