I looked the man up and down. He hadn't noticed me yet, he was too busy blabbering to a brunette with him, showing her something in one of the display cases. He didn't look like I had imagined. Though I supposed I had been imagining my father. He must've regenerated. He seemed so careless and odd. Not like the dangerous man my father described him as or the wonderful one my mother did. He was an unknown, despite everything I had studied my entire life. I finally decided to approach him.
"Doctor?" I inquired, already knowing it had to be him. He turned slowly, his companion looked slightly concerned.
"Do I know you?" He asked. Curious, evidently teenage girls didn't approach him on a regular basis.
"No but you know my parents," I reached my hand forward attempting to be polite, "My names Chance Tyler." The Doctor proved to be as quick as my Dad if not quicker. His eyes narrowed, he started analyzing my features immediately.
"Not blonde." He remarked. Sounding slightly disappointed.
"No...I'm not blonde." I awkwardly stood there as I responded as he continued to look me over.
"Can someone fill me in here?" The woman with him asked.
"Oh right! I believe that somehow, this child jumped from another dimension where a previous associate of mine currently resides, how is the question..." He pulled out a sonic screwdriver, it looked different from the one that Dad used and he scanned began to scan me.
"I'm not an expiriment!" I snapped, swatting the device down.
"Same temperament as Rose. Appear to share her DNA as well as that of my last regeneration..." He slowed down his speech as he connected the dots.
"Your telling me that she is your daughter!?" The woman asked sounding slightly outraged. The doctor put the screwdriver back in his pocket.
"No of course not. Rose and I...it never happened like that." He tried to explain but seemed to be getting lost in thought as he looked at my face, it was a little creepy.
"Then what did it happen like!? And how is a adolescent girl standing in front of us who is apparently from another dimension!? And why exactly is her mother in another dimension to begin with!?" The womans qestions were beginning to get on my nerves.
"I don't even know who you are, so I don't really see a point in talking to you." I gave her a kurt smile, she scoffed and seemed rather taken aback.
"Oh thats Clara, or Oswin, or Oswald, or she responds to all three so whichever is handy at the time. I often find it fun to run all three of at once." He said with a little bit of a laugh, both Clara and I looked at him and he quickly stopped.
"Back to business right. How did you get here? And why?" He inquired, looking me dead in the eye, the laughing man from a moment ago was gone.
"I'm smart. I developed a prototype for time travel a year or so back, I started with the small stuff. Like traveling back a minute. That way if I got trapped, no extreme harm would be done to the fabric of time." I began to explain but was interrupted.
"But thats impossible, no one is smart enough to pull that off!" Clara protested.
"Let her speak." The Doctor silenced her. I continued.
"It took me exactly eight hundred and seventy-four tries to travel back in time. Once I accomplished that I was able to quickly adjust the settings to do the opposite, it only took me nineteen more tries to be able to travel back. So about ten months about I completed my first minor test. Programming to go to another destination than from where you begin is far more difficult. Bending time is easy in comparison, we are talking teleportation. I tried for months and finally made a breakthrough when instead of trying to disparate all the particles in the body and put them back together, which had been resulting in the things I attempted to transport turning into ash, I would erect a forcefield of sorts around what needed to be transported, if the field could hold then a person could survive through the transfer. I tested thousands of times with first objects, then lab rats, and finally with myself. I teleported from the lab desk to the printer. It makes you very disoriented but I believed that is to be expected." I paused to catch my breath, Clara was looking at me with utter disblief and The Doctor had a sparkle in his eye and a knowing smile.
"How long did it take you do figure that out?" He asked.
"In total about eight months." I responded.
"Brilliant." He muttered.
"Anyways, by now its two months ago, and I configure the teleport and time matrix to work together. That was probably the easiest part it only took about a month, it was just little kinks that would've ripped a whole in time and space if I tried using it, that kind of thing. After I got that sorted out I needed to find the weakest spot in my dimension. I didn't even have to do any research. All I had to do was sit down at a family dinner and the first thing my Grandmother said was the answer." I continued.
"Bad Wolf Bay..." He mumbled.
