Chapter Three
"Where are your parents?" Mr. Redding asked, as Mrs. Redding, a middle aged woman who had been constantly busy since Vigilare saw her, bandaged his perfectly healthy ankle. The Controller had been hoping that wouldn't come up. He couldn't tell them the truth. "Well, my parents are on vacation just now..." He didn't sound as convincing as he'd like himself too.
"So your alone?" His past teacher seemed shocked, the Controller nodded. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen," he didn't know if that was right or not, his last body had been but he didn't know about this one. Sara bit her lip, as if trying to hold in laughter. It was apparent that her estimation would have been younger. "Still. Where do you live?" Vigilare sighed, it was really from annoyance but it was mistaken for a sad one. "Claudia Estate."
That wasn't necessarily a lie, not completely. He actually had lived there, he had hated it. "That's a very good area I heard," Mrs. Redding appeared impressed, as did her husband. Her daughter was now eating an orange and not really paying attention. "It's not," Vigilare let his real personality slip out, sounding spiteful, but quickly resumed his facade. "When your alone with an older brother who tortures you."
"What?!" Mr. Redding's eyes widened, So predictable. Easy... The Controller gave him a weak smile. "My big brother is, a little, strange." Vigilare began to really enjoy it, and in his view he was telling the truth.
Forza picked up his mobile phone, it was ringing, as he always done he checked who was phoning him. To his surprise it was the Doctor. "Hel-" He was interrupted straight away by the quick words of the Doctor. "Forza! Have you seen Vigilare?"
"What? No, no. You haven't found him?" Forza asked, although the answer was obvious.
"No! And I think he's regenerated!"
"What?" The Doctor had forgotten that Forza hadn't heard of regeneration.
"Oooooh," the Time Lord sounded exasperated, "Basically we can sorta, sorta cheat death! But we change our face, maybe personality a bit! Stuff like that!"
The teenager tried to take it all in, he said, 'we' that meant he wouldn't die like a normal human. "Forza! Forza are you there?!"
"Yes, sorry Doctor. What do you want me to do? If he changed his face and everything how can we track him?"
The Doctor was still striding down the street while conversing with Forza, "Not exactly. He may be a Time Lord but the TARDIS can't track him, not if he doesn't have a bug or something on him. So," the Doctor had stopped shouting, Forza didn't really know why but it didn't matter because he still sounded frantic. "I wasn't that worried at first but if he has regenerated and does something. Lets just say-"
"Okay, I know. I know what he's like. But what can I do?"
"Vigilare isn't a common name, I need you to help me. I don't know where he grew up or anything like that but the Master was keeping an eye on you and Vigilare when you were children. You live in London, so logically he must've went to a school in London. Because the Master couldn't travel, not much. He needed to keep an eye on both of you at nearly the same time." The Doctor went into a long explanation on the Master's plan.
Vigilare lay on the bed, it had taken a while but he had managed to convince them not to send him away 'home'. And let him stay until his ankle was better, Mrs. Redding had said that would be around 3 days. Of course he had faked the bad ankle but she wasn't hard to convince, he just told her he thought he had twisted it and she said since he went over on it with that amount of force it would probably be three days. Also he had to make up a name. He kept his old second name, Baldric, and he just thought quickly with the first name. It was the first name he had thought of with a 'V'. Victor. Victor Baldric. Pfff...
Third chapter done! Read and review. I will continue my other fic but I just felt like doing this one cause I thought of an idea.
