HI PEOPLE! finally a new chapter !
I started it as soon as I finished the last chapter, but I took a long break and I finally resumed writing.
For geographic and copyright reasons, know that I'm not watching the new season of Doctor Who which is currently being broadcast, like you.
In France we didn't have the rights to broadcast (which is very sad) and we cannot watch the bbc (replay or not) without a good VPN. And I have so much to do than break my head to watch the new season that I prefer to wait for.
Fortunately, I have a friend who gives me the episodes. and I just finished the first episode today.
ATTENTION SPOILERS for those who have not yet seen it ****
Damn, I expected so not the return of the Master ! I am so happy that he is not dead!
I was also completely surprised by the choice of actor (I have nothing against him, he has charm even if I prefer John Simm), but damn he looks so much like my friend! (the one who gives me the episodes!)
Also, I started a new story. in The Witcher's fandom.
I loved the series (Henry Cavill is in my top 3 favorite American actors), I am playing The Witcher Wild Hunt games that I have at Christmas with the DLC, and I save to buy the literary saga .
Also bis,
from January 31th to March 9th I would be on vacation, which means that I could go a long way in writing my stories (or not). And I've just started the writting of the next chapter.
You'll see anyway, ENJOY!
Travel mug filled with tea in hand, shoulder bag on the shoulder and heap of leaves in my arms, I quickly walked down the hall in a very specific direction. I nodded my head to the teachers who did the same. The hallways were filled with students chatting with each other, talking about what they had done or seen the old woman after school. I entered the room which was gradually filling with students. I settled at my table, placing my mug on the light and worn wood and putting my bag on the desk to take out a notebook and a case. The bell rang, and the children went to their seats to sit in silence, waiting for their teacher.
"Bonjour, tout le monde. J'espère que vous avez fait vos travaux parce que je ramasse." I greeted with a mischievous smile.
" … J'espère on peut garder le contact!"
"J'espère que nous pourrons garder le contact, Brown." I corrected. "You have still forgotten the relative pronoun, for you it may seem like an oversight, but in France if you forget it when you say something you will pass for an idiot. "
"Sorry, miss," said the blonde girl, sitting on her chair.
"It doesn't matter, you'll do better next time. I fully understand that French is extremely complicated for you children, there are so many rules and so many ways to conjugate verbs. Know that even I am sometimes wrong. A large part of French people including myself still make mistakes in French. Mistakes that are less noticeable than the one you made. French language is a complex and ancient language which has existed for centuries and which has evolved, but English is a young language which has its roots in German and French," I taught, writing the lesson on the blackboard. "Vous ferez des fautes, tout le monde fait des fautes mais il faut apprendre de vos erreurs pour ne plus les refaire ensuite. Vous comprenez?"
The bell rang and as the students moved to put their things away I called out to them.
"Attendez une minute! Vous pensez partir sans noter le travail à faire? Je sais que ce n'est amusant mais vous êtes ici pour travailler."
The students groaned and took a pen to write down the work to be done.
"Pour le prochain cours, je veux que vous me fassiez des recherches sur les fables de Jean de Lafontaine et ses fables les plus connue, nous allons travailler sur ces textes au niveau de l'écriture et de votre oral," I said, noting the name on the board. "Bon appétit tout le monde!"
The students answered the same thing and quickly left the classroom to go to the self. I put my things away and brought them to the teachers' room and then joined a particular teacher at the self. I took my tray and went to get the food, not forgetting to take a fruit. When I received my hot dish, I met Rose's dark eyes and offered her a sheepish smile before leaving with my tray and joining the Doctor at an empty table.
"Doctor," I greeted
"Alvia, it's so good to see you. How was your morning?"
"I understand now how irritating the students could be. My second class was horrible, all this chatter ... I think I'm starting to get a headache," I moaned.
"And at the school level?"
"Their accent is horrible, but I think it's something universal, some people forget words in their sentences, but I noticed one or two students who despite their horrible accent had no mistakes, like the written. They're the same ones who corrected me when I made a mistake that I didn't even know it existed. It's impossible to know French as well at their age, even when I was young I hadn't learned everything yet."