"Thats right. After convincing my mum that I had a school trip and I would be gone studying abroad for the next month, I was clear to hitchhike my way over to Norway. My transport only works for short distances. Once I arrived on the beach I meddled with time enough to cause the smallest tear-"
"You what!?" The Doctor interrupted, grabbing me by my shoulders and beginning to shake me. "Are you insane!? Do you know why your mother is trapped over there!? Its because of people playing with time!"
"Just listen to me!" I screamed. Luckily no one appeared to be interested in the exhibit we were in and the room was empty. The Doctor released his grip from my shoulders.
"I came through the tear, teleporting through was the only way, once I made it through I tracked you to here. Your not an easy man to find." I finished my story. Clara remained quiet, she seemed to wait for the Doctors reaction to my story.
"How did you even create such technology? It far beyond your time or the reaches of your mind." He mused.
"It wasn't easy. As I just tried to explain." I dodged the question.
"It wouldn't have been. Because like Clara pointed out, its impossible." He drew closer to me, I backed up.
"Fine. I'll tell you. My Dad." I said it quickly. With as little detail as possible, hoping he would accept it.
"My clone?" He questioned further.
"You have a lot of nerve to call him that." A fire within me started to burn, something that I didn't feel often, and had never felt such disgust with.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." He apologized. It took me off guard. The fire died down slightly. Reduced itself to coals.
"My Dad sleep talks. No one ever talks about it. I don't think he even knows. He talks about the Tardis. Its schematics. How it ran. He will sometimes say just random numbers in his sleep. When I was younger I thought it was funny and I would write it down. Every single word he says in his sleep somehow has factor into my calculations." I explained. The Doctor hung on every word I said.
"I want to see your device." He spoke.
"I'm not an idiot Doctor. I know what you'll do. You look at it, you'll sonic it, you'll take it, and send me home." I retorted. He tilted his head.
"You have no right to say that!" Clara interjected, The Doctor raised his hand to assure her it was fine.
"Someone back home doesn't speak well of me I gather?" he said with half a smile.
"If you want to know, no. My Father thinks your a monster." I said sounding confident. The Doctor nodded.
"You don't know anything about him! He saves people!" Clara retorted.
"I do believe your the one who doesn't know him. Ask him where my Mother is. Or whatever happened to the other people my Mum tells stories about? Where is Martha? Or Donna? Or Captain Jack Harkness? How many others have there been as well?" I asked, looking at Clara, her resolve didn't falter however, she looked me square in the face.
"Little girl, I don't know who your mum thinks she is. But this man has saved my life countless times-"
"Would it have needed saving if he hadn't entered it? And its not my Mum who tells the stories, she is as deluded as you. Still thinks The Doctor is a wonderful man. I know he isn't though. He is the man who will let a hundred die to save a thousand. The man who can reduce a war to numbers. His hearts are made of stone." I finally looked over at The Doctor, he was looking at me with amazement.
"I never thought I would meet someone who hated me as much as I hate myself." He spoke.
"Don't listen to her. We are leaving." Clara said, grabbing his wrist and walking to the exit.
"No. She didn't travel dimensions to tell me she hates me. She needs something." The Doctor in a hushed tone told Clara.
"Well you don't owe her anything." Clara insisted, trying to get him to leave. I kept eye contact with him.
"True. I don't owe her, but I owe Rose." He shook off Clara and stepped towards me, "So tell me what you need from me?" I breathed in. I had spent a year getting here.
"Its my Dad." Was all I managed to get out.
"What about him?" He asked.
"He disappeared about a year and a half ago." It was getting harder to speak.
"What do you mean disappeared?" Clara asked, suddenly interested.
"I mean that one morning I woke up and he was gone and there have been no leads to where he is. Not through the police, not through Torchwood, not anywhere. He disappeared." I explained, breathing was becoming easier again.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"I thought that was obvious! I want you to find my Dad!" I raised my voice.
"I can't go to that world, it would tear the seams of time apart." The Doctor explained.
"I already know that. I also know that my Dad isn't in that world. It was way to easy for me to punch through into this world, someone else had done it and done a patch job. My Dad is in this dimension." I assured them. They didn't look sold. I lifted the necklace off my neck and showed them a the ring on it.
