Through The Snow
I know he's here. The T.A.R.D.I.S. is parked a good three blocks from here and, it's not terribly hard to find out if a man with a black leather jacket passed through. Especially if he's dragging a young woman, a young man and two teenagers. This time, I'm determined to drench the Doctor in snow. After all, the bastard did make a complete laughing stock of me at the Yard and he made sure half of the government knew of my foolishness. Though I hadn't been part of the Irregulars in the last ten months, they still took orders from me. Billy didn't join them and I assumed she either went to the "Fortress" or to the Doctor. The girl was his niece after all, so it made perfect sense that Billy might go to him with a warning. Standing here, in a nearly empty park, at noon, I stand out. Of course I stood out! Lime green eyes, dark clothes, white blonde hair that turned to rainbow at the bangs, etc. So why was I surprised when I got snowballed? My eyes detect a certain gray wolf and I hold a "Star Trek" hand pose behind my back. Then all hell breaks loose. Snowballs, iceballs, spitballs (Don't ask), hell, even a cricket ball. I see a flicker of black leather and I lunge, knowing it was most likely a trick. It wasn't. Soon our favorite time-lord is covered in snow, still reeling from the iceball he took to the head. He holds up calloused hands and shouts, "I surrender!" which is followed with silence. I glare at this man, anger defused, but I had wanted a good fight. Not a surrender. I sigh, knowing what'll happen next. I'll be laughed at, AGAIN, and was in no mood for such things. Instead, the Doctor attempts to stand, only to fall back on his butt. I laugh for the first time in months and, soon, everyone's laughing, even the one getting laughed at. I hear a camera go off and I laugh even harder. I still have that picture, twenty years later.