MY PARENTS HAVE TAKEN AWAY ALL OF MY ELECTRONICS, AND LORD KNOWS WHEN I WILL GET THEM BACK. SORRY IF THE NEXT UPDATE IS GOING TO BE LATE, BUT YOU KNOW... ANYWAY, I'M NOT DEAD, SO DON'T FRET. I'M SNEAKING THIS IN WHILE MY PARENTS ARE OUT, SO YEAH. THIS ISN'T BEING DUMPED, AND I MIGHT CONTINUE MY OTHER STORY.
SNEAK PEAK OF THE BELLS OF SAINT JOHN PART 3 (IT'S REALLY LONG, THIS SNEAK PEAK.)
THE BELLS OF SAINT JOHN PART 3
Miss Kizler paced in her office, looking outside of her office windows over the dark London landscape, thinking about how many people each day were being uploaded from this city alone. Mahler walked in. "Well?" She asked, glad for something other to do than think.
"Our hacker sent us a message." A message popped up on the screen.
Under my protection. -The Doctor.
"I assume he's talking about the girls." Mahler crossed his arm, glancing at Kizler.
"Get out. I have to speak to the client." She turned to the screen with a grim frown. As Mahler left, she tapped the bottom right corner of the screen. "Sir, the one you told me about. He's here. The Doctor is here."
Clara woke to see her room empty except a vase of flowers and a plate of jammy dodgers. She sat up, and looked at the window. She opened it and leaned out, and saw Abby sitting down on a chair, drawing. The man from earlier, The Doctor, was sitting in front of her pointing a metal tube at a robot.
"Hello." She said, making him stand and her friend grunt, turning around.
"Hello. Are you alright?" He asked, glancing at Abby.
"I'm in bed."
"Yes."
"Don't remeber going."
"You should really tell people before you put them in bed, Doctor." Abby winked playfully, making him blush. He cleared his throat.
"No."
"What did I miss?" She asked.
"Oh, quite a lot." He pulled out a small note pad while Abby snickered.
"Angie called, she's going to stay over at Nina's. Apparently that's all completely fine and you shouldn't worry like you always do, for God's sake, get off her back. Also, your dad phoned. Mainly about the government. He seems very cross with them, I've got several pages on that. I said I'd look into it. I fixed that rattling noise in the washing machine, indexed the kitchen cupboards, optimised the photosynthesis in the main flowerbed and assembled the quadrocycle."
"Assembled the what?" She asked, looking at her friend, who only shrugged.
"I found a disassembled quadrocycle in the garage."
"I don't think you did" She said, shifting geet.
"I INVENTED the quadrocycle!" He said, his voice an awed whisper. Abby laughed, and it was The Doctor's turn to wink at her.
"What happened to me- er, us?" Clara asked.
He walked forward. "Don't you remember?"
"I was scared. Really scared. I didn't know where I was."
"Do you now?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, you should go to sleep, because you're safe now, I promise. Goodnight, Clara." He turned back to the table, and Clara ducked back inside. Suddenly, she popped her head back out.
"Are you guarding us?" She asked.
"Unfortunately, yes." Abby answered.
Clara smiled. "Are you seriously going to sit down there all night?"
"Yes. I promise. I won't budge from this spot." He sat and crossed his legs.
"Well, then. I'll have to come to you. " She closed the window as The Doctor stood. "EH?" He asked.
YES, WELL, THIS IS ALL I HAVE TYPES, ACTUALLY. MY COMPUTER DIED ON ME AND ERASED THE OTHER HALF OF THIS CHAPTER.
~ YOURS IN ALL HOBBIT-NESS AND TIMEY WIMEY, DAUGHTER-OF-221B