"Do you see this? This is why I know my Dads alive. Its his wedding ring. The morning he was gone it was sitting on his night table." I spoke forcefully, knowing they probably wouldn't get the point.
"Sweety...I'm sorry but I don't think your Dads missing..." Clara began.
"Yes he is." The doctor finished.
"When someone leaves their ring it means-" Clara tried to explain, but The Doctor interupted again.
"Not in this case. Chance is right." He looked at the ring with a look of pain but understanding. I nodded.
"Can someone explain this to me please?" Clara asked.
"I would've destroyed time and space to be with Rose if she would've let me. So would he. He would never leave her. Thats were whoever took him made their mistake, in trying to make it look that way." he spoke quietly, not removing his eyes from the wedding band which I protectively was putting back around my neck. To hear him talk about my Mum that way made me feel slightly sick, but I reminded myself that I needed his help.
"Well, I'll let you know when I find him." He said, forcing a closed mouth smile as he began to head for the exit.
"Excuse me? No." I ran infront of him and Clara.
"Oh no, not this again, happens every time." He darkly mused.
"He is my Dad. Do you really think he will get anywhere near you anyways? I'm coming with you. Besides, don't you owe my Mum one?" I manipulated. He glared slightly.
"Theres no point in arguing with the women in your family." he muttered. I fell into a formation walking two paces behind him on the other side Clara walked. We walked into a storage closet and there it was. Just like both my parents had described it. An old blue police box. Both of them described it with such love that it felt rather anticlimactic to be looking at it. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the three of us walked inside of it. Just like the stories, it opened into a vast room. I want to start running experiments right away. The Doctor and Clara both looked at me expectantly for a few moments and then with a sigh he spoke.
"You not going to say it are you?" he asked.
"Say what?"
"You know, that its bigger on the inside..." He said in a teasing voice, it reminded me a bit of my Dad. I didn't like it.
"No. I'm not. I'm pretty sure my Dad made an analogy about that the day I came out of the womb." I walked forward and began to examine my surroundings.
"Its different from their drawings." I was brave enough to say.
"Yea, got some new digs." He offered as an explanation.
"That means I don't know where things are." I awkwardly spoke.
"You knew where things were in the old tardis?" Clara asked, astounded.
"Yeah, it used to be a labeling game of sorts to me when I was in primary school. If you draw me up a diagram of this one with the proper labels and give me a couple hours I should be able to have a rudimentary understanding." I blabbered slightly. They both looked at me like I was slightly insane.
"You know you can just sit down and like colour or something..." Clara suggested.
"No thank you. I'm seventeen and have been going to Torchwood everyday of my life for as long as I can remember. I've always been the top of my class. I'm smart and resourceful and I won't be a drain on resources here. You will assign me jobs to do and I'll do them." I tried to remain in my polite zone. My Dad always told me that I inherited his temper, and to keep it in check. Thankfully I also inherited his brain.
"We don't really have assigned job around here Chance." The Doctor explained.
"I'm sure you have repairs that need done. I am a fast learner." I assured him.
"Can you cook?" He asked.
"Thats my job!" Clara retorted.
"See there are jobs!" I exclaimed. The Doctor shook his head with a smile.
"Your not normal are you?" He guessed.
"Depends on how you define normal I suppose. I spend most of my time in labs and I prefer the company of my parents to my peers." I shrugged.
"And you have no problem helping out a man you hate?" He asked.
"I don't hate you per say. You are undetermined. An unknown factor." I responded. Clara had vanished, where to I had no idea. The Doctor was typing thing into a keyboard to pressing multiple buttons on board in front of him.
"How so Chance Tyler?" he asked.
"My Dad always spoke of the people left behind. The ones who couldn't be saved. My Mum doesn't talk about you all that much. But in her journals she writes. She writes about all the planets that you saved, all the lives, all your sacrifices. About how your the last of your kind. My Mum always saw my Dad as a replacement of you. Something I've hated my entire life. He has always treated her like the queen. Given her everything she could ever want. But your not him. You left her. But you've agreed to help me. My Dad may hate you, but he also told me to never judge someone on their past." I noticed that as I spoke the Doctor stopped his work and just listened.
