My copy of “Is there life outside the box ?” by Peter Davison came on the mail today and as I was skimming through it I fell on this bit :
“What about the new Doctor Who then ?’ ‘David Tennant ? Yes, I think he’ll be good.’ ‘Yeah sure, but it’s him, though.’ ‘Who ?’ ‘David Tennant. You remember ? The bloke in the pub.’ We were sitting in the pub next door to the Young Vic in January 1993, a bunch of us from the theatre killing time between the shows, when a young man came up and enthusiastically engaged me in conversation about Doctor Who, which he knew far more about than I had forgotten. I do remember the incident, although in my memory he sat with us at the table, much to the amusement of my colleagues. Clare said she didn’t know about that but she was sure of one thing - his name was David Tennant. It was only recently, after he was firmly cemented within the family, that I checked the facts. ‘David, did we ever meet in the pub next to the Young Vic in 1993 ?’ I said casually. ‘Yes’, said David, slightly sheepishly. ‘I think we did.’ Case closed.”
I have 2 train rides and a 4 days week-end to unravel all the juicy and funny bits in this book - from the little extracts I’ve read there’ll be quite a lot in the funny department ^^
“Hmm?” Barry looked up at you, shutting the book he was reading about quantum physics.
“Please stop pretending that I’m an idiot. I know that something’s wrong. You dash off practically every time we sit down to watch Doctor Who together, you’ve forgotten three of our dates in the past week, and, I don’t know, I feel like you’re avoiding me. I miss you. Did you…did you change your mind about wanting to date me?”
Barry’s eyebrows drew together, and a frown pulled down the edges of his mouth.
“I mean,” You hurried to say before Barry could open his mouth to speak. “It’s totally fine if you did. I understand, I’m not a very easy person to be friends with, let alone to date. But you need to tell me if that’s what you want, I don’t want you to be unha-“ Barry had climbed off the couch and crossed the room in seconds (far faster than you believed to be possible, if you were being honest), hands flying to your face as he crushed his lips to yours.
“I have absolutely no desire to stop dating you, and I’m sorry that I’ve been so forgetful about our dates recently; I just…have a lot on my plate right now. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Barry whispered against your lips, removing a hand from your face and running his fingers through your hair.
You sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Barry’s embrace.
“Barry, please, stop. You’re still not telling me the truth. I need to know what’s really going on with you. How can we be in a relationship if you can’t even be honest with me?”
“I’m sorry. I want to tell you the truth, really, I do, but…it’s complicated. You won’t believe me if I tell you.” Barry said, groaning at the end and tugging his hair in frustration.
“How do you know I won’t believe you if you won’t tell me?”
“__y/n__, I’m positive that you won’t believe me because what you want me to tell you, this stuff that’s going on with me, it’s not possible. It shouldn’t be happening.”
“Even though there was practically no way for anyone other than your dad to have killed your mom, when you said that he didn’t do it, I believed you and I still do. I know your dad, he’s a good man, and he loved your mom. I firmly believe, regardless of all the people who do, that your dad didn’t kill your mom.
And when you said that you liked me back, even though you’re way out of my league and there’s no reason for you to like me, I believed you. You have made me believe in the impossible. So please, for goodness sake, tell me what is going on with you.”
Barry let out a slow breath.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll tell you. Before I do though: I am not out of your league, and there are an abundance of reasons for me to like you, but since you still refuse to believe me, I think I’m going to have to make a list and I’ll just leave sticky notes all over the apartment with all the words that describe how amazing you are.”
Barry grinned at the rosy red blush quickly filling up your cheeks.
“So, about me being distant and forgetting our dates…” Barry started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m kind of the fastest man alive.”
You blinked. “You’re what?”
“When I got struck by lightning, super speed was the result. I can run ridiculously fast.” He laughed softly. “Do you want me to show you?” Barry’s eyes twinkled excitedly.
“Sure, show it to me.” You said, winking at him.
Barry rushed past you; you felt your hair fly up as the door to the apartment swung open. Barry was back only ten seconds later, a carton of cookies and cream ice cream in his hand.
“Sorry it took me so long, there was a line at the grocery store.”
“Okay, that is extremely cool.” You said excitedly. “You aren’t tired? The grocery store is like fifteen blocks away.”
“Not even sort of.” Barry said, beaming as he put the ice cream in the freezer.
“That’s incredible! Wait…those sightings of that red blur all over town, that’s you, isn’t it?” You asked suspiciously, eyes narrowing.
“I-ah-maybe?” Barry said sheepishly.
You smacked him on the arm. “I don’t know how I feel about this. I mean, I get it. You want to help people, right?”
“Are you being careful though? You’re not untouchable and I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I’m always careful!” Barry said indignantly.
“There are plenty of instances where you have not been careful.” You said, shooting him a pointed look. “Hey, thanks for telling me.” You said, grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers. “It only took a month and a half but still, thank you.” You muttered teasingly.
“You’re welcome.” Barry said, leaning in and kissing the tip of your nose. “So…Doctor Who marathon to make up for all the times I missed?”
“I love you so much.” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips. “You go pick an episode, I’ll get the ice cream.” You unwound your arms from his neck, taking a step back to get the ice cream from the freezer when Barry’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I love you too.”
“Mhm, I know.” You teased, brushing a quick kiss across his lips. “Now go pick an episode.” You whined childishly. “I want ice cream and my daily dose of Matt Smith.”
Barry released you, spinning around and dashing into the living room to pick an episode. He was back a few moments later, two bowls already filled with ice cream balanced in his hands.
“Okay, how the fuck did you do that? I didn’t even take the ice cream out of the freezer yet.”
“I’m kind of a magician.”
“Sure you are.”
“The whole super speed thing let’s me do stuff like that before you can even process it.” He explained, handing one of the bowls to you before grabbing your free hand and dragging you into the living room.
“Noooo, why’d you pick The Angels Take Manhattan? That episode always makes me cry.”
“Because I know that while the episode is sad, you still love it. And if you’re crying, you’ll want to cuddle more.”
“You’re a sly little genius aren’t you?”
“Only when it comes to you.” Barry said, spooning a bite of his ice cream into your mouth.