I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO!

Journal of John Smith

February 1st

I've started this journal in order to collect my thoughts for when I put together my observations on my patients. Though I possess an extraordinary memory, even I neglect to put in certain details. Today is one of my days off so, naturally, there isn't much for me to put down at the moment.

February 6th

Obviously I've been neglecting this journal, but in my defense, I haven't been at this job for terribly long.

I have had several people come to me for help, however, only today have I been confronted with a case, so to speak, which seemed worth writing down here.

It was around noon when I received the call. I had been checking over some observations that I had written down about a patient I had just been working with when the phone began to ring. I glanced at it over my glasses for a few seconds before sighing and reluctantly reaching for it. I hated being interrupted when I was in the midst of things, but I knew someone might be in need of my assistance.

"Hello," I drawled, leaning back in my swivel chair. "Doctor John Smith speaking."

"Doctor Smith? I am a servant of the Saxon household. Yes, the Saxons. Madam had wished to keep it a secret along with her husband for his repuatation but they fear they must seek help."

"And who am I helping with what, exactly?"

"I am unable to disclose too many details at this time, but it involves their son, Master Harold Saxon."

"It would help me quite a deal if you could tell me a bit more than that."

"You will be paid generously."

I furrowed my brows and gave an exasperated sigh. What with my current financial situation from college, I wasn't exactly in the position to go refusing jobs left and right. Especially from well off families such as the Saxons.

"Shall I phone another psychiatrist, Doctor, or dictate the address to you?"

"...The address would be nice."

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I arrived about an hour or so later at the Saxon residence and was greeted by the same man whom I had been on the phone with. He made sure I was comfortable in the sitting room before excusing himself, saying that Mrs. Saxon would see me shortly.

When she did enter the room, I rose to my feet to greet her. As expected of a woman of her stature, she was rather well dressed and she displayed a confident posture. For the most part, that is, with the latter. She seemed rather uneasy and nervous.

"Doctor John Smith, madam, at your service," I said cheerily, hoping to put her at ease.

Weakly, she tried to brighten her smile. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor."

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine. So. Shall we get right down to business?"

"Yes, Let's." She swallowed anxiously and I noted her fingers clumsily fiddling with her wedding ring.

I ventured to speak when she was silent. "The servant I was speaking with didn't tell me much, but am I to understand that it is your son who needs my help?"

She bit her full bottom lip briefly. "...Yes."

"Could you please allow me to speak with him before I speak with you further?"

She was obviously reluctant to let me see her son.

"If I am to be able to help, I need to see him and make my own initial observations."

Mrs. Saxon sighed before calling up the servant who had led me to the room. "Gerard, take him to my son. When he is done bring him back here."

"As you like, Madam." Turning to me, he said, "Right this way, Doctor."

After a fair amount of walking and stair climbing, he came to a room and stopped. "These are the Master's chambers."

I raised an eyebrow and ventured a question, "Wouldn't his father be called 'Master' and he "young Master'?"

"He becomes terribly cross if we do not address him as 'Master'," Gerard answered flatly. Before I could ask another question, the man knocked on the door. "Master. There is a visitor for you."

"Who?"

"A doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"The Doctor John Smith."

The door opened at this point and revealed a young man in his twenties. Surprisingly, for the respectable family he came from, Harold Saxon possessed a rather disheveled appearance. He wore black jeans which were worn on the bottom hems, a simple and slightly rumpled black sweatshirt, and a very red t-shirt beneath. His brown eyes, which were almost black, had this unsettling gleam to them. He had only the slightest bit of facial hair and the hair which was atop his head was a messy bleach blond with dark brown roots.

Briefly, Harold looked the servant. Then he took to looking me over, as though trying to know what he was up against. With a chuckle, he smirked and looked me right in the eyes. "A psychiatrist?"

I was impressed, admittedly, but he must have known his sanity was doubted. "That I am."

