[In case you don't know my name, Nelly = Me]It was dark and stormy the night Nelly sat alone at her laptop. As it was New England, it was also fairly cold, despite it technically being May, causing her to shiver as she read her latest e-mail from Hofstra University. She was just about to turn off the computer and look over her lines when there came a noise from outside the room. It was old, rusty, and mechanical, like engines trying desperately to fight their way into existence. It wasn’t something she was used to hearing at quarter to midnight in her upstairs hallway, and was something she normally would have gone out to investigate, had her room not been rather suddenly invaded.
“Where the hell have you been?!” shouted the tall, dark haired man now standing in her doorway. Nelly gasped.
“You’re David Tennant!” she exclaimed.
“What?” said the man, “No I’m not, I’m the Doctor.”
“The Doctor is Matt Smith.”
“No, the Doctor is me,” said the man, “and anyway, David Tennant’s still got a few episodes left, doesn’t he?”
“Oh yeah,” said Nelly, “I’ve been a bit out of it.”
“So I’ve noticed!” the Doctor suddenly exclaimed, “When was the last time you updated my journal?! March?! And then you just abandoned me!”
“What? No, I haven’t abandoned you, I’ve just been busy, that’s all.”
“Busy doing what? Watching Yu-Gi-Oh?”
“No! Not…always…I’ve been doing
Hamlet! And filling out college forms, and trying not flunk my senior year, and getting ready for prom…do you
know how much preparation is involved in going to prom? I mean, really, have you ever
been to a prom?”
“It’s not something I like to remember.”
“Oh, I see. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. But does any of that really give you the right to ignore your duties as a mun for two straight months, I mean, what about your communities?! You’ve missed every deadline! You’ve been thrown out of Oncoming Storms!”
“I know, I’m
really sorry about that.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t update. Or even checked Gmail.”
“I haven’t been online! That’s not my primary e-mail address, I’ve been going on long enough to check my college stuff and that’s it. I haven’t even been on AIM!”
“You haven’t been doing anything,” said the Doctor, sternly, “you’ve just ignored me. Forgotten about me. Thrown me to the back of your mind and replaced me with Yami from Yu-Gi-Oh!”
“That was one time!” said Nelly, “And I haven’t forgotten about you. Trust me, I downloaded the Easter special, I convinced my Science Fiction teacher to watch
Girl In the Fireplace for an entire class period, I still watch the DVD’s whenever I have a free hour, and I made an obscure reference to the key to time during rehearsal. I even got into an argument with a random couple at Newberry Comics over you! I have my “TARDIS Drivers License” hanging from my rear-view mirror. I promise you’re still my primary obsession, you’re still my muse, and you’re still the reason I write fanfiction.”
“Then why haven’t you been writing any?!”
“Because this is the first time I’ve had more than ten minutes on the computer in nearly three months! I’ve been ridiculously over-stressed! Even my director started to notice I wasn’t acting like myself, which is saying something considering I spend most of my time around her trying to act like Rosencrantz. I haven’t been able to do
anything unless it involved high school, college, my sister, or Shakespeare! I know it sounds like I should have had a lot of time, but I just haven’t! I’m sorry.”
The Doctor looked down, and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “I see.”
“I know I haven’t really been the greatest mun,” said Nelly, “but it’s only going to be for a little while longer. Hamlet closes next weekend, and I graduate in three weeks. At the moment I’ve got three projects all due on the same day, a play to do, college forms to fill out, a prom to get ready for, an internship to get through, and five classes I have to simultaneously try not to fail. But that’s only at the moment. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“Are you sure?” asked the Doctor, “You’ve promised that before.”
“I know,” said Nelly, “But this time, I’m really sure. I’ll come back online, I’ll post, I’ll chat, I’ll be a functional member of internet society again. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” said the Doctor.
“I’m sure you will,” said Nelly, smiling. “Now, unfortunately, I have to write a ten page paper on a New Hampshire resident I haven’t actually interviewed yet, so, as cool as it is to have the Doctor standing in my bedroom, you’re going to have to go.”
“Oh,” said the Doctor, “Sorry, I’ll…er, I’ll just be going.”
“See you soon,” said Nelly.
“I hope,” said the Doctor. And with that, he turned and left the room, stepping into the TARDIS, now visible in the center of the hallway. Nelly sighed as the engines screeched and the familiar blue box she had been missing far, far too much that past few months, vanished slowly from sight.
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