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Leslie and the Doctor [part 1]

By Dylan Fox

Adventure / Scifi

Leslie

Life's been pretty chaotic and wild lately. Ever since I've met him, things just haven't been the same. Him and that big, blue box. It's just been all...unreal. I had no idea that, in his free time, he would do things that...dangerous. Here's how it all started...my adventure with the Doctor.


I groaned as the irritating noise from the alarm clock beside me rang in my ear. Reaching out an arm, I tried to find the tiny clock. Eventually, I smashed my hand on top of the two bells and pushed it into the bin just below my bed.

"Much better..." I murmured as I rolled over to get a few extra minutes sleep.

Minutes is the wrong word. Let's try hours.

"Leslie, we're going to be late!" yelled my roommate, Skye, from the doorway. "We're gonna miss the lecture!"

"Five more minutes...!" I groaned, covering my head with a pillow. Every morning this happens – Skye wakes me up from a totally awesome dream! And always at the best bit...

"No, now! If you're not ready in ten minutes, I'm leaving without you," Skye taunted. I got the sudden feeling that she thought she was my mother.

"I can't get ready in ten minutes!" I screamed, bolting upright.

"Take it or leave it, Les." She let out a devilish grin and slid out the door.

"Ugh, fine." Practically crawling out of bed, I slithered over to my wardrobe where I opened the doors and stared at the lines of shirts, trying to decipher which to wear. I eventually settled for a casual t-shirt with It's Okay to Look written across the chest and regular black chinos, accompanied by red high-tops Converse.

"Three...two..." I heard Skye counting down from the front door, clearly trying to catch my attention.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, emerging from my bedroom.

"I hope not, not in the house," Skye joked, desperately trying to be funny. As it didn't work, I simply rolled my eyes and walked out of the house.

The walk to university was a long, wet stroll. It was still seven in the morning and all the energy from my body was completely drained. Why does school start so damn early?

"Being 18 sucks..." I moaned as I entered the university doors. Students flooded the hallways, eager to get to their lectures. How can they all be so energetic this early in the morning? It's like they're all being controlled and forced to be happy.

"Don't be such a sour puss, Les. Now hurry, I want to get to this lecture!" And with that, she pelted down the hall into the room we were both supposed to be in. Even Skye's acting abnormal.

Without warning, I got smashed into by one of the professors. But this one wasn't like the regular professors – this one's awesome. Someone I can relate to. Doctor John Smith, my physics professor.

"Sir, are you okay?" I asked him. "You seem to be in rush...and going in the wrong direction..."

"Yes, perfectly fine," he replied with his Scottish accent.

"You should be in your room," I pointed out, realising the bell would go any second. "Come on, Sir." Despite his protesting, I dragged Doctor Smith to his classroom.

"I have an important matter to attend to!"

"I think your students' education is more important than whatever it is you're doing." That shut him up. He usually puts his students before anything.

When we got into the classroom, the air was thick. Something was definitely wrong. Wait, didn't Skye just come in here? Where is she?

"I don't like this..." I said, my voice hoarse. "Sir, why is-? Sir?" I caught him at the corner of my eye holding some sort of device with the tip glowing green and making a consistent buzzing sound. "What the hell is that?"

"A sonic screwdriver," he said bluntly.

"And what does it do?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Not wood."

"Well, that's helpful," I sighed. This is just getting too weird. "Will you stop doing that?" I yelled at him as he was moving around the room with a concentrated look perched on his face.

"You sent Skye in here, correct?" he suddenly questioned, taking me off guard.

"Um, yeah. Well, no," I stammered.

"Where is she?" His voice grew dark and more serious.

"I don't know, I was hoping you would tell me." This was creeping me out now.

"I wasn't talking to you."

My heart jumped to my throat. Someone was with us, I knew it. The atmosphere grew thicker and thicker with every passing second. Then, out of nowhere, Skye emerged out of the darkness of the shadows.

"Skye!" I yelped with glee and ran towards her.

"Leslie, wait! That's not Skye!" Doctor Smith tried to warn me, but Skye's arm drew up and she entwined her fingers around my neck.

Gasping for air, I squealed for Doctor Smith to help me, but what he did was more bizarre than anything so far. He pointed the sonic wotsamathing directly at my best friend's head and, in a split second, she collapsed to the ground.

"Skye!" I squeaked in surprise, bending down and propping her head onto my lap. "What did you do to her?!"

"Just a tranquiliser. She'll wake up in a few hours or so." The Professor was being so casual about this, like it was a regular everyday occurrence.

Rising to my feet in absolute rage, I stomped over to Doctor Smith and decked him in the face. Despite him being an old man, I didn't regret it. He never acted like this. He was scaring me!

"Who the hell do you think you are? How can you be so calm about this? What the hell is going on?" I shrieked, trying my hardest not to cry.

"I'm the Doctor. I'm an alien from the planet Gallifrey. I've been saving this planet and many civilizations for over two thousand years. Right now, this school is under attack by a race known as the Cybermen, and we're gonna be the ones to save it. You okay with that?"

Whoa, this is a lot to take in... My physics lecturer is an alien, like...an actual proper alien! Does the principle know about this? Wait, why am I thinking that?! This is like a huge thing! He's a freaking alien! My head was dancing with what seemed like an infinite amount of questions.