"I had a student who had much more advanced knowledge than he should have."
"Let me guess, the child who has knowledge superior to human knowledge?"
"Yup, his name was Milo."
"I got him at the second hour. He was the one who corrected me and taught me a rule on the French language," I grumbled, viciously destroying my fried fish. "I still can't believe I've been corrected by a British kid. "
I ate the fish, leaving the fries aside and the slimy thing Rose had served me earlier, no matter how good it was, I absolutely didn't trust the texture and the color of this thing. Quickly I finished my fish and I attacked my apple by biting into it. Rose arrived with the excuse of cleaning the table.
"2 days," she hissed badly.
"Sorry, could you just ... There's a bit of gravy," he said pointing his fork towards a mess far too close to my elbow.
I quickly removed my elbow from the table and Rose wiped the table but couldn't find the right mess.
"No, no. Just there."
"Two days that we've been here," added Rose, finally wiping away the stain.
"Blame your boyfriend. He's the one who put us on this one. But he was right, this morning a boy had knowledge beyond human knowledge."
"Are you eating your chips?" Cut Rose.
I raised my eyebrow, it's amazing how Rose still surprised me by proving her sense of priorities.
"No, they are a bit ... Different."
Rose pricked one of the fries from the Doctor's tray before eating it.
"Oh god, they're gorgeous. If only I had had such a canteen... " Rose sighed as she sat down.
"Serving kids fries is clearly not healthy for them, no matter what kids think," I assured calmly, finishing my apple.
"And it's very calm here ..." remarked the Doctor.
"Too calm," I confirmed. "I feel like I am in a church. This isn't at all how a canteen full of children should be at noise level."
"I thought there'd be happy-slapping hoodies. Happy-slapping hoodies with asbos. Happy-slapping hoodies with asbos and ringtones," added the Doctor, looking at us in an impressive way. "Yeah? Yeah Don't tell me I don't fit in."
I held a giggle behind my hand as my shoulders trembled with laughter and I leaned over the table. Oh Doctor… how adorable you are…
A shadow covered my body as a harsh voice spoke to Rose.
"You are not allowed to leave your post during a sitting."
"I was just talking to these teachers," Rose explained to justify herself. "They don't like the chips. "
"The menu has been specifically designed by the headmaster to improve concentration and performance," recited the lady with an insulted look. "Now get back to work," she finished before leaving.
"Well, someone clearly didn't meet a dietitian for feeding children," I commented as Rose returned to her post sharing one last joke with the Doctor.
I looked at my watch while my stomach grunted softly. Behind me, one of my teacher colleagues went to speak to a group of students, I could only catch the words catch-up lessons.
"I still have a little over an hour before I go back to school, and I'm still hungry."
"I guess we can get something to eat outside," conceded the Doctor, looking at his tray with a slight disgust.
"I seem to have seen a small restaurant not far from the school, are we going?" I asked, getting up before taking my tray.
" After you," he said, making a gallant gesture.
I giggled, and we emptied and set down our trays before leaving the canteen to pick up our things in the teachers' room before leaving the school grounds to head to the restaurant. It was a small Italian restaurant and the good smell of pizza floated down to us. While we were waiting for our orders, a waiter placed a small vase with a red rose inside and winked at us. The Doctor and I exchanged a glance before turning our eyes in an opposite direction, with red cheeks.
"Fortunately, you found me a place as a teacher," I started to distract us. "I certainly couldn't bear to be a student at this school."
"You didn't like school?" Asked the Doctor curiously.
"Oh yes, I liked school. I'm just saying that in this particular school I don't think I would have liked it."
"Oh ... You know what's going on," guessed the Doctor.
"It's not that bad, even if it happens in a school. And in addition, you'll have a good surprise."
"Really?" Asked the Doctor, wanting to know more. "What's that?"
"Even if I think I can tell you, I wouldn't, Doctor. I don't want to spoil your surprise," I teased gently.
"Oh, now that's not fair!"
