HELLO!! BEING BACK FROM MEXICO IS GREAT CUS I CAN WRITE MORE OF THIS FF, BUT I HAVE RAN INTO A BIT OF WRITERS BLOCK SO... YEAH, ENJOY IT I GUESS...
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I was ready for the Doctors questions this time, but they never came. The Doctor was focused on a noise coming from the console. I leapt up only to be knocked back down as the TARDIS piloted itself. I myself, knew that this happens all the time, but the Doctor looked very confused.
When the shaking stopped, we didn't bother to check the TARDIS to know where we were. Instead we just ran out the doors.
Okay then. So not some big alien planet with lots of guns, trying to destroy some world.
We were on a perfectly normal street on Earth.
The Doctor's sonic went off, picking up the same signal that cause the TARDIS to bring us here.
Damn, I really need to get myself a sonic screwdriver. Maybe mine will actually work on wood...
"This signal," he said, "It seems to be coming from somewhere close by. Come on!" He put his sonic back in his jacket and grabbed my hand, pulling me.
"Oi, watch it! I'm old enough to take care of myself."
Saying that only made a look of guilt fly across the Doctors face.
Good, he should be guilty. No, wait, I should. Oh shit, why does my life have to be so confusing?
With little conversation, we made out way to a large building. The Doctor soniced his way in, which earned him a disapproving nudge from me, and we went on investigating.
As we walked around the building, I couldn't help but be happy.
Something happens today... A reunion. A past companion, not really, just a friend. Noble...
We stopped and watched a film about Adipose Industries, a diet pill company. I, however, was not paying attention to the film, for I was to busy spotting a certain redhead.
Yeah, that's her. I think I've seen her before in some of my visions.
Huh, why does she get to be ginger...
After watching the film, the Doctor and I find ourselves in what looked to me like a customer service. The Doctor walks up to a young woman and flashes his psychic paper, which I sadly had to give back to him.
“John Smith, Cita Johnson representing Health and Safety. Don't mind us.”
Oh look at that, the girl is staring at him like a dog. Funny, I wonder how many people do that a day and he doesn’t notice.
The woman kept talking to her customer, but was still staring at the Doctor.
“It's made of eighteen carat gold, and it's yours for free. No, we don't give away pens, sorry. No, I can't make an exception, no.”
The young woman disconnects the call with her customer and the Doctor begins to speak with her, something about printing off papers.
I, again, wasn’t listening because the ginger was back, and doing the exact thing we’re doing by the looks of it
Ha, okay, more like I know what she’s doing, but anyway. I wonder how long it will take the Doctor to notice her.
I’m suddenly jolted back to reality when I hear the young woman, whose name, I creepily know, is Clare, give the Doctor her phone number.
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No Way Out (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)
FanfictionDelta Cita is an important figure in the Doctor's past: his Gallifreyan wife. To the Doctor's knowledge, Cita had died many years before the Last Great Time War. In reality, the ancient, but seemingly young woman lives among the Human race, hiding i...