In all the fuss and mess in my head, I just said, "Yeah, fine." Fine?! Ugh, think, Leslie, think! Nothing about this is fine!

"Perfect, come along." And with that, the crazy old man left. Reluctantly, and rather idiotically, I followed him, eager for answers. And just like that, questions flew out of my mouth, like a little kid who just engulfed five pounds of sugar.

"What do I call you? Where are we going? Are you going to leave Skye back there alone? What are Cybermen? Can you get Cyberwomen too? Do you do this all the time?"

"ENOUGH!" he yelled, causing startled birds to flee from nearby trees. "To answer all of those questions - the Doctor, somewhere safe, yes, she'll recover, metal men who have no emotion, no, and yes! Clear?" I could sense the irritation laced in his words, so I just nodded to avoid even more tension, and we were on our way walking again. My entire life was in his hands.


After a good long stroll to the other side of campus, we came face-to-face with...a box?

"Why have we stopped here?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"This is my house," the 'Doctor' stated like it was normal. "I live here."

"You live in a box? Wow, you must be really lonely."

"It isn't a box!" the Doctor yelled. "She's called the TARDIS."

"Oh, so it has a name. That would be cute if you weren't an old man," I stated plainly, reaching for the handles and giving them a good push [and pull]...but nothing happened.

"Why won't it open?" I asked in confusion. Did he lock the doors?

"She doesn't like you," said the Doctor.

"It doesn't what now?" I questioned with a small laugh.

"Not it, she. That's why she doesn't like you. Treat her with respect." Like it was nothing, the Doctor simply opened the doors. I stood, once again, bewildered.

"Behold, the TARDIS!" he stated, rather proudly.

"Whoa..." I said in awe as I stepped through the doors. The interior...it was...big! Like, really big! Taking a few more steps, I looked around, unable to take all of it in.

"It's..." I stammered, lost for words.

"Go on, say it," the Doctor said. "They all do."

"It's bigger..." I began just as a thought hit me. I stared at the Doctor's face; his eyebrows seemed bushier than normal. His face held a triumphant grin as he stared right back.

"Does it have Wi-Fi?" I questioned.

"Okay," he said longingly, appearing slightly disappointed. "Never had that one."

"Thank you?" was my reply.

There was a pregnant pause as we both continued our staring contest.

"Stay here," the Doctor finally said and went off to the cylinder thing in the centre of the abnormally large room. He started pressing buttons, flicking switches and pulling levers while I just watched in amazement.

Before I could contemplate what was even happening, lights began flashing around the room and something inside the cylinder thing started moving vertically.

"What's going on?" I said – probably louder than I should have – clinging to the railings of the stairs for dear life.

"We're moving," the Doctor replied nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Unable to believe what he was saying, I gaped at him with my mouth open like a codfish, not able to form words.

"What?" I eventually said.

"We're moving," he repeated as all the flashing and whirring came to a stand-by. "Correction – we've landed," he added.

"It's a freaking box! How could we have 'landed' if we haven't even moved?" I exploded. But before I could protest any more, the Doctor snapped his fingers and, with a jolt, the doors behind me opened inwards.

Slowly twisting my body around, eyes as wide as saucers, I saw it. The Doctor was right – we had moved! Beyond the doors were vaguely familiar. I've seen it on my journey to the university. If I'm honest, I've never had a good, long, hard look at it.

There was a black, metal gate guarding whatever lay beyond. The building ahead was gigantic! It appeared to be a rundown, old factory of some sort.

"Wow," was all I could say in awe.

Then the Doctor fished out that sonic doodah and pointed it at the lock of the gate. Within a few seconds, the padlock broke apart and fell with a thump to the ground.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.

"You can't do that!" I proclaimed. "We're going back to school." I tugged at the Doctor's arm, but he stayed put. For a skinny, old man, he was rather strong.

"Don't you want to explore, Leslie?" he asked as he turned on me. I gulped at his tall height – it was threatening.

"Well...yes, but I think—"

"Then let's go." Without another word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the gates.


Glancing around as we walked through the abandoned factory, I clung to the Doctor's arm like Applejack to Rainbow Dash's tail, terrified and shivering.

"Will you please get off me?" groaned the Doctor. Immediately, I released him.

"Sorry," I stuttered, looking down. Suddenly, I heard a banging sound – almost like knocking. "What was that?" I screeched. The Doctor covered my mouth with his large hand and shushed me. My eyes were so wide, I'm surprised they didn't pop out.

I bit the Doctor's index finger and he yanked his hand away with an "Ow!"

"Tell me what the noise was, Doctor. You obviously know," I demanded furiously.

"I don't know!" he yelled at me. "And I really hate not knowing. Wow, you have strong teeth!" he commented, shaking his hand to take away the pain.

The banging occurred again – closer.

I spun around and looked towards the source of the sound. There was a closed door. It must be on the other side of that door, I thought, so I took a step closer. I could still hear the Doctor cursing at the agony I gave him with my rabbit teeth. I walked closer and closer until I was in opening distance.

"Leslie, don't!" I heard the Doctor cry. But I'd already opened the wooden door ajar.

The other side of the door is something I'll never forget. There was armour, but not the usual kind of armour you find in mansions and stuff. This armour was shining silver and moving. Walking.

I stumbled back into the Doctor's arms, petrified and breathing heavily. He caught me and whispered in my ear, "run."

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