I laugh. And while the meal was going on quietly, despite the Doctor's attempts to find out the surprise, we were not late in returning, after all we had a two-hour break before classes started again. When we returned to the school, walking side by side, we received curious looks and childish chuckles from the students. They hurried to whisper to their friends; if we had no rumours about the two of us before that was no longer the case now. The Doctor opened the teachers' room and we quietly chatted with the rest of the non-hostile and human teachers present in the room. I was putting my papers away when one of the teachers said that one of his students had successfully given me the exact height of the Trojan walls in cubits; the Doctor taking the opportunity to question the professor about any changes in the establishment and collect the most information.
"Excuse me, dear colleagues. Just a moment," said the Headmaster as he entered the room, followed by someone.
I felt a loving smile filled with excitement as I saw Sarah-Jane Smith enter the room. What I would have given to meet the actress who played her role in my old world, just like some actors elsewhere ... What a pity that she died ...
"May I introduce Miss Sarah-Jane Smith. Miss Smith is a journalist, she writes my portrait for the Sunday Times I thought it might be useful for her to get 'a view from the trenches', so to speak. Don't spare my blushes."
The Headmaster walked out of the room and as I glanced over at the Doctor who had a childlike, totally happy smile growing on his lips, Sarah-Jane approached us.
"Hello!"
I subtly hit the Doctor to get him to his senses and I responded in his place by holding out my hand.
"Hello, Miss Smith. Nice to meet you!" I greeted cheerfully.
"Likewise," she replied gently. "And you are?"
"Alvia Saxon and that nitwit right here is John Smith." I introduced myself before gently pushing the Doctor's shoulder, showing our friendship to Sarah-Jane.
"John Smith? I had a friend who used this name sometimes, and despite the fact that it is a common name he was an unusual man," she said with a slight nostalgia. "And Miss Saxon ..."
"Call me Alvia. "
"May I ask you if you have any link with the Minister of Defense, Harold Saxon?"
To say that I forgot that the Master was already there on Earth was an understatement. Damn, I knew that the Master had spent a little over a year on Earth before the year that never took place, but I had not considered, I had not imagined the fact that he had really lived in this period. This meant that the Master was already monitoring the Doctor's actions and gestures.
"No. No link," I replied with a slightly tighter smile and a slight coolness in my voice, which I hoped would not be noticed.
"So, you've been working here for a long time?" Sarah-Jane finally asked.
"Oh no," replied the Doctor. "This is only our second day. "
"Oh, you're new then? What do you think of this school? This new program, so many sick children. Doesn't that seem odd to you?"
The Doctor who had not taken his eyes off her, smiled at her, but she didn't seem to notice him or his joy which covered him like an aura.
"You seem to be writing more than a portrait," he said, leaning forward slightly.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to investigate while I'm there. She conceded before leaving to meet the other teachers.
"No, good for you. Good for you," he repeated with an even bigger smile. "Oh, good for you, Sarah-Jane Smith."
"Happy with this surprise?" I asked suddenly with a slight satisfied smile but filled with joy.
He suddenly turned to me, hugging me tightly.
"Oh, and what a surprise!" He said, his face close to mine. "Alvia, I could kiss you."
"I don't say no," I teased with humor before withdrawing from his embrace. "But I'm afraid to tell you that it will have to be later, I still have classes, this afternoon."
I gave him a wink and went to collect my things while the first bell rang, and after checking that no one else in the room had their attention turned to us, I grabbed the Doctor's hand to pull him towards me and I kissed his cheek,leaving with a laugh in my throat as the Doctor's face turned red. The rest of the day seemed to go on quietly despite the fact that it was a Thursday afternoon.
And it is with joy that I welcomed the end of the lessons. We rested before infiltrating school at night with Mickey as a bonus. When we got to the main hallway Rose made a comment about the teachers living in the school.
"Okay, team ... Oh I hate people who say team. Uh, gang. Arf ... Comrades."
"Fam?" I added in an imitation of Jodie as Doctor, clearly amused. "Better than comrades, that makes a little Communist, don't you think?"
