Blue Box

Ember Winters has had the same dream as long as she could remember. Monsters and chocolate. Doctors and boxes. But they are only dreams, right?
Oh, they're real. And Ember is soon going to get the surprise of a life time. Everything she has ever thought was real is an illusion. All the things she claimed didn't exist. Well, they do. And the man she has known all her life from a dream, he will save her life.


6. Half-life

     I ran my fingers through my slightly tangled (from the wind) hair , using the screen of my phone as a mirror. Mom would be so ticked if she found out I was skipping school, not just one day, but two. I hid my blue and black bike in the bushes, not wanting anyone to recognize it.

     I jogged to the TARDIS, praying that I wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew. About two or three feet away from it, I snapped. The door flung open, and I went in.

     "Doctor?" I called. "Are you here?"

     "What are you doing here?" he asked, appearing from a room (probably his bedroom). "Shouldn't you be at school, studying or something?" He pulled the bathrobe around him tighter.

     "No, who needs school when you can save the world? Besides, TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimension in Space. You can take me back into time to go to school if it means that much to you."

     "Yeah, and by doing that, I'll be crossing my own time stream, and ripping a hole in the universe."

     "Well, they'll probably be a hole in the universe if we don't stop Sorcer," I reasoned as I pulled off my backpack. "So, I have been doing research while you've been what? Sleeping?" I pointed at his bedhead (Despite that, he still looked kinda cute. Fine! Major cute.).

     Attempting to flatten his hair, the Doctor questioned, "Research? On what? Your internet of limited Earth knowledge?"

     "Don't be daft." I pulled a device out of my bag. Silver with little blue lights on  the rim, a screen, and little keyboard. The Doctor's (dazzling) eyes widened at the sight of it.

       "My Sonic Search! How - when - what?" He stuttered, trying to decide which question to ask first.

     "When I was fifteen, you came to my backyard in the middle of the night. Woke me up with your little "whooshy" TARDIS sounds. You weren't you though. Looked totally different. Anyway, you and some girl who called you 'Grandfather' were talking, and she was slammed to the ground by a... thing, for lack of better words. Your 'granddaughter' dropped this great little contraption, while you convinced the thing to not destroy the human race. Quite amazing, might I add. You two left, and I raced to collect your 'misplaced item.' You probably thought it was lost in some random place in all of time and space. Probably never even thought to check Earth again. "

     "So, you stole it?"

     "Finders keepers, losers weepers," I recited, remembering what Vicky told me every time she took my Halloween candy, or "borrowed" my clothes, or made a grab at the money Aunt Billie gave me for cleaning her house. "I figured out it was some sort of searching do-hick-y. Last night, I stayed up researching, deducting, eliminating. Because of the his human looks, his cruel personality, and the fact everyone likes him despite that,  I narrowed Sorcer's species from your 139 to 4. Then I remembered the emphasis he constantly put on his name being pronounced right. Like Mr. D said in Percy Jackson. 'Names have power.' But that is only true with older species, so I ended up crossing one more off the list, leaving 3." I smiled smugly, loving the look of sheer disbelief stuck on the Doctor's face.

     "So, you stole it?" he repeated.

    "You know what? Take it." I handed it to him, but he pushed it away.

     "Keep it." He said, gazing into my eyes. (No joke. You could cut the tension with a knife.) He put the silence to a halt by bringing us back on topic.  "What are the species you believe he is?"

     "He could be either a Kaeye, a Raguson, or a Derko."

     "Sounds about right." Suddenly, his eyes lost focus, concentrating on something else. "What is that?"

     "What is what?"

     "That sound." He rushed to the door of the TARDIS, flinging it open and sticking his head out, listening. I followed, trying to hear it as well. But I couldn't.

     "What's going on?"

     "Cross Derko off the list. That is the song of a sister species."

     "A what?"

     "Sister species. There are three sister species: Kaeye, Ood, and Raguson. The Raguson felt the Ood were too different, and they sold them out, like slaves. There was nothing the Kaeye could do for them, but they wanted to adopt something of the Ood, to remember them, and they chose a song, the song of their captivity. The Kaeye began singing it when a half-life if their type was created. Unfortunately for us, the Raguson also took the song and its new traditions. That could be the sound of either."

     "I can't hear a thing," I admitted.

     "Do you want to?"

     "Yes." The Doctor placed his hands on my head, placing his ring fingers and pinkies under my ears, his middle and index fingers on my temple, and his thumbs directly below my eyes. I could feel him moving throughout my brain.

     "Just open your mind," he said. I did so, and a melody rushed into me. It was indescribable, the melancholy chorus. I wept a tear, which soon became many. I barely noticed the Doctor pulling his hands out of formation.

      "It's so beautiful, and sad."

     The Doctor nodded, understandingly before asking, "Do you want me to take it away?"

     "No," was my answer, although I was silently shouting "Yes, yes, yes! Take this burden away from me!"

     "You're strong. You know, Donna, my last companion, she asked me to take it away."

     I could tell from the look in his eyes that this Donna character was a sore subject for him. She probably had some horrible thing happen to her. Trying to avoid an awkward moment, I brought up a new topic. "That thing you did with your hands, that was pretty cool. Can anyone do that, or just time travelers?"

     "A human could enter a mind like that if they truly needed to, yes. But they rarely have a time when they would need to. It's simple, happens as soon as your hands are in the correct positions, but you need to truly, totally, without a doubt in your mind, want it. And that sounded incredibly dirty, didn't it?"

     Stiffing a laugh, I replied, "Kinda." And then a realization struck me, causing my short, happy moment to  come to a close. "Wait, you said the song. It - when a half-life is created."

     Like he was reading my thoughts (although, I hoped he wasn't inside them anymore), he answered the unasked question. "Yes, I'm sorry. Vicky. She's a-" He cut himself off, allowing the truth to sink in.

     I completed the terrible thought. "-a half-life. My sister is a half-life."

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