A/N: Okay, I know that this is really late considering my original promise to update once a week. Sorry, but here it is. Enjoy! I do not own Doctor Who.
"So you said that you were already fed up this morning. What seems to be the problem?"
Rena plopped onto the sofa and ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. "Well first of all, there's you. Barging into my home and talking like a madman. Then I wake up and my six-year-old is hysterical because his gerbil is dead. And of course now—"
The Doctor cut her off, "Waitwaitwait, back up a bit. Dead gerbil?"
"Not just dead," Rena said, "come here." She stood and walked to Trevor's bedroom. The Doctor followed after her. When he caught up, Rena was standing in front of a wire cage in a light blue bedroom obviously belonging to her son. Rena was purposely not looking at the cage. "Trevor saw it this morning. Probably going to feed him."
The Doctor walked slowly across the room. When he got closer, he saw that in the corner, perhaps where an animal might have been, was a pile of bones. The Doctor immediately produced an odd cylindrical object from his pocket. He held it towards the once-Herald pile and it emitted a blue light and high pitched buzzing. When the noise stopped, the Doctor held the device in front of his face, as if getting information from it.
"Umm what's that?" Rena asked.
"Sonic screwdriver." the Doctor said, not looking up. He proceeded to inspect the room oddly. He shone the object under the bed, under the night table, behind the dresser; anywhere a shadow was cast. He stopped when he got to the small closet. Instead of opening it, the Doctor ran the device along the crease between the two sliding doors. "Oh you've got some cowboys in here." he glanced back at Rena, clarifying, "not actual cowboys," looking back to the closet, "though that can happen."
"Well what's going on?" Rena asked. "Do you know?"
"Oh yes," he said. "I know it, I've just never seen them before."
"Them? As in more than one living thing? In my son's closet?"
The Doctor picked up on the tinge of fear in her voice. He looked at her and again Rena noticed the wisdom in his eyes. "Almost every creature in the universe has a seemingly irrational fear of the dark. Except it's not of the dark, the fear is of what lurks in it. Infinitely tiny creatures that look like shadows, little piranhas in the air. Ms. Asher, I'm sorry, but there are Vashta Nerada in your son's closet.
A/N2: Yes, I know it's disappointingly short especially considering how long I made you wait. Sorry. I just really had to post, I felt bad. I was suffering from Lazy Character Syndrome (otherwise known to sane people as writer's block). Anyways, please please please please please please please please please review! Thanks for reading!