A/N: James is, in fact, the son of myself and the Doctor, from a story I wrote previously. I may put it up at some point. *shrugs* Anyways, enjoy.
"You're wrong."
"You're wrong!"
"No you're wrong!"
"No you are!"
"Not!"
"Are!"
"Not!"
"Are!"
"Not"
"Are you two ever going to shut up!" a voice snapped to the side of them, glaring at the pair
"No!" the pair replied in unison, glaring at the girl who spoke to them, then at each other.
"Oh, good. Jut checking." The girl looked down at the book she was holding and placed her feet up on the table, reading.
"I told you, right. If we put it here, it will go faster!"
"You're wrong! No matter where we put it, it will not be any faster."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"You are wrong!"
"No you are wrong!"
"Oh for the love of God, someone gag them!" the girl replied again, covering her ears over.
"Shut up Violeta!"
Violeta sighed, rubbing her head. "NICOLE!"
"What now? I swear I've been in here about ten times in about an hour," Nicole said, sighing as she walked in the room. "What have you two been doing?"
"He started it. He's wrong."
"Am not. You're wrong!"
"You're wrong!"
"You're driving me insane!" Violeta exclaimed, sighing.
"Seriously, you two have got to stop arguing," Nicole said, shaking her head. "Not only are you annoying me, you're annoying everyone."
"Sorry, Natsumi."
"Sorry, James."
"Good. We're getting somewhere."
"Uh…Mum. You know I love you, right?"
"No."
"But, you don't know what I'm going to ask you!" James exclaimed, looking up at her.
"Does it involve money?"
"No."
"Then I'll listen."
"Good. You know I've been working on something, right?" Nicole nodded. "Well…with this…project, I'm going to be leaving you for quite a while."
"What sort of project?"
"Minor one. Just, creating something."
"A TARDIS, to be exact," Natsumi filled in.
"A TARDIS?"
"Well…" James ran a hand through his hair. "Yes. And it's complete. So I was wondering if you would mind if I…went off on my own?"
"Go off? Uh, ok. Sure. Can't keep you here forever, I guess. Plus, you are very much like your father. Can't stay in one place for two long."
"Super!" James said, grinning at her and hugging her tightly. "I'll be in touch. Possibly. Maybe. If I have time…"
"I'll expect one in a few years I guess, then?"
James just smiled, glancing at the others in the room. "I'll see you lot…at some point."
"YES! SILENCE!" Violeta exclaimed, smirking at James. "Later."
"Goodbye, James. See you around."
"Yes you will," James promised, walking out of the door and into the console room. "Dad."
"James," the Doctor replied, looking at him. "You off?"
"Yes. I'll be in touch."
"We'll see," the Doctor said, giving him a hug. He whispered in his ear. "Be careful. You might get your heart broken in more ways than one."
James nodded, frowning slightly as he left the TARDIS. He found his own creating just around the corner and smiled. "Perfect."
James was currently wearing a black and white striped waistcoat, a white shirt and blue jeans. He looked completely strange, yet fitted in with this century perfectly.
"Right," he said to himself, walking down the street. "Now what do I do?"
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Chucking the wet cloth into the sink, Charlie Whitchurch finished her day of work. She dried up her hands on her apron and took the apron off, hanging it on the peg with her name on.
She walked out of the kitchen, taking her coat with her and walked into the busy restaurant she worked for. The place was full of couples and families. No one came in here alone. It wasn't right.
Except, when she looked around the place, like she always did, she saw a man sat on his own, looking intently around the room, as if expecting something or someone.
The man's gaze came on Charlie and she froze, locking eyes with him. He held her gaze for a few seconds, his face showing the beginnings of a small smile, before he looked away, finishing his sweep of the room.
She shook her head, heading towards the door. But, as she reached for the handle, the door was already being held open. She looked up in surprise and found herself looking up at the same man.
"After you," he said, his accent unfamiliar. He gestured out of the door and she stepped outside, looking back at him curiously.
The man tilted his head to look at her, but he wasn't curious, he was almost looking at her with amusement. "Problem?"
Charlie shook her head quickly. "No. Nothing. No problem," she mumbled, turning from him and walking away, not before glancing back, but the man had already disappeared. "Strange. Very strange."
She continued to walk down the street, a frown on her face as she thought about the strange man. Surely he knew what sort of restaurant it was. So why was he on his own?
She reached a block of flats and pushed open the door, setting up a flight of stairs to reach her floor. She walked along a corridor to her flat and put the key in the door, opening it and stepping inside. She carefully jumped over the post on the floor and walked into the living room, collapsing on the sofa, face down.
"Home sweet home," she muttered to herself, turning on the sofa and switching on the television to watch anything that was good on it. She clicked through the channels on the remote and sighed when she found nothing.
She pushed herself off of the sofa and switched off the television, walking into the kitchen. She turned on the kettle, when she could hear a rattling. She frowned and walked to the door, pulling it open and frowning even more when it was the man from before.
He looked up at her, shocked. "Oh! It's you again. Sorry. Following a signal and it's…here…" He trailed off as he saw the look on her face. "Uh…"
"What are you? Some sort of stalker or something!" she snapped, glaring at him. He shook his head furiously. "Well it sure as hell looks like it!"
"I honestly had no idea you lived here. I was just tracing a signal."
"What sort of signal then?!"
"High energy levels."
"Of what?"
"It's…complicated. But it seems to be here."
"Well, I don't have any 'high energy levels' here, I'm afraid!"
"Yes, but you do. Possibly, maybe."
"How do you even know?" Charlie raised an eyebrow at him.
"Um, following my tracker."
"Well then, does this tracker of yours tell you what exactly is causing the 'high energy levels'?"
The man pulled what looked like a phone out of his pocket and looked at it, then up at Charlie, then back down. "Yes, it does."
"And?"
"And it's you."
"Me?!?"
"Yes you. Rift energy." He said this with a completely straight and serious face.
"Rift energy?!?!"
"Yes, Rift energy. Energy of the Universe."
Charlie just stared at him in shock.
"So…you probably need to come to my…house, where I can get rid of the energy."
"No way!"
"Uh, why not?"
"Because I'm not going anywhere with you! You're a weird stalker and you might do something to me!"
"Like what?" he asked, frowning.
"Like…assault me!"
"Why would I do that? If you have all that Rift energy, you'll attract every alien in the Solar System!"
"Aliens? But they don't exist."
"You don't believe me?"
Charlie shook her head.
"Right then," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the house. Charlie pulled the door closed and let him drag her along. He took her back down the street and past her restaurant, until he got to a red post box. He let go of her hand and put his hand in his pocket, pulling out a key.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked as he unlocked the post box and stepped inside. She frowned. "This is more than weird, you know. You are really strange. Why are you in the post box?"
The man stuck his head around to look at her. "Well, if you came inside, you'd know." He then put his head back in the door, holding out his hand to her.
She frowned, but took his hand and let him pull her inside. She couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped her mouth as she looked around, her eyes wide in shock.
"How…You…" Charlie shook her head, closing her eyes and opening them again. The man looked at her, his head tilted.
"Problem?"
"No. No problem," she said, shaking her head as she took a step forward, her footsteps echoing on the metal floor, which was a silver colour. She looked up at him, her eyes still wide with shock. "How does it work?"
"It's complicated. Very complicated. It just does," the man replied, holding his hand out to her. She took hold of his hand and he pulled her over to the large column in the middle of a console pad. "I'm James by the way. And you are?"
"Charlie…Charlie Whitchurch," she murmured, running her hand across the buttons and keys gently.
"Nice to meet you, Charlie. Welcome to my TARDIS."