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.

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14. My Mom is Also the Definition of Argumentative

     "I'm sorry I ran out like I did. I completely abandoned you," I said.

     "No big deal. In the end, you saved our hides."

      "Did you honestly think I was running off?"

     "Only for a moment. You're a nice actress." I smiled at the Doctor's compliment.

     The TARDIS landed, and I opened the door to find my house. The Doctor parked the TARDIS in plain sight, my front yard. "How long have we been gone?" I asked.

     "Three minutes since I left with you."

     "Oh, okay. I'm going in for a second."

     I walked to my front door, and opened it. "Mom, Dad," I called out. "I'm home."

     Mom and Dad came bounding from my room (now unlocked); Mom's face was stained with tears, and Dad stared at me as if I was an apparition. Mom whispered, "Ember, is that really you?"

     "Yeah, it's not like I've been gone forever."

     "Forever? No. Three weeks? Yes."

     "Three weeks?"

     That's when the Doctor ran in, slamming into the doorway, trying to warn me, "I was wrong. Three weeks, not three minutes."

     "Bit late for that, Sherlock!"

     "I have really got to get better at that!"

     "Well, duh. Time Lord. Time is in the name. Wait! Have you done that before?"

    "In another life, yeah."

     "Oh m-"

     "Oh my word!" Mom interrupted. "It's - It's you! The Doctor!" He straightened up at the sound of his name (if you can call it that) and smiled, oblivious to the fact that Mom was raising her hand. And, SMACK! She slapped him, leaving a mark the color of Secar Detinu's sky.

     "Why is it always the mothers? Why?" The Doctor muttered, rubbing the place where Mom struck him.

     "You little -"

     "Watch it, Mom! He just saved the lives of everyone on this ruddy planet and tons of others too! So stop your bickering!"

     "You went missing to God-Knows-Where!"

     "I was, uh, traveling!"

     " 'Traveling?' Is that what they call it these days?"

     " 'It?' Do you mean - ugh! No!"

      "Don't play coy with me! That little blue box isn't too big! What else could you have been doing for three weeks?"

     "Oh, I don't know. Saving the universe perhaps? And it's been an hour since I left the house this morning!"

     "Yeah," The Doctor said (like he should really butt in during a fight between my mother and me). "You see, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbily-wobbily... timey-wimey... stuff. So an hour, three weeks. All the same really."

     "Can it!"

     "Mom!"

     "Will everyone just shut up?" Dad screamed. I had forgotten he was there, to tell the truth. "Ember is fine! The Doctor has finally shown himself after all these years! Let's drop it."

     "I like the sound of that. Sensible, your dad is," the Doctor stated.

     "I have one last question. Where is Vicky?" Mom looked at me when she asked, which made me even more nervous, because I didn't want to have to tell her. I looked to the Doctor for help, but he pretended to look all interested in a box of crayons that was on the table nearby (Fat lot of help, ain't he? About as useful as the white crayon he was twiddling around between his fingers.).

     "Vicky is dead. Her boyfriend was an alien, and she let him transform her. And later, he killed her." I said blandly.

     Mom and Dad looked shocked. Like nothing in the world mattered anymore, because one daughters died. I was nothing. I left the house, heading for the TARDIS.

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