"Yes the future is never certain." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Unless you have a time machine." I replied with half a laugh.
"Even then, time has a funny way of making sure you don't get the jump on it." He seemed almost wistful about it.
"So how'd you meet her?" I asked.
"Who? Rose?" He responded.
"No, I know that story. The basement in the shop. You saved her life. I'm talking about the girl your traveling with right now. She hadn't been with you long has she?" I inquired.
"Clara joined me a few months back. Rose was quick, but your different. You are..." he trailed off searching for the right word.
"I'm smart." I supplied. The word had been stamped onto my forehead since the beginning of grade school. The nerd.
"Its more than that, your perceptive and witty, its as if your a combination of..." He trailed off again, it seemed to be something he did when he was in thought.
"My parents?" I supplied.
"Yes and no. No child has such close traits, its almost as if you were..." He trailed off once more, now it was beginning to be annoying.
"I don't have the answer to this one." I responded.
"Its like the clone of me couldn't produce proper genes, instead his genes were superior like a time lords, but stuck in a human geno. When it mixed with Roses normal genes it adapted, creating you. That explains the brown hair!" He triumphantly hit the panel in front of him, a load beeping noise started, he quickly hit it again and it stopped.
"Actually my hair is brown because my Mom had a recessive gene and my Dad had a dominant one and-" I tried to explain, but he was so excited that he seemed to have the answer to something he interrupted me.
"Don't you see!? He had every single dominant gene! If we were to scan you, we would find that except for your exterior, you are identical to your father. Rose may have created the outside of you, but your Dad cloned your insides from his own DNA!" He jumped up and down. It was ridiculous how elated he was.
"Clara you have got to hear this!" He hollered loudly. I heard footstep coming from behind me, how she ended up over there I had no clue.
"What now?" Clara asked.
"She," He began, pointing his finger at me, "Is biologically me."
"I thought we already made that clear...she's your clones daughter." Clara was confused. I felt like we were in for a rant.
"Don't you get it Oswald!? She is me! The clones DNA still has some time lord left in it! It took over the cells in the reproduction! It made the inside of Chance here, into a clone, but since another person was in the mix the exterior changed. It also explains her intelligence. She doesn't have a human brain, she has a time lords brain!" He clapped his hands together.
"You know what I'm getting tired of your show and tell. I don't care if you think you have some freaky gene claim to me because you once looked like my Dad. You said you would help me find him. So why aren't we looking?" I snapped.
"And theres my temper! This is fascinating! I always wished I could've spent more time with the clone and now I can!" He excitedly spoke to Clara.
"Doctor. She isn't a clone. She's a girl looking for her father. You said you'd help her?" Clara gently reminded him. I decided I may have to reevaluate my assumptions about her. Her blind loyalty was a fault, but perhaps she had redeeming qualities.
"Right, scientific discoveries can wait for later, we are going to need for help for this, so we are going to make a quick pit stop to pick up some old friends of mine." The Doctor continusously pressing buttons and pulled levers, till the buzzing stopped.
"We're at our first stop. Las Vegas. That would be were he would go." The Doctor mumbled knowingly. Clara and I exchanged a look of confusion.
"Doctor, who are we looking for and why?" Clara asked. The Doctor flipped around.
"A man who will undoubtably remark something about your appearance and then you'll blush and then he'll give you a charming smile when we already could've been back in the Tardis on the way to pick up the next person!" The Doctor rolled his eyes as he adjusted his bow tie and walked to the door of the Tardis.
"I'm still not following!" Clara interjected, as we followed his lead out the door. The night lights of Las Vegas greeted us, the strip was lit up.
"Whoever took my clone-" The Doctor began, I interrupted.
"Stop calling him that. He has a name." I snapped. The Doctor halted in his steps, Clara nearly walked right into him.
"Really? What is it?" He asked in honest curiosity.
"John Tyler." I retorted. The Doctor nodded.