"Oh whatever..." said the Doctor. "Rose, go to the kitchen, take a sample of this oil. Mickey, the new ones are math teachers, check their departments. Alvia, take care of the teachers' room. I'm going to check into Finch's office. Come back here in ten minutes!" He declared before taking off for the stairs.
"Gotcha!"
And I went towards the teachers' room, luckily, I had the key with me and I unlocked the door before entering the code to open the door. Inside everything was dark and I could barely see anything without light, so I lowered the curtain from the door window and took out my phone to turn on the lamp and light the room. I started to search the tables used by math teachers before focusing on their lockers instead. With a hairpin I concentrated on opening one of the lockers. I was, I think, almost finished when a high-pitched cry rang out, making me jump with fear and surprise.
Not giving up now, I ended up unlocking the locker I came to search, finding nothing strange or any clue, only math lessons. I then closed the locker and quickly left the teachers' room before heading to the math department, where Mickey and the others were probably. When I got there, it was to see the Doctor making fun of Mickey by comparing him with the picture of a little schoolgirl girl and Rose asking questions about the vacuum rats spread out on the ground.
"Rats in school?"
"I would have said that rats were used in dissection, but they are in the math department, not science department. The question we have to ask ourselves is, why the rats are here and not in their real places?" I asked suddenly, stepping out of the shadows, my hands in the pockets of my frock coat.
They jumped at my appearance, Mickey letting out another cry of fright but less powerful than the first.
"Alvia! There you are! Did you find anything?" Asked the Doctor with a big smile.
"Nothing sorry," I replied, shaking my head.
"Hey, but you're the other teacher this morning!" Exclaimed Sarah-Jane with a smile and gratitude. "Alvia Saxon, right?"
"Absolutely, hello again Sarah-Jane Smith!" I greeted with a laugh in my voice.
"Can we concentrate? Rats?"
"Someone clearly didn't listen to me," I snorted with a little contempt. "Anyway, they may be food since they don't seem to be used for dissection. "
"No one is dissecting rats at school anymore, this is no longer the Middle Ages," replied Rose with the same contempt as I did.
"Currently, Rose. Even in my time we still dissected rats, and yet I came from 2019."
"You're from France, you eat frogs and are alcoholics," she commented wickedly.
I was going to respond to Rose's insult when the Doctor spoke suddenly, wanting to end this battle between the blonde and me.
"Never mind! Let's continue ... It all started when Mr. Finch arrived. We should check his office," he said, throwing the rat he was holding at Mickey before grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me in the opposite direction.
Returning to the corridor, followed by Sarah-Jane, Rose and Mickey; the two women walked quickly to stand in front of us and make sure we walk a little slower and have to listen to the discussion / battle between Rose and Sarah-Jane.
"I don't mean to be rude, but who exactly are you?" Asked Rose with a fake friendly smile.
In fact, the blonde was completely rude. We all noticed, there was nothing to deny. The Doctor seemed totally uncomfortable with this situation because he looked everywhere except at the two women in front of us. I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and tried to give him a comforting smile. It seemed to be working because he unconsciously rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand, or perhaps he was doing it unconsciously; who am I to know his thoughts, I only know his past, his present and his future.
"Sarah-Jane Smith. I was traveling with the Doctor."
"Oh, he never talked about you."
"I must have though, Sarah-Jane, mention it all the time," added the Doctor in a vain attempt.
"Hold on… sorry…. Never," she said, pretending to think.
"What? Not even once?" Exclaimed the oldest, injured. "He didn't mention me once?"
Rose walked away with I imagined a satisfied smile as Sarah-Jane decided to follow her, to do I don't know what. Mickey spoke suddenly, a hand on the Doctor's shoulder with a mocking laugh.
"Oh ho, mate! The missus and the ex. Welcome to the worst male nightmare."
"May I remind you she's your girlfriend, not mine?" Snapped the Doctor annoyingly, glaring at Mickey.
Mickey's mocking smile disappeared as he walked a bit and watched the Doctor in silence before his gaze turned to me. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what thought was going through his head as he narrowed his eyes and seemed to understand a great mystery. He seemed to have the enlightenment as he went to join the duo of women who certainly crimped their buns.
