*furiously googles if it's normal for someone to roll their eyes every five seconds*
Chapter Two:
~Of counting and arrivals~
"Mary Crawley, I swear if you don't stop rubbing your eye I'll- I'll do something…" Exclaimed Edith, thinking about what she should do, "I'll do something that you won't like."
"Oh trust me, you've done plenty of that and that's hardly a threat." Said Mary, rolling her eyes.
"Good afternoon, ladies." Said Matthew, who had just appeared on the landing. "We got back a bit earlier than expected so I thought I'd come check on you." Mary smiled at him but was quickly overcome with the urge to rub her eye again.
"Darling," She began, "Would you mind looking at my eye? It's been itching ever since we got back from granny's and Edith hasn't been very helpful."
"There's nothing in your eye." Said Edith, rolling her eyes as Matthew went over to Mary. He chuckled quietly before placing his hands on her shoulders looking into her eyes. Everyone fell silent and the only thing you could hear was quiet breathing and an occasional sigh from Edith.
"I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary." Said Matthew, giving Mary a kiss.
"Aha!" Said Edith. "I told you."
"We really ought to be ten to each other." Said Mary, turning towards Edith.
"What?" She asked.
"Nicer." Said Mary, "Is it really that outlandish?"
"You said ten." Said Edith.
"No, I said nicer. Do you need to get your ears checked?" Asked Mary, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever happened to being nicer." Muttered Edith. Suddenly, a strange wheezing noise started up from down the hall. The nanny rushed out of the nursery, babbling about sorcery and kidnappers. Edith immediately took off, with Matthew on her heels. Mary ran a bit slower than the others, grabbing a confused Tom (who had just walked up the stairs) by the hand and dragging him along too. When they made it to the nursery Edith flung the door open and stopped, staring at the large blue police box in front of her.
"Is it him?" Asked Tom, going up to the box and running a hand over the blue wood.
"Who else flies around in a police box?" Asked Mary, rolling her eyes, and then vigorously rubbing them.
"Yes but he hasn't been here in years." Pointed out Matthew.
"Can someone explain what's going on?" Sighed Edith impatiently.
"It's the Doctor. He flies through space and time in his blue police box, saving galaxies and planets. Honestly, weren't you paying attention last time?" Said Mary.
"He didn't take me in his magical box last time." Said Edith. "He only popped into my room a few times."
"Back again!" Exclaimed the Doctor, opening the door and stepping out, Clara close behind him. "So, how was your Christmas?" He asked, looking around at the astonished faces in front of him.
"Christmas?" Said Tom, "It's June."
"Oh, Doctor. Will you ever learn to land in the right time? We're months late!" Exclaimed Clara.
"Months, you're two years late." Said Mary, rolling her eyes. The Doctor grumbled irately.
"At least it's not been twelve years." He sighed eventually. Then he noticed Mary's eyes, which were red from all the times she had rubbed them. "Have you been crying?" He asked her.
"That's rather blunt, Doctor." Muttered Clara.
"I haven't been crying. There's just been something in my eye for the past few hours." Responded Mary, ignoring Edith's dramatic sigh. The Doctor's eyes widened and he seemed to have realized something important.
"Care to share with the class?" Asked Clara, as she watched him practically buzz from… whatever emotion he was feeling.
"Oooh Clara! The angels!" He exclaimed. Clara took a step back.
"Yes?"
"In my eleventh regeneration, I had a companion named Amy Pond. We went to go investigate this planet once that supposedly had weeping angels on it. However, they were dying. Amy happened to look into the eyes of one of these angels and the angel climbed inside of her eye. I got it out by destroying all of the angels, they did come back eventually though. And your grandmother," Said the Doctor, turning to point at Mary, "Purchased some of these beautiful angels. May we have a look at them?" He asked.
"I don't see why not." Shrugged Mary. "Although, I believe it would be a bit odd to go back so soon, since we were there only a few hours ago."
"But we have plenty of catching up to do." Smiled Tom.
"Where are the children?" Asked Matthew suddenly, looking around the room.
"We're facing murderous statues and you're worried about the children?" Exclaimed the Doctor.
"A bit, yeah." he muttered, looking around the room for a moment before his eyes landed on three beds, all containing sleeping children. "They're still asleep." He said, bewildered.
"Well," Said Mary, "Why don't we go talk somewhere else while Edith stays here?"
"Why do I have to stay here?" Asked Edith.
"Because the nanny has run off and we've no one else to watch them." Just as Mary finished their father peeked in,
"Oh hello, I was just coming to check on- what the hell is that?" He asked, stepping into the room fully.
"Oh, papa! Wonderful to see you. We'll just be off now." Said Edith leading the way out of the door before her sister could call her back. The sister in question rolled her eyes and followed Edith out of the room. Once they were all in the hallway Mary gasped,
"What time is it?" She asked the group, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
"Almost four, why?" Asked Clara, glancing down at her watch.
"Tony Gillingham should be here any minute." Mary sighed. Matthew wrinkled his nose,
"Why?" He asked, seemingly irritated.
"Because he was passing through town and I asked him to stay." She shrugged, "Besides, even though he likes me doesn't mean I like him. You don't think I'd actually hook up with him or something ridiculous like that, do you? Because for one, I'm married already; and two, I love you; and three, even if I wasn't married I wouldn't marry him of all people."
"I see you clearly haven't given this Tony guy the, 'back off I'm married' talk." Said Clara.
"No. Although I suppose it's about time." Said Mary.
"Well, let's head downstairs then!" Exclaimed The Doctor. "Is Mr. Gillingham an alien?" He asked as they made their way.
"Not the last time I checked." Muttered Mary, rolling her eyes. "But perhaps you could ask him when he arrives."
