Chapter Ten:
Hazel's POV
I woke up to the scent of food, making me sit up. I rubbed my eyes looking around. I was in my room, on the TARDIS, and someone was cooking... Eggs?
I stumbled out of the bed, down the hallway, my wings tips lazily dragging on the floor. As I neared the kitchen, I could hear them bickering from down the hall, "That is not how you make eggs," Amy argued.
"I'm over 900-years old! I'm quite sure I learned how to make proper eggs during that time!"
"I don't even know why you're making eggs! She's part bird! Isn't that cannibalism!?"
"Actually, I love eggs," I said as I entered the kitchen, and the two of them turned around quickly. "Mornin'. How long was I out?"
"Two days," the Doctor answered, making my eyebrows shoot up, alarmed.
"Two days! Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"I was going to, but he wouldn't let me," Amy huffed. "Kept saying that you never get the chance to sleep like that."
I looked at the Doctor, "What if something happened!? What if the Erasers found us!? Why would you let me sleep like that!?"
"That's the exact reason why I let you sleep in," The Doctor said, with a small chuckle. "You worry too much. You're gonna worry yourself to death."
I glared at him, "I'm serious, Doctor! You two could've been taken in order to get to me! I... I don't want to go through that again..." My anger trail off, and the Doctor's face melted, and he made a small 'o' with his mouth.
"Hazel, I can handle myself," he said comfortingly. "Don't worry about me. In fact," his smile grew once more. "Amelia and I have prepared a meal for you, since you're probably starving anyway."
He to the fridge and pulled out a a plate full of hot dogs and hamburgers, while Amy carried a very large soda. "Here!" The Doctor beamed. "It was the my idea! You mentioned that you needed a lot of calories after flying, and you flew a lot the other day, so we decided that throwing you a mini buffet would be great! I thought that since you were American that you would want American foods, like hamburgers and hot dogs and soda, but Amy kept saying that you would want breakfast foods since you were just waking up. So, we decided to do both. I wanted to make you eggs, but Amy kept saying that you wouldn't like eggs, which would be very reasonable, but I decided to try anyway. So, I hope you like it!"
I stared at the large plate, not saying anything for several minutes. The Doctor leaned over towards Amy, "Why isn't she saying anything?" He asked her in a hushed, whisper voice.
Then, my stomach growled loudly — and painfully. "Doctor?" I finally spoke up, and he smiled again.
"Yes?"
"I hope you realize that not all Americans eat just hamburgers and hot dogs and soda..." Amy burst out laughing and a light blush dusted his cheeks.
"Well, uhm, yes. I know that, but I just thought that, since you, you know, like...—I mean, I believed it would be..." I laughed at his struggle for words, and took the plate gratefully.
"Thank you, Doctor. I am really hungry, so this helps a lot," I smiled at him, and he beamed. "So, what's happened while I was sleeping?"
"Oh, a lot," Amy said and began her entire rant on how the Doctor rented a room in an apartment, and how she was stuck in the TARDIS. Then, the two of them went to an underwater city, ironically called 'Atlantis', and met fish-people, and the Doctor played a dangerous game of fish-checkers, and nearly lost. All in all, they had a interesting few days.
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