"Should we tell them that the office is that way?" I asked the Doctor as I pointed to the opposite direction of the trio.
"Nah, they will quickly realize. Let's go," he said before restarting.
We finally arrived near Finch's office and we were quickly met by the trio. The Doctor had let go of my hand when he started to search for his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the lock where it read "Yale" engraved on it.
"Maybe the rats were food," thought the Doctor aloud, opening the now unlocked door.
"Food for what?"
He entered the room and looked inside. You could all hear strange, completely non-human noises like breaths or snores coming from the ceiling. The Doctor looked up and I swallowed hard, watching the bat creatures sleeping upside down.
"Rose… You now you used to think all teachers slept in the school? Well... They do," added the Doctor as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake up one of the Krilitanes.
We all could see the dark spectacle on the ceiling before Mickey quickly took off away from there, turning on his heel.
"Nope, no way!" He said just before leaving followed by Rose, Sarah-Jane, me and the Doctor.
We rushed to the main doors of the school, which were wide open as Mickey spoke to Rose and pointed at our building. The Doctor said that when the new Headmaster came he was accompanied by seven teachers, four canteens and a nurse, that is to say thirteen bats. He then announced that he needed the Tardis to analyse the cooking oil that Rose had brought back, but Sarah-Jane told him that she had something to show him. I remembered that she had K9 with her and my smile grew as I joined the Doctor and his former companion towards a particular car.
Sarah-Jane opened the trunk and the Doctor lifted a green blanket and saw with great joy her robot dog: K9.
"K9!" He exclaimed completely delighted. "Alvia Saxon, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, this is K9. K9 Mark 3 to be precise."
I didn't see Mickey and Rose exchange a look, but I do know that I cooed in front of the robotic dog.
"Why does it look so ... Disco?"
"Oi! Look, in the year five thousand, it was cutting edge. What happened to him?" He said, turning to Sarah-Jane.
"One day, just ... Nothing," explained Sarah-Jane.
"And you didn't try to repair him?"
"It's not like she could find the right parts in a store at that time!" I added, looking at the mechanical interior of K9.
"Exactly!" She declared. "And then, his technology could have rewritten scientific knowledge. I couldn't show it to anyone."
The Doctor started to coo in front of K9 and my chest lifted in amusement. It was a trait of the Doctor's personality that I had never seen before, and it was totally endearing. The Doctor continued to pet the dog, making noises and cooing.
"I want one," I said, turning to him.
"No," he answered quickly. "And you already have nanogenes."
I sulked, I confess. I sulked like a child, with my arms crossed and everything.
"No offense, but can you stop spoiling her for a minute? No matter the metal dog, we're busy!" Rose said annoyingly.
"Rose you're heartless; how can you not love such an adorable dog!" I protested.
"It's just a robot," she hissed with a wicked look and a roll of her eyes before getting into the car.
"So where are we going, Sarah-Jane?" Asked the Doctor in the car.
"I don't know, do you have an idea?" She said, turning on the ignition
"If we could land in a place where we can eat, I'm not saying no."
We finally found an open chip shop at this time. I was quietly eating my Fish & Chips while watching the Doctor fix K9 with Sarah-Jane. Rose and Mickey were waiting at the counter for their orders, they were both chatting although Mickey was haughty, and Rose was somber. Sarah-Jane began to tell how she was sure the Doctor was on the ship at Christmas, then how she felt after being abandoned by the Doctor.
I did my best not to just focus on the discussion in front of me, even if it was difficult. I suddenly felt lonely. Rose had Mickey, the Doctor had Sarah-Jane, but I had no one. I would have loved Jack so much to be with us, I miss him ... I miss him very much. And it was in this state that I realized how I had nobody in this world. My family was definitely lost, but I hadn't noticed how much I missed my friends. My friends, with whom I could chat for hours on the same subject, whom we shared the same obsession for Tumblr, English actors and fanfictions. It was with them that I felt like myself and I could talk about everything and nothing without paying attention to any information that could change the future. I miss my old life. But if I had the opportunity to go home, I don't know if I would take it. It was difficult to return to an even more banal life than that which Sarah-Jane had lived. It was even harder to imagine entering a universe where everything I had experienced so far here was only fiction and impossible.
