Idris Chapter 2

Robin looked up at her father. Or what used to be her father. He wasn't now. Apparently. A tear rolled down her cheek and she hugged him, squeezing him tight against her. Her mother too. Robin rushed downstairs and embraced her, sobbing quietly into her shoulder.

"It's OK. Don't worry baby. Everything will be fine," Her mother whispered.

"I didn't see it coming, and when I read the letter. It hit me hard. Mum, I'm so grateful. Thank you. For everything." She cried more, holding back the chocking, strangled sounds.

"When he dropped you off at our doorstep we were so thankful. But now you have to go. I love you. Remember that."

Robin checked her watch. It was five minutes to two. Her real dad was coming for her soon.

A metal-on-metal scraping sound filled the room, making her Mother flinch. But to Robin, the noise sounded familiar. Almost as if she could hear the sounds of home rushing back to her. The shadow of a blue police box was fading into the room. It stopped with a satisfying thud. For a few moments it just stood there, doing nothing. Robin wiped her tears away and looked it up and down. It was a satisfying blue. A sort of royal blue, faded.

Suddenly, a man poked his head out of the door. He had brown hair sweeping over the left side of his head, was wearing a white shirt and brown tweed jacket, but the thing that stood out most was his red bow tie. Slightly skewed to the left, and the same satisfying colour like the blue box. But red.

He stepped out into the kitchen. His hands were shaking, looking into Robin's deep brown eyes. His mouth playing into a smile that could light up the universe.

"Robin Jennifer Idris." He said, grinning; tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes.

"That's me."

"I have waited eighteen years to see you. I remember when you were just a little baby, squirming while I was trying to fly the TARDIS with you in my arms."

This man was her father. Her biological, actual father.

"Doctor."

He smiled again.

"Doctor?" A girl called out "where are we?"

"Hang on a second Clara, I've got some business to attend to first. Like, important business," He called back to the girl.

"Errm, Ok. I'll leave you to it then," She called back.

"Come here Robin," He said, arms outstretched, obviously wanting a hug.

She hugged him, his body ebbing warmth and most of all; love.

"So, you're my dad. I read your letter. It was very sweet. And surprising." She told him, smiling.

"Come into the TARDIS, get comfy and we can get going. Clara will fly for us, don't you worry. I've been teaching her. She's very good."

"Is it... is it OK if I say goodbye to my family first?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." The Doctor said, looking down as if he was ashamed that he wanted to go so eagerly.

Her dad had come down already and was a bit confused as to why there was a blue box in his kitchen, but got over it quickly enough.

"Bye Mum. Bye dad. Thanks for everything. I guess I will see you soon. Hopefully." Robin hugged them both for the last time and stepped into a whole new world of what the Doctor called the TARDIS.

"So here she is. My baby. The TARDIS."

"Wait. What? It's bigger on the inside. How the holy hell does that work? That defys the laws of physics completely, and trust me, I took physics at GCSE and A-level."

"On Gallifrey, we didn't really have physics, what with it being in another galaxy and all," The doctor remarked, chuckling to himself inside. He had always found peoples reactions abut the inside of the TARDIS really quite funny.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get used to it soon enough. I was the same." The girl, Clara said.

"I need to explain some stuff to you Robin. Important stuff. Without Clara. Sorry. Come on into the living room with me." The Doctor said, taking her hand and leading her into the living room.

It turned out, after searching endlessly that the TARDIS did not want the Doctor and Robin to find the living room.

"Come on old girl. We need the living room."

Robin felt a kind of sigh come from the TARDIS, and a Victorian-style living space appeared around them. There was a fire burning at one end, and a desk with books piled on top of it. Two red leather sofas sat opposite each other. Robin sunk into one, and the Doctor into another.

"As I said in the letter, you Miss Idris are a time lady. I am a time Lord. The name is pretty self-explanatory. People; or more specifically aliens who travel through time. We regenerate to keep us living for forever. I'm around one thousand and six. I forget the exact number. When you regenerate you go through a complete physical and physiological change. I've had 11." The Doctor explained, looking down.

"So, is there anything else to note about time lords? Sometimes I can feel a spinning sensation under my feet. Also, I have two heartbeats. Which is strange. Tell me what that's about please."

"Oh yes. I forgot about that. Time lords have two hearts because we're not from Earth. Different anatomy. And that spinning sensation is the earth revolving. We can feel that on every planet. It's strange, but reminds us that every planet is the same." He said.

"And what does TARDIS stand for? Or is it just a random word that you decided to call this thing?" Robin asked.

"OI! Don't call her a thing! But, to answer your question; it stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Simple really..." The doctor trailed off at the sound of Claras' voice.

"Doctor, I knew you said you wanted to be alone, but where are you? There may or may not be something wrong with the console."