The Doctor walked over to me slowly.
"What are you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hehe. Now I'm the sassy one.
"What species?" he said, getting a bit frustrated. With the fact that I am annoying and the fact that I had lied to him.
"Human. I thought we established that earlier." I said like it was obvious. which it was. If you would bother recalling the memory, *looks off into the distance then the memory ripples into view. Or going back to a previous chapter. I guess that one might be a bit easier. Especially if you have short term memory.
"Yes, but earlier, we had also established that your name was Katherine." He was saying this so slowly and quietly. That's how you knew that it was bad. And by the look in his eyes. There was a sort of guarded look in his eyes, like I was his enemy. Like I had betrayed him. Like it was me that took Rose away from him. Okay, actually that one could be going a bit far.
"Oh yeah, huh," I said, carrying out the last word.
"Well, I wasn't lying about the human part."
"And why should I believe you?" He was being very cautious in this conversation, wasn't he? Does he actually think that I am his enemy?
"You have no reason to. But, if you'd like to double check, you can scan me with your screwdriver thing." Well, he's still not going to trust me for a while, but he might trust me a bit more if he confirms that I am human. Wait. Can his screwdriver even determine whether or not I'm human?
Anyways, I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared at him defiantly as he scanned me with his sonic screwdriver. I sort of want one of those. It could be helpful.
"Well, you are human. What else were you lying to me about besides your name though?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Well, it's true.
"So before you came to the Tardis you had no clue who I was?" Does he need to ask that?
"Not a clue. How would I?"
"Well, I'll have to establish whether or not you are lying later. You can still come with me though."
"Oh yay! I guess you would've missed me too much if you didn't keep me around," I said sassier than Donna. Am I helping my situation right now, or destroying it?
He blushed furiously. That makes me think that I might be helping it a little bit. Yes!
"I would not miss you. I just can't trust you not to run off while I'm gone," he said defiantly. And a bit daring also. Like he was challenging me. No. I never accept a challenge that could end as bad as this one surely would.
"Whatever. Just don't make me go home yet. This is sooooo much better than my dull life. Emphasis on dull. Oh, and stop treating me like I'm a puppy please." I smiled. I think that I am starting to annoy him. I suppose that's better than him thinking of me as an enemy.
"You will go home, but I won't make you leave yet. But I'm going to ask you this question again, and if I find out that you are lying, you will go home straight away."
"Okay, I'll do pretty much anything not to go home." Though I said it with a smile, it wasn't a lie.
"What's your name? And why did you hide it from me before?" he asked, for the first question cautious, and genuinely curious for the second one.
I thought about the question for a minute. Should I tell him my real name? Well, I don't want to go home…
"Jenna. My name is Jenna Smith, just ask the Tardis. Or look it up, I don't care. And for why I didn't tell you before," I paused biting my lip, not sure whether or not I should say the next part.
"Well, if you just met a strange man that seemed mentally unstable, would you tell him your real name?" I hoped that he wouldn't hate me for that comment. He thought about it for a minute.
"I seemed mentally unstable?" Well, at least he wasn't mad. I inwardly sighed in relief.
"Keep in mind that I saw you freaking out about Rose," I said, not able to resist a smirk as the Doctor's eyes went wide in surprise. I guess that he had forgotten about that.
*time break of a few awkward seconds*
"Anyways, I've lost the signal. Donna, we've got to get to your office. HC Clements. I think that's where it all started. Lance! Is it Lance? Lance, can you give me a lift?" Poor Lance.
"Um, ok, I guess," he said with such uncertainty. Then he looked at Donna and saw the grateful look on her face and smiled. Then as soon as he turned away the smile dropped, and for a fraction of a second I could've sworn that I saw disgust on his face. I could have been imagining it, but what if I wasn't?
"Come on, my car is this way." Okay. I'll remember it for later.
We followed him to the car in silence. Lance opened the passenger door for Donna then went around on the other side and got into the driver's seat. The Doctor was about to get in behind Donna, to where he was almost stepping into the car (almost isn't good enough for this case), when I snuck in right there and took the seat. He looked at me in annoyance and a bit of shock at the abruptness of my appearance. I just stuck my tongue out at him and shut the door.
Doctor's POV (ignoring all other thoughts running through his head)
"Well, doesn't she seem lighthearted," I muttered to myself in spite. Not like there was anyone around that could here. I walked around to the other side and got in. After a few minutes of silence (okay, it wasn't silence, I just wasn't going to listen to Lance and Donna talk) I looked over at Jenna. She doesn't seem to be lying. Lying people don't tend to act as lighthearted. And she was just sitting there, smiling, and tapping her foot in rhythm to the music.