A telephone bell cut my thoughts as well as the discussion between the Doctor and Sarah-Jane. It took me a moment before I realized that it was my phone that was ringing. It was my phone that was broadcasting the opening of the 11th Doctor. I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen in amazement. The screen displayed a number that I didn't know but in my mind a lot of questions arose but the most important were these: Who's calling me? How did he get my number - mine, not of this world? Who would like to call me and why? I still hadn't picked up and, in the end, I didn't have time to know who was calling me because I took too long.
A bitter feeling of regret gnawed at my chest, but it disappeared as soon as my phone rang again and this time I hastened to answer the call as I headed outside. I put the device against my ear and finally spoke.
"Yes?"
"Ah, Alvia! I need your help! You have to bring me the big red stone, it started!" Began a familiar voice quickly.
An all too familiar voice.
"Who's speaking?" I asked cautiously, even if I suspected the identity of the person.
"Really? It's me, Alvia! The Doctor! Now, it isn't the time for a joke!"
I looked at my Doctor who was chatting and joking with Sarah-Jane, probably remembering the good old days.
"Doctor?"
"Honestly Alvia? It gets a little bit annoying," replied the voice with a sigh. "The Doctor, last Time Lords who travels in the Tardis and who is-"
"No, I know who you are!" I cut quickly. "But which one are you? It's not like you only have a dozen bodies through time and the universe! And how did you get my number!"
Silence echoed in my ear.
"... You're not the Alvia who travels with me," understood the Doctor.
A sheepish smile grew on my lips as fun was heard in my voice.
"Nope, sorry. But I'm going to make sure I remember that for the future. I should hang up, it looked like you were busy."
"Oh, it doesn't matter what's going on right now," he said with ease. "Where are you right now?"
"I just met Sarah-Jane and you're repairing K9 right now."
"Oh ... It's been so long for me!" He sighed tenderly.
"And there is still no way for me to have my own K9?" I tried with a laugh.
The Doctor laughed and we both shared a good laugh together.
"Still not," he refused. "Right, I'll leave you."
"You have a world to save, if I remember correctly."
"Don't I? And Alvia…"
"Yes, Doctor?"
The Doctor was going to tell me something, and probably said something but I didn't hear anything because Mickey suddenly pulled his head from the chip shop to call me, startled me and did not make me hear the words of the Doctor.
"OI! Come back inside, the tin dog has lit up."
I gestured while mimicking the words "I'm coming" before putting the Doctor's phone back to the ear to end the call.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. I've to go. I didn't hear what you said because of Mickey, but you can tell my future self. "
"… It doesn't matter, see you soon Alvia."
"It's not a goodbye when I'm already with you. Now hush and run spaceman, the world must be saved!" I finished before hanging up and going inside, storing my phone in the inside pocket of my frock coat.
A small part of me wondered what the Doctor wanted to say to me on the phone. But most of my thoughts came back to our adventure and I glanced at the building from outside, watching two shadows on the roof of the building opposite. I now realized how careless I was when I went outside while we were being watched by the Krilitanes.
The Doctor was holding a small glass jar with oil inside. The Doctor was going to put his finger on it when Rose warned him not to do it because one of the canteens had been burned. The Doctor replied that he was not a canteen and plunged his index finger into the jar to retrieve a hazelnut of oil and place it on a small red suction cup that K9 tightened and which acted as a sensor. K9 had trouble speaking at the start of his analysis-Mickey taking advantage to make fun of him before being scolded by Sarah-Jane and holding a sore leg after I had hit his shin.
"Confirmation of the analysis. Substance is Krilitane oil," revealed K9.
"Krilitanes," repeated the Doctor in shock.
"Is that a bad thing?" Asked Rose.