"Stuck with the classic. Took Roses name...I suppose Rose Smith wasn't her style." He said with a light hearted laugh. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"As I had been saying, whoever took John Tyler will notice if I start to gather people who once traveled with me." The Doctor explained to Clara. I listened, not completely sure if his plan was accurate, it could scare my fathers kidnappers into hiding.
"So who are we looking for?" Clara asked.
"Jack Harkness." The Doctor nonchalantly announced.
"Captain Jack Harkness? As in the man who can't die?" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice. The stories I had heard had always been stories. My Dad would tell them to me when he would tuck me into bed as a child. My favorite had always been the story of Bad Wolf. An impossible battle, my Mum saving the day, a kiss, and a man becoming immortal.
"Yes the very same." The Doctor seemed slightly miffed that I knew almost everything, while Clara seemed bewildered and aggravated that she couldn't keep up.
"You've never talked about him, how are we supposed to find him?" Clara asked. Looking up to a huge billboard I pointed.
"There would be a start." I voiced. In flashing letters it read The Jack Harkness Show! It has a picture that resembled the sketches from my Dads books.
"He would make something so tacky." The Doctor snorted.
As we snuck into the change rooms backstage the doctor flashed a piece of paper and we continued to walk, he turned around and opened his mouth to explain.
"Psychic paper. I know." I spoke before he could. He frowned.
"Your aren't much fun are you?" He remarked.
"Most people don't enjoy being around someone smarter than them." I pointed out. He half laughed.
"I assure you Chance Tyler. You may be smart, but you are not smarter than I am." He said it so confidently it was evident he believed the fact.
"If you two would stop arguing you would've already found his dressing room." Clara interjected, she was down a hallway in front of a door. It had a star on it engraved that I read aloud.
"The one and only Jack Harkness." A shiver went up my spine. Before The Doctor could come up with some ridiculous plan I knocked on the door. Within a flash it opened. If I had to rate him on a scale from one to ten he woul definitely be up there. Which was surprising considering he was thousands of years old I reminded myself.
"I'm not signing autographs right now, though I might make an exception for you folks, except for you, sorry, I don't feel like getting arrested for hitting on a minor today...had way too many of those misunderstanding" He said with a laugh. I couldn't believe it. To hear stories about him was one thing, but he actually did act with the confidence that my parents had spoken of.
"Really Jack? Really?" The Doctor asked, obviously unimpressed.
"Not down for the three-way? Dang." Jack snapped his fingers and went to close the door.
"This girl here is Chance Tyler, daughter of Rose Tyler." The Doctor piped up quickly before the door closed. The door immediately swung back open.
"Doctor!?" Jack grabbed him by the shoulders, analyzing each angle, "New face! I like it! And new girl too!" He said, sizing up Clara once again. The Doctor swatted him on the back of the head.
"Your not the slightest bit interested in Chance?" He asked.
"I thought I just went over that, people get very defensive when you start showing interest in someone who is-" Jack started, The Doctor hastily interupted.
"Not like that. She is Roses daughter. Her father was kidnapped." The Doctor explained.
"Huh, well she doesn't have blonde hair. Would've figured she'd have blonde hair." Jack pondered looking at me.
"Thats what I said!" The Doctor seemed so happy to have someone share his opinion.
"Can we shut up about my hair and get to finding my Dad?" I snapped.
"Ooh! She's got some bite! I like her!" Jack said with a smile.
"Watch yourself." The Doctor warned.
"So not that it isn't great to see you Doc, but-"
"Don't call me Doc." The Doctor ordered. Jack seemed taken slightly aback but nodded.
"But why is the kid here? How the heck did she get here, and why are you helping her?" Jack asked, "I mean how do you even know she's Roses?" I stepped toward Jack and I began to speak.
"I'm here because the only person possible of traveling throughout space is The Doctor. I already explained once today how I got here and its quite a lengthy explanation and to be honest I'm not quite sure you would understand it. All you need to know about me is that I came through a rip in space and it took a lot of effort. I'm not sure why The Doctor is helping me, but you will either join us or stay out of our way Jack Harkness. If you are the man my Mother claimed to know and that both her and my Father told wild stories about you will help me find him. He said you were a good man with a confused heart but that when it came down to it you were dependable to do the right thing. I've never known my Dad to be wrong, though I suppose there has to be a first time for everything." I finished my rant, but continued to stare Jack in the eyes. A slow smile grew on his face.
