Chapter 2
"Good morning. Wakey wakey." Mum said, barging into our room.
Our room. Did I really refer to it as this?
I opened my eyes, sitting up. "Is Pete here yet?"
She nods, with a smile on her face. He may not be her Pete, but yet somehow he is. He's good to her. Anything she wants, no matter how absurd it is, he always manages to get it for her. Pete even tries to be a father to me. Even though I'm past the point of being considered a child. Mentally anyways.
"All right, you head on down. I'll wake him up."
Mum didn't need anymore encouragement. She made a bee line for the door as soon as the words popped out of my mouth.
I then turned to him. What should I refer to him as?
"Oi! You! Wake up!" I said, giving him a slight nudge.
Ignoring me, he rolled over to the other side of the bed. He moved his arm to where it draped over his face, acting as a shield, hiding himself away from me.
I rolled my eyes, before leaning in closely. "I want you." I whispered right into his ear.
He jumped up immediately. This caused him to fall off the bed. He landed right on his bum, staring straight at me. "Do-do-don't do that!" he stuttered, staring at me.
"Why? Can't take a bit of teasing?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Is Pete here?" he asks me, ignoring my question.
"Yeah, he's waiting for us downstairs."
He nods. He get's up off the floor and begins to straight his clothes.
"What am I supposed to call you?" I asked him.
"The Doctor?" he asks. "Then again, I guess I'm not really him, am I? Well I am. I have his memories. But I'm also part Donna, which makes me half him and half her. So I'm not really him. Meaning that I can't exactly be called The Doctor anymore." He sighs. "Sorry, me rambling on isn't answering your question. Well, I guess I could go by John Smith. Yeah, that'll do quite nicely."
"All right, John. Are you ready to head out?" I asked.
He gives me that ever so cheeky grin. "Allon-sy."
Let's go indeed.
