I had to exterminate another plot-bunny. Sorry. XD I've been sick lately and I blame this on the cough syrup!
I still don't own Doctor Who.
A priceless antique vase wobbled side to side for a few seconds before gravity took over and caused it to fall off the high shelf and shatter into countless pieces on the floor. It was an accident. Truly it was. Bit that didn't matter to the one that had ran into the wall, upsetting the balance of said vase. This individual ran into the closest empty room available and tried to act as casual as possible.
But unfortunately for this person, the sound of the pottery breaking echoed throughout the mostly quiet home. The owner of the vase heard the noise, quickly processed what the sound was and was now running towards the source.
The one who broke the vase also knew that the utterance of one's full name, especially in anger, meant that someone was in big, BIG trouble. Luckily for this individual: no one living knew their full name.
"Johnathan Noble-Smith!" Jackie's voice cut through the air like a knife.
The Doctor cringed. She may not have known his true name, but she still managed to send a shiver down his spine.
He was so gonna get it.