"I'm assuming that your Father is the clone of the Doctor." Jack remarked.
"You could call him that. He shared his face. But he was a completely different person from that day forward. His names John." I informed.
"How original." Jack snickered, looking at the Doctor like it was a joke. The Doctor smiled back.
"I don't have time for this. Doctor, lets go." I began to walk away. Jack began to laugh.
"Kid, you have guts! You just told the Doctor it was time to go and you haven't even known him for a day? Whats your name again?" He asked.
"Chance Tyler." I turned and replied.
"And why did Rose name you Chance?" Jack inquired.
"She didn't. My Dad chose the name." This statement seemed to shock everyone. Jacked nodded.
"I'll come." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth kid." Jack said with a smile. I decided to not reply to the comment.
"So, what is your name gorgeous?" Jack asked Clara as we began our walk back to the Tardis.
I tried to sleep. But I just tossed and turned. The room I was in was quite interesting. It seemed to have artifacts from different planets scattered all around it and a rather large bed that was made out of some material I had no idea was but it was exceedingly comfortable. But I couldn't sleep. When I had asked Clara about where I could sleep she said that all I had to do was choose a door and the Tardis would find me a room. It seemed impossible to me. I was certain that I had just been lucky and walked into an old room. It seemed personalized anyways with all the hangings of painting and souvenirs from planets. I wondered if this room had belonged to a previous companion of the Doctors. The thought that I may be sleeping in the bed of someone who was dead creeped me out. I climbed out and walked outside back into the core of the Tardis.
"Can't sleep?" The Doctor asked. I screamed.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." He apologized. He was sitting on a chair. He just seemed to be observing the Tardis.
"Do you not sleep?!" I hissed.
"Its not exactly a requirement." He nonchalantly replied. I was slightly surprised, his face lit up like a christmas tree when he saw.
"You didn't know that!" He pointed at me with glee.
"No I didn't" I rolled my eyes.
"Not as smart as you think!" He smiled as he remarked.
"I just was never told that. My Dad sleeps." I spoke.
"You've made it very clear that I'm not your father." The Doctor said. The tone of his voice had an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint, regret? Jealousy? Dismay?
"What do you do instead of sleeping?" I asked.
"How do you think it was so easy for us to find Jack? If the Tardis is running properly, I keep tabs on people I used to know." The Doctor told me.
"I didn't know that either." I said quietly. He looked up and half smiled at me.
"How could you? You don't know me." He seemed to be trying to make a point with that statement.
"So who do you keep tabs on?" I asked.
"You wouldn't know most of them." He answered.
"All the more reason for me to hear about them." I was greedy for more knowledge about the Doctor. He was still an unknown factor.
"Well you know Jack. I watch out for Martha Jones, though I suppose its Martha Smith now. She married Mickey-"
"Sorry to interrupt but Martha Jones married Mickey Smith as in Mickey my mums old boyfriend?" I asked, new information, I would have to start making a journal of the things I was learning to tell my parents.
"Yes. The very same. Theres also someone who doesn't remember me, but I make sure that she stays safe and happy with her new life, I figure that Donna deserves that much." He seemed to trail off slightly, thinking about Donna. I had heard about Donna, but the last I had heard was her disappearing with him.
"What do you mean she doesn't remember you?" I asked.
"I'm sure you know how your Father came to be. And I'm sure he speaks highly of Donna, and if he doesn't when we save him I will have some strong words to say. Donna touched my hand, which I suppose is also partially thanks to Jack. But basically the consciousness of a timelord transfered into both your father and Donna." This was what I recalled from stories. But the Doctor seemed to be struggling with it.
"However her brain couldn't handle it. The speed of which timelords think overloads the human brain. It began to kill her. The only way to save her was to get rid of me. I needed to be out of her life and every memory of me. If Donna ever remembers me, her brain won't be able to handle the overload." The Doctor appeared to be tearing up.
"I had no idea. I'm...sorry." The word felt foreign coming out of my mouth, I didn't think I would ever be saying it to the Doctor.