"Very bad. Think of the worst situation and add another suitcase full of bad."
"And what are Krilitanes?" Asked Sarah-Jane.
"A composite race."
"A race which is like a mixture of traditions of several countries, invaded peoples and invaders, but taken literally, they take the characteristics better physical characteristics of the people which they destroy," I explained as easily as possible so that the others would understand. "Eyes, wings, poison et caetera…"
"Exactly," confirmed the Doctor. "That's why I didn't recognize them in the office earlier. The last time I met them it didn't look like but had long necks. And of all the places on earth, they chose a school. Why?"
"They have something to do with the children, some have knowledge beyond human knowledge." I replied, remembering what we had observed in class.
"We have to do something," said Sarah-Jane. "But not now, it's too late to do something."
"Let's rest," conceded the Doctor. "Tomorrow may be hectic."
"And where are we resting?" I asked, crossing my arms, arched eyebrow. "The Tardis is still in school and making the way to London is useless."
"You can sleep at my house," offered the former companion. "I have rooms and a very comfy sofa."
"Really?" Asked the surprised Doctor.
"That's the lesser of it." Smiled Sarah-Jane.
The Doctor turned his head slightly to get our opinion and after a few seconds during a silent exchange the Doctor turned to his old companion and nodded quietly in confirmation with a small smile on his lips. Sarah-Jane's face seemed to light up as a big smile grew on her face.
I helped Sarah-Jane and Mickey put K9 in the trunk of the car and as soon as it was done I sat happily against the car.
"I never imagined that k9 could be this heavy, maybe you should slow down on the dog food," I joked, turning to the woman who giggled.
"So, what's the deal with the tin dog?"
"The Doctor likes to travel accompanied. Sometimes with humans, sometimes with aliens, sometimes with tin dogs," said Sarah-Jane. " And you? Where do you stand? I guess for Alvia, but not for you."
I blinked at the mention of my name.
"Me? I'm their 3rd man, tech support, I'm... " He bragged before his mood dropped, realizing what he was. "Oh my god ... I'm the tin dog."
"You saved the earth by blowing up Downing Street, I don't think K9 could have done it," I added with a wink to cheer him up.
"It was you? Downing Street!" She exclaimed. "Oh, I should have known. "
"It was the day I met the Doctor. He was in a different body, blue eyes, short brown hair and he was wearing a leather jacket. "
"You forget that he had fairly substantial ears and nose. He looked stupid," added Mickey, gesturing towards his nose and ears.
"I have an artist's eye, I see beauty in a lot of things," I replied with a slight haughty tone. "It is clearly not innate in everyone. "
Sarah-Jane giggled, and Mickey was going to retort when a shrill cry was heard, startling us and a Krilitanes hovered over Rose and the Doctor before disappearing into the night.
The duo seemed to have had a slightly heated discussion because Rose's eyes were slightly red and the Doctor's mood a little darker than before.
"Let's go," he said, rushing towards us.
And that was all he told us during the trip to Sarah-Jane's house.
Sarah-Jane's house was nice and warm. The decoration told the story of the woman and her love for everything that attracted space and the unusual. Sarah-Jane helped us out with two more mattresses and pointed to the guest bedroom. After a cup of tea and a nice chat we all went to bed.
I was in the guest bedroom, Rose and Mickey were sleeping soundly and the Doctor was in the living room on the sofa. I turned around several times, looking for sleep but not finding it. The house was silent if it weren't for Mickey's snoring. Sighing in annoyance, I ended up pulling the blanket and getting dressed to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water and sit outside so as not to disturb anyone. As I filled the water in as silently as possible a voice called out to me.
"Alvia?"
It was the Doctor, I suspected that he didn't sleep either, but for him it was more biological than other things.
"I can't sleep," I explained simply by closing the tap.
He moved towards me and I could observe in the moonlight that he was no longer wearing his suit jacket or his tie. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him after I drank my water and put the glass on the table. His hand was so much bigger than mine and warm too.
"Your hands are cold ..." he remarked.
"Yeah ... They do that sometimes."
