The House of Smith
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. The BBC owns Doctor Who, and all the characters associated with it. I merely borrow the characters.
Author's Note: From this point on, the story will be a series of standalone installments which center on one or more of the characters established in the opening chapter. Other characters will appear, most of them companions in the Main Universe.
Most people who knew Eoin Smith thought he did nothing except read quietly, complete puzzles, and manipulate people. But there were those who knew better. His family, for instance, and his best friend Dorothy (better known as Ace), from school knew this. Eoin and Ace spent much of their free time together, often getting into a great deal of trouble with the authorities for "unauthorized pyrotechnics". Ace too was twelve years old, and she was a whiz at chemistry, and was very tough. Hence why Eoin called her "Ace", while he preferred to address people by their given names, he knew how much Ace hated the name "Dorothy", and he wanted to survive his childhood. Unsurprisingly to Eoin, she got along very well with his younger brother Giovanni, who shared the same feeling about his own name, and was quite… touchy, and boy did he have a temper!
Eoin was spending his Saturday afternoon in his family's abandoned garden shed. Nobody used the shed, since Tardis Manor, despite being a fine manor house, wasn't all that elaborate in lawn decorations, and the only lawn tool the family owned was a lawnmower. He and Ace were currently cooking up some explosives that Ace had invented herself. Eoin wasn't sure why he hung out with Ace; they were nearly opposites, personality-wise. Perhaps it was that they were both highly intelligent, and both loners in general, before they became friends. They complimented each other: Ace brought out a friendlier side to Eoin, and Eoin kept Ace out of trouble.
Anyway, Ace was dancing around the makeshift chemistry lab (most of the stuff was nicked from his Uncle John's garage), mixing chemicals and twirling around. Eoin was standing in the far corner, with his black umbrella out. He had his umbrella out for two reasons: first, the question-mark handle added to his theme of mystery, and second, Ace's "projects" had a tendency to explode unexpectedly. Last month, Eoin and Ace had to spend a week in the hospital, because one of their exploded experiments sprayed all over them a chemical that was highly toxic to the touch. They learned from that mistake.
"I've got it this time" said Ace, as she poured in her last test tube, and the beaker of chemical turned a bright blue. No sooner had she said that then the potion started to bubble much faster than before. A look of shock appeared on both children's faces.
"RUN!" cried Eoin. And they did.
BOOM!
The pair got away none too soon. The whole shed exploded behind the two of them with a colossal noise and large fireball.
"Oh, wicked!" declared Ace, pleased to see an explosion. Even if it wasn't their intention, the display was still a marvelous one, and the two of them had got a massive thrill from the adrenaline. Eoin on the other hand was looking distressed. Ace didn't see why he was so upset; they had seen much bigger explosions.
"Ace, run!" said Eoin
"Why? The explosion is over. Wasn't it just ace?" she replied.
"Not that. Look there!" he said, pointing towards the house. Ace looked, and immediately understood Eoin's distress. With a great deal of shouting, and furious looks upon their faces, his father and uncle were storming towards them.
"Let's get out of here" Eoin said, and the two of them ran off as fast as they could for the safety of the house, right past his father and Uncle John.
A few moments earlier
"Oh for goodness sake!" said John Smith, who was tinkering with his ancient yellow car in the garage, as he heard the unmistakable sound of a nearby explosion. "I knew that McShane girl was trouble." John walked out of the garage and around the house to the back, where his brother Johann was also storming towards the site of the explosion with a look of anger on his face.
"I thought that Eoin would set a good example for that girl." said Johann, as he caught up with John.
John added "They had borrowed some of my equipment, meaning I have to get replacements. Again."
"Oh forget your hobby; the children blew up the shed!"
They approached said children who were looking rather frightened. Quite right too, thought John.
John began his lecture: "Do you have any idea how reckless that was? You could have died! Not to mention how irresponsi—Hey! Get back here!" But he was too late, the two little troublemakers ran off into the house.
Johann merely shook his head, and started to walk back to the house. He sighed and said
"That's the third time this week!"