A/N: I feel like I am just re-telling the plot, sorry if it's the same way for you, it will get much better I promise.
It was hard to keep up with the Doctor, him having much longer legs than me. I didn't even know where we were going, and had yet to be answered as to who Prisoner Zero was.
"Doctor.."I panted catching up to him as he rounded the street corner and flew up the pathway towards a house. "Oh bollocks." I muttered following him, and shaking my head as he burst through the door. He made his way down a hallway, and burst into some ones room.
"Hello! Laptop, gimme!" He demanded, seating himself on the bed. I leaned against the door frame, clutching my chest trying to get oxygen into my lungs. I watched as the Doctor yanked the poor boys laptop from him and chuckled at his horrified face.
"Blimey! Get a girlfriend, Jeff." He said turning back to the screen. Jeff's eyes landed on me and he straightened up a little.
"Uh.. h-hi!" He said awkwardly. The Doctor shot him a warning glance.
"Not that one!" He told him typing furiously onto the computer. An elderly woman entered the room, her body frail and tiny. I shuddered at her dying form. Humans.. always aging, always dying. It frightened me.
I was like the Doctor, I could live much longer than humans. I could die, but Nyrids withered away when they think they are finished living. Some wait hundreds of years, others begin withering in just 10. When the Doctor took me onto the Tardis, I had begun withering, that's why I confined myself to the pool. My body couldn't wither when taking in so much water. Just didn't work that way.
"What are you doing?" The elderly woman, Jeff's grandmother I assumed after he galled her 'Gran', asked.
"Sun's gone wibbly" The doctor explained, " so right now, somewhere out there, there's gonna be a big old video conference call. All the experts in the world, panicking at once, and d'you know what they need?" He paused for effect. "Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Center, Patrick Moore." Gran cracked a smile and nodded her head.
"Oh! I like Patrick Moore." She stated.
"I'll get you his number." The Doctor looked up from the screen. "But watch him, he's a devil." He added.
"Doctor, you can just jump into a call like that." I told him disapprovingly. He looked up at me smugly.
"Sure I can!" He said cheerily. The Doctor suddenly stops typing and pulls out a leather looking wallet and flashes it up at the webcam. I heard a muttering of several people, not sounding pleased with the Doctor.
"Hello. Yeah, I know, you should switch me off, but before you do, watch this." The Doctor shot me a cocky grin and began typing faster than before.
"Fermat's Theorem, the proof, and I mean the real one, never been seen before, poor Fermat got killed in a duel before he could write it down." He paused a moment looking guilty. "My fault. I slept in." He shrugged and continued. "Oh, and here's an oldie but a goodie, why electrons have mass, and a personal favourite of mine, faster than light travel with two diagrams and a joke." The Doctor stopped typing and looks at the people on the computer, his face serious.
"Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I'm a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas - pay attention."
"The Doctor brings out a phone, what I'm assuming is Rory's, and started typing rapidly on it, engrossed in whatever he was doing.
"Doctor, what are you doing…?" I asked walking behind him and peeping over his shoulder trying to see the screen. He turned his head so he is looking right as me, but continued typing.. show off.
"I am writing a computer virus, very clever, super fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don't let on. And why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind. You'll find out." I rolled my eyes as he began to ramble, "Okay, I'm sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, FaceBook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish. Whatever you've got, any questions?" He asked staring at the men on the screen.
"Whose your lady friend?" My eyes widened in shock at the old man who had asked. The Doctor shot him a glare.
"Patrick, behave." He scolded.
"What does the virus do?" The man in the top corner asked, skeptically. I could almost feel the Doctor smirking.
"Oh, it's a reset command, that's all, it resets counters, it gets in the wi-fi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time." The Doctor paused for a breath, god knows he needs one, "But yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I'll let my best man explain." He said, I cocked my eyebrow at him, as he waited. He turned towards Jeff who was sitting there dumbfounded.
"Jeff, you're my best man." He said in a whisper.
"You what?" HE asked confused. The Doctor sighed and closed the Laptop screen, turning towards Jeff fully.
"Listen to me." He began in a serious voice. "In ten minutes, you're gonna be a legend. In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is gonna be offering you any job you want. But first, you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff, right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today's the day you save the world." He finished. Jeff paused thinking of his answer, he looked over at me, who was still hovering over the Doctor's shoulder.
"Why me? Why not her." He asked pointing my direction. The Doctor glanced at me once and shrugged.
"It's your room." He answered simply. The Doctor passed Jeff the laptop and lead my by the arm out of the room and was almost down the hall before he turned around sharply and stuck his head back in. The Doctor yanks me by the arm again and we run back outside.