We moved to the sofa and he covered my body with the blanket before taking me in his arms and laying us down on the sofa; it was clearly an innovation on his part, but I had absolutely no complaints.
"Is there any particular reason that you can't sleep?" He asked as his warm breath caressed my neck.
"I think about a lot of things ..." I admitted, sinking comfortably into his embrace.
"Wouldn't you mind telling me? I am a good ear for those who need it…"
"I know ..." I smiled softly before falling into silence.
For a while I searched for the right words and during that time the Doctor's thumb was rubbing one of my hands circularly to warm it up. It was nice to have someone taking care of me and I wish that feeling would never go away.
"The phone call earlier ..." I started.
"Mmm? "
"It was from you, in the future. An accident of course, he wanted to call the me of his time."
His hand stopped in his gesture and I gave him time to digest the information before resuming.
"The future you was going to tell me something when Mickey called me to go back inside and I couldn't hear him… So, I wonder what you were going to tell me, and the question doesn't want to get out my mind… "
"I don't know what I wanted to tell you in the future, but I know you will know it when the time comes. Now ... Should I expect more intervention from our future selves?" He joked softly.
I laughed gently with him but deep down I asked myself the same question with more seriousness. It wasn't the first time that his future intervened with me ...
A yawn interrupted my chuckles and the Doctor tightened his grip a little more. I turned around and pressed my cheek against his chest, listening to the rhythm of four that his hearts beat softly.
"You should sleep, Alvia ... Tomorrow will be an eventful day..." he said.
"I would have liked to contradict you, but you're so right ..." I mumbled, falling asleep in his arms.
Just before I plunged into morphea's arms - and his arms, at the same time - I felt the Doctor drop a kiss on the top of my head, making me smile softly as I fell asleep.
The Doctor gently kissed the top of Alvia's head as he felt her fall asleep. He saw a small smile settle on her lips and felt his chest warm at the sight. He dared not run his hands through the red hair of his companion for fear of waking her up because Rassilon knows she needed sleep.
He really cared about her. And today he had this fearful spike when he saw his former partner Sarah-Jane for the first time in a long time. He was afraid that Alvia would react negatively like Rose had done, but she still seemed to manage to surprise him. Alvia seemed to really like Sarah-Jane and K9. Come to think of it, Alvia had almost literally jumped with excitement when she saw K9 and had asked to have one for her too. The memory made him smile tenderly.
It wasn't often that she showed this aspect of her, this childish aspect, curious and so happy. He couldn't guess that everything she had gone through had left her traumatized and forced her to acquire maturity; and yet he loved her so much that she was the girl she was. He was happy that Alvia was taking care of him and his Tardis, but who was taking care of her?
And the discussion between him and Rose came back to mind. Alvia had once told her that the Tardis was his house, and should he ever make her leave the Tardis, she would have nothing else. She had already lost so much and suffered so much. She would never again feel this pain, promised the Doctor.
As long as it takes, I'll take care of her and keep her close to me, thought the Doctor, tightening his arms a little more around Alvia and gently kissing the top of her head before burying his nose in her hair, sleeping a bit until the sun rises.
It was a hand that gently caressed my arm and my cheek that woke me up. I groaned slightly at the light that attacked my sight through my eyelids and buried my nose in the blanket, mumbling what I thought was "five more minutes." A slight chuckle reached my ears and the caresses on my arm did not stop. When I opened my eyes, I met the Doctor's warm and tender brown gaze. His hair was a mess and he wore a sweet smile on his lips.
"Come on, Sleeping Beauty. It's time to get up," he said softly, his smile never leaving his lips.
"I hate getting up to go to school ... Even as a teacher ..." I grumbled.
"It's almost finished. Come on, have a breakfast. Sarah-Jane put the water to boil for tea."
"Mm... Tea, solution for everything," I added, getting up slowly, the blanket slipping from my shoulders.
The Doctor reached out to me and helped me to my feet before reaching out again to comb a lock of hair behind my ear. I blushed gently at the gesture before telling him that he should do his hair, because he looked like a hedgehog; and headed for the kitchