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I hope you enjoy this story!
-Pipp
The Daughter of Time
Chapter 2: Waking From the Daydream
Landing hard on the ground seemed to work a lot better then simply pulling her hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" the teen yelled at the Doctor as she moved away from the man's grasp.
Okay, so it was easy to guess she probably wasn't trying to kill herself by that reaction.
"I may ask you the same question." He replied just sitting on the ground.
Why get up? There really was no point in doing so. It was fine to have a conversation while sitting. More relaxed.
"Who are you?" she asked pushing her dark hair behind her ear as she sat there, didn't look like she wanted to get up either.
"The Doctor. What were you doing there?"
"I was simply talking to the ship."
"Talking… to the ship. Right… you mean.. this ship.. right here?
"Yes." The dark haired teen said as she turned her head to look at it, smiling a bit.
Talking to a ship that was new excuse he'd never heard that one before. Even to him, that sounded a little out there. Of course one could talk with the ships onboard computer. But hold a conversation with it, no you couldn't do that. It was very limited in its speech functions. They were kind of like talking to a butler, they asked what you wanted, you answered, but other then that, nothing more, nothing less.
How could one 'talk' to a ship?
She seemed to hear his question aloud. Maybe he'd said aloud and not known it.
"It posses a subconscious, in having that it has its own thoughts, and personality, which allows it to talk."
"How?" the Time Lord asked raising an eyebrow, still very confused about the whole matter.
"Close your eyes, and open your mind. Listen, then it will hear you. It can answer your questions better then I can."
It was worth a shot. How often did one get to talk to a ship?
The Doctor closed his eyes, and opened his mind. What he heard surprised him.
'Where did you go?'
The ship, it was truly talking.
'Sorry I got forcefully pulled out.'
'There's someone else here Ruby, who is it?'
'A guest, he calls himself the Doctor. Be nice to him.'
'You can talk!'
'Yes, thank you for observing the obvious.'
'Oooo, and it's got an attitude. Brilliant.'
'We should go Doctor. It's not safe to stick around here.'
'Goodbye. We will talk again. I'm sure of it.'
The Doctor didn't know who that message was for, perhaps both of them.
The dark haired man opened his eyes and there was a wide smile across his face. This sort of thing was very interesting. Not everyday you got to have a conversation with a ship; it was something he'd never experienced before. He would like to experience it again. His head turned to look at the girl.
"Ruby, eh?"
"I wasn't kidding, Doctor. It's not safe to stay around here." She said completely ignoring his question about her name, and getting up from the ground.
"So you come everyday, and talk to this ship?" the Doctor asked as he stood himself, dusting himself off.
"No. That would be dangerous." The teen said, but her voice had become quite a bit quieter, and the dark haired man turned his head and saw her walking away.
"Are you coming?" she asked turning to look at him.
"No. I still want to poke around a bit."
"Whatever." She replied as he saw her disappear down the stairs.
Considering the teen hadn't been wearing shoes, he'd guessed that she had wandered up here subconsciously. It meant, she had probably been sleep walking, as the ship called out to here. It seemed that she was very used to this happening, because she didn't panic at all when she found out she was up here. The ship was probably lonely, and in need of a good talk, which it didn't get tonight.
But enough of that. The Doctor wanted to see what was inside of the ship.
He wondered how big it was inside, what it held inside. After all the Tardis was very small, and look how big it was on the inside. Perhaps it was massive on the inside, or maybe not. He couldn't imagine what kind technology this ship had inside, if it could have conversations with people. Maybe it was only special people? The only way to know was to go inside.
The Doctor pointed the Sonic Screwdriver at the ship, flipping it on. He used the ships own system to transport himself inside.
The Time lord landed on one foot as he was thrown into the ship. At least that's what it felt like, and his face was inches away from colliding with the ships wall. Standing straight up he adjusted his jacket, and put on his glasses as he looked around the ship. It didn't look like anything special, but his eyes locked onto a reddish stain on the floor. Moving toward it, the Doctor bend down, and put the Screwdriver right over the stain, analyzing it. He didn't really like the answers it gave him, in what the substance might be.
Only one thing to do, test the answers it gave. He ran his one of his fingers over the stain, the put the finger in his mouth tasting it.
"Blood." He said cringing at the taste of it.
So the Sonic Screwdriver had been right about it being blood. He still didn't trust the race it spit out, Time Lord and human.
Not as two types of blood from two different people, but one type from one person.
That was impossible. As far as he knew, he was the only person who was like that*. How could there be another?
Running a hand through his hair in frustration, the Doctor stood. He moved to the consul pushing the buttons. Nothing seemed to respond.
His curiosity peeked when he saw a very interesting lever on the wall, sitting there alone; nothing seemed to be connected to it.
"Oh, that's got to do something." The Time Lord said thinking out loud; he slowly began to move the lever up and down. "Yes, yes... YES!"
It was making a loud whooshing sound as he moved it, and the Doctor felt pumped up as he moved the lever. Slowly he stopped doing so, and let go of it.
"That does... absolutely nothing."
Such a disappointment. Maybe the dark haired man would have more luck with the engines.
* Yes. He is half human. Don't believe me?
Go to Youtube. Look for Babelcolour and look at her Fact File: The Doctor.