He rolled his eyes, so sure of himself. "Won't this be interesting?" he grinned toothily at me.

I returned his wolfish smile with a cheery grin, "We'll just have to see, now won't we?"

He was obviously amused. "Yes. Yes, we will, Doctor." Walking languidly back into his room, he left the door open for me to follow.

I saw Gerard give me a pitying look before I shut the door behind me.

The manner in which he sauntered reminded me of a jungle cat. Harold seated himself on the edge of his bed and gestured for me to sit in the swivel chair by his desk.

Complying, I took the chance to take in the room. It wasn't terribly messy, only a few things out of order here and there. He had a laptop on his bedside table, a television with a medium sized couch, and quite a few books. I also noticed that his mattress was on the ground instead of on some sort of nice frame. Pulling out my notebook and pen, I began scribbling these things down for later. When I looked up, I found those dark eyes studying me in a calculating sort of way.

Vaguely, I registered that his fingers were tapping on his leg. At the time, I took it as impatience or just a habitual sort of bored tapping.

"So, introductions?" I suggested. "I'm-"

"The Doctor. I'm aware."

"Well, I am a doctor. Doctor John Smith. Call me Doctor Smith, John, or what you like."

"Doctor suits you just fine," he said. "And I, am the Master."

"...Right, Harry, it is." There were a great number of reasons why I was not going to call him "Master." Even if the name...did suit him more than "Harry".

He rolled his eyes, "So, Doctor, what are you doing here? No, wait! Let me guess. You were told I was crazy by my mother."

"I was merely told that you needed my help."

Harry scoffed, "I need 'help?'"

"So I've been told."

"What else have you been told, Doctor?" he asked, the glint in his eyes even more worrisome.

"Nothing more. I wanted to meet you myself first. I'd rather not form my initial opinion of you before even meeting you myself."

He arched an eyebrow, "And what if I happen to have a violent temper? What then, Doctor?"

"Then I will know firsthand, without any exaggerations that others may put in."

First, a big smile spread across hsi face. Then he laughed. It was a full out laugh, not held back in the slightest. He didn't seemed to be bothered by anything, not even by the fact that he might be heard by others nearby.

"You are a very strange man, Doctor."

"As are you, Harry." I had almost slipped up and called him "Master" instead. I need to mind that.

After a bit, I asked him about his age, his relationship with his parents, and about anyone else who might be close to him. I was surpised to find that he was actually quite close to my age.

Since I had found out enough for one day, I excused myself and had Gerard lead me back to the sitting room. It didn't take long for Mrs. Saxon to come along as well.

Concernedly, she quickly looked me over. When she found nothing, she sighed in relief and gave me a weak smile. "So you've met my son, now?"

"Yes, quite an interesting fellow, he is."

"Interesting is certainly a word for him."

I chuckled calmly. "Tell me, madam. Does Harold have a job?"

"No. We let him just stay here. We figure it's safest that way."

"Safest?"

"Yes."

"I see." I mentally noted to ask Harry if he had internet access. Nowadays, one can do practically anything through the internet. "Well, Mrs. Saxon. If it would be all right with you, I'd like to visit quite often to form a bond with your son. That way I could get to know him better. I'd also like to be able to ask you and the household about anything I notice about him."

She nodded. "Of course. Anything to help my son."

I couldn't help but smile at her love for her son.

Unfortunately, she was on a tight schedule, so we had to discuss payment and go off on our own ways shortly after. I had forgotten to bring something important up to her, unfortunately. I'll do my best to catch her when I can.

Following that, Gerard led me to the front door.

"Good luck to you, Doctor."

I grinned, "Thank you. To you as well."

When I opened my car door, I glanced back at the house. Gerard had stepped back inside the house already but I still felt like someone was watching me still. Looking up, I soon found Harry watching me from his bedroom window. He grinned wolfishly at me once again and waved.

I grinned right on back, in a less predatorial manner, and waved briefly before stepping into my car.

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