Why do people get so obsessed with things like music? I don't understand!
Jenna's POV
After I slammed the door in the Doctor's face I sat there and smiled. I was having fun. Then Lance and Donna started to talk (BOR-ING!) so I decided to put on my headphones again. The Doctor got in and we left. I started tapping my foot to the song. I love this song. A lot.
Then I heard muffled words. I took off my headphones and looked at the Doctor.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
"What are you listening to? What song?" Um, ok.
"Monsters by Matchbox Romance. Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
"I'm sure" I said it like I knew he was lying. Which I did. After a few minutes he said, "Oh my God Jenna, I'm just bored. It's not like I get much of a kick out of hearing those two talk." He whispered the last part if you were wondering why Donna didn't respond. But at his comment I had to laugh.
"I agree wholeheartedly," I said truthfully.
"Would you like to listen?" I asked.
"Anything to not have to listen to them talk nonsense." He said it almost desperately.
Doctor's POV
She laughed at my desperation to not listen to them.
Jenna's POV
He glared at me for laughing. Ha. Anyways, I unplugged my headphones, took my ear buds out of my pocket, and plugged those in instead. I gave the Doctor one ear bud, and he switched to the middle seat so he didn't have to almost fall because he was leaning so far to hear the music. I was laughing a lot by now and Donna looked back to see what I was laughing at. After seeing the Doctor almost on the floor of the car she sighed (though she was obviously trying not to laugh) and turned back to talk to Lance again.
Once the Doctor was situated in the middle seat I asked him, "What song do you want to listen to?"
"You choose. You obviously have more music listening experience than I do." Seriously? He was going to let me choose?
"Are you sure you don't want to choose?" I said unbelieving.
"Yep. I am a lot older than you, but I don't listen to music often. And the music I listen to isn't even from Earth."
"Well, if you insist," I said uneasily. What to listen to that he might like. What would he like? I don't know. I know so little about him, BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT!
Hmm… I scrolled through the list of songs and one caught my eye that I think he might actually like. Possibly. I'm not sure. Actually, I think he won't like it. Oh well. I chose "Still Rock and Roll to Me." At first he didn't seem to like it. He just sat there with a frown of concentration. But, after a few seconds he started nodding in acceptance. I smiled at his reaction (I was expecting him to hate it) and went back to tapping my foot to the beat. *Robotic voice activated* Mission, Successful.
*Time break* of Doctor criticizing lyrics that didn't make any sense*
"We're here," said Lance. I ripped the ear buds out of both our ears so the Doctor couldn't criticize it anymore. Or any more songs that is. He still continued to criticize the music.
"I mean, seriously. It doesn't make any sense! 'have you heard the news that you're dead?' That doesn't make one bit of sense! Or not for humans anyways. He's not like Jack either. So why would he put it? Maybe he's not really human," he said at first unbelieving, then thoughtful.
"Oh my God," I said with my head in my hands. Then, running my fingers back through my hair and pulling it, I said, "Doctor, I can assure you that Gerard Way is human." Why'd he have to do this? It isn't even a believable theory!
"Oh yeah?! Well how would you know!" he said walking through the door. "Have you met him? and even if you have, you wouldn't know whether or not he was an alien! Logic."
"No, what it is is BS." After that he just glared at me. Then he looked ahead and that sped up so he could leave me behind.
Without the Doctor to talk to, Donna's and Lance's conversation seemed to get louder. I looked back at them as I walked and Donna saw me. She gave me the customary sign to go away, and while she was looking at me I again saw that look of disgust on Lance's face again. Then I ran into the doorframe.
*painful time break*
I was with Donna and Lance, who were listening to the Doctor ramble on and on. It was something about Torchwood, scuba diving, and a pencil in a mug. My head hurt too much to listen, let alone understand what he was saying. Then he ran over to the elevator (I refuse to call it a lift because, well, for no reason really. In fact lift sounds fancier. Ha! I now have a reason!) with Donna and Lance trailing close behind. Well Donna at least. It took Lance a few seconds to realize that they left, then he jogged after them looking confused. I groaned inwardly and started walking in the general direction of the elevator.
By the time I got there the doors were already closing, but the Doctor reached forward and held them open for me.
"You coming?' he asked, knowing that the answer was a yes.
"Of course! Sorry I took so long, but my head just hurts a bit. Everything alright in here?" Lance had a sort of a defeated look on his face, so I figured that he had just lost some sort of argument.
"Just peachy," said Lance bitterly.
Stepping into the lift (Noooooooooooooooooo! I just said lift!) I asked Lance, "What, don't want to be in the line of fire?" His face looked sort of panicked at the question. I chuckled a bit at that, seeing as he was afraid of it and I didn't ever want to stop.
*creepy voice activated*
Then the elevator doors closed.
Sorry, I had to make that sound creepy. It was really just boring. I guess it might be creepy if I was claustrophobic. But I'm not so… yeah.
"You know, considering what kind of business this is, I'd expect better elevator music," I said truthfully while also trying to lift the impending silence that had overlain the elevator. Besides the music that is.
"Well, at least it doesn't have lyrics to screw up on," said the Doctor innocently. I glared at him. There was just an intense glare between us for a few minutes as we just stood there. Then the lyrics of the song began, and they were terrible. At that moment we both started cracking up. By the time that the elevator doors opened I was sprawled on the ground by Donna's and Lance's feet while the Doctor was on his knees, just shaking with laughter. It wasn't even that funny, but that made the situation even funnier. Donna just stared at us a bit unbelieving, but Lance looked at us as if we were insane. Oh, how I love it when people think I'm crazy.
After a couple minutes of laughter that had me gasping for air, the elevator doors started to close. AT that moment Lance kicked me to the side and walked out of the elevator, though the Doctor (who was still laughing) had the courtesy to lean forward and hold the doors open. Donna stepped over me and walked out, and after I had caught my breath I managed to pull myself to my feet and walk out the doors. After I was clear of the doors, I held them open for the Doctor and offered him my hand. He gratefully took it and, still chucking a bit, stumbled out the doors.
"Where are we?" said Lance with a hint of fear in his voice. Actually it was a bit more of a hint. It was actually sort of a whining little kid that's afraid of the monsters in his closet. While shaking my head at him I clicked my tongue in shame.
"Well, we deserve to know. Where are we? What goes on down here?" said Donna, stubborn as ever. I sort of feel like I'm in an episode of Supernatural. The creepy setting where anything can happen at any point in time. Oh God, I hope not. The thought alone is sending shivers up my spine.
"Do you think Mister Clements knows about this place?" said Donna, wrecking my train of thought. In this case I'm glad.
"The mysterious HC Clements? I think he's part of it. Oh, look. Transport." There were three segways. (Is that not a correct word, because my stupid computer wants to autocorrect it?)I was about to laugh at the sheer improbability of the situation. Then I realized an important fact that I didn't seem to really register before. There were three of the segways. And there were four of us.
"Well, what the h*** are we supposed to do now?" It is impossible.
"I don't know," said the Doctor with a look of curiosity on his face. Curiosity! In such an impossible (not really) situation! What is wrong with you?!
"I would happily stay behind," said Lance quickly, seeing his chance (not really) to get away from this madhouse. I like to use the words not really in parenthesis.
"Oi!" said Donna and I in unison. After glaring at each other Donna continued saying, "You ain't goin' anywhere."
"Incorrect grammar!" I said quickly in a fake cough. I got another glare from her for that and a chuckle from the Doctor.
"I suppose, since you are the smallest, that you will have to ride with one of us," said the Doctor slowly and awkwardly.
"No offense to you all or anything, but I'd rather do 50 suicides across a football field." Okay, not completely true. But, hey, it proved my point.
"It's either that or one of us runs."
"Well… I guess we could work out something. But I'm not riding with one of you. I'm riding with two." I confused them with that bit.
(has anyone else noticed that I cannot find a good place to end this chapter so I can post it?)
Donna and the Doctor looked at each other. In unity (haha, I found a word to use instead of unison. *sticks tongue out to all readers*) they said, "What the h*** does that mean?!" Hehehe…
preview of next chapter
After a few minutes of silence and me giving them a creepy look Donna said, "Well, are you going to tell us what that means?"
"Well, I suppose if I must." I walked over to the segways.
"You two will ride close together," I said directing my statement at the Doctor and Donna. "I will have one foot on the Doctor's segway and one foot on Donna's. I do not want to ride directly with either of you because that would just be awkward. Do we have a deal?"
Thank you to everyone who has viewed this or reviewed it. Or followed it. Or favorited it. I'm sorry, I forgot how to find out all of your names. I meant screen names. And sorry I posted so late. I'm working on it, but I don't have a lot of time, even though it's spring break.