"No need to be. Sorry I got emotional. She was special." The Doctor cleared his throat.
"Did you love her?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh heavens no." He laughed. I was taken aback.
"At least not in the way your thinking. Donna came into my life at a time when I needed someone, and she didn't let me get away with anything. She was more like a sister." He mused. I nodded, making a mental note.
"Enough about Donna. Someone you know nothing about! How about that!?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Alright, who traveled with you next?" I asked. His face faltered.
"You don't get to hear about them." He flatly announced. Making it clear it wasn't up for discussion.
"Then why did you bring it up?" I was confused.
"I didn't you did!" He childishly responded, then paused, and reevaluated.
"Oh, I see. No, the other person I watch didn't really travel with me. He was just...well...actually we lived together for a while. His names Craig." He offered.
"My word, your gay!" My jaw dropped as I spoke.
"For heavens sake! No! I was his roommate! He had trouble with the upstairs of his flat as in that there was one when there shouldn't have been!" He retorted.
"So let me get this straight. At night you stalk three of your old companions, an old roommate, and then there is a mysterious them you won't tell me about. Anything else?" I asked.
"I monitor Bad Wolf Bay." He murmured.
"You what?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Come now Chance, do you really think its that easy to find the last living Time Lord unless he wants to be found?" He asked, slightly condescendingly.
"You saw me come through. You were just waiting for me." I accused.
"Yes. I didn't know who you were, but I assumed you had a purpose." He mumbled as he continued to admire the Tardis.
"Why do you watch the rift?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" He turned the question.
"To prevent another disaster." I responded. The Doctor paused and though about what I said.
"Good answer." he remarked.
"Is it the correct one?" I inquired.
"Well it sounded more impressive than the actual one." He chuckled.
"And what is the actual one?" I pressed.
"He wants to see her of course." A voice piqued up from the below us. Jacks voice.
"How long have you been listening?!" I jumped once again.
"Long enough." He remarked.
"Its impolite to eavesdrop!" I hollered as Jack walked up to join us. He looked accusatorially at the Doctor.
"All this time you knew where I was." He shook his head at the Doctor. The Doctor didn't attempt to defend himself.
"You knew Jack. If you had needed help I would've been there." The Doctor spoke calmly. Jack half laughed.
"I find it convenient that when you need a favor though I'm expected to drop everything and come. And just so we're clear, I'm doing this for my own reasons. Don't think that you can show up once every fifty years and pretend that you couldn't have helped me when I needed something. Your self serving. I know your gonna pull Mickey and Martha into this, and heaven help you that Martha can put your head on straight again." Jack stormed off and the scent of liquor went with him. I stood there silently.
"Sorry you had to hear that." The Doctor announced.
"Oh thats nothing, you should hear my Gram when she's in a mood." I half laughed. The Doctor laughed back.
"Oh I have, daleks have nothing on her!" We both smiled at each other. Then I realized I was actually enjoying myself. I frowned.
"Whats wrong?" The Doctor asked.
"Your not my friend." I announced. He looked at me with an understanding look.
"No but you're the first person I've talked to about the people I've known in quite some time. The last one...well. She's gone." He talked as I began to walk away, I turned to ask my question.
"Donna?" I asked. The Doctor shook his head.
"No. I don't want to talk about her." He spoke quickly. A closed door. He was hiding something. I continued on my way to the bedroom.
"Chance?" He called after me.
"What?" I responded.
"Out of curiosity, what kind of room did the Tardis give you?" he inquired.
"It has metallic walls covered in paintings and furs and the shelves are filled with artifacts and souvenirs from other planets." I yelled back. The fact that Clara was able to sleep through all of this amazed me, or perhaps she was like Jack and was secretly lurking somewhere. Though she didn't seem the lurking type. I could hear the happy laughter of the Doctor.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked.
"Because the Tardis was fooled by you! It thinks your Rose! It gave you her room!" He continued to laugh. As I walked into the room I didn't feel alienated any longer. I felt at home knowing that once this had all been my Mums. I felt almost like she was there with me. Finally I was able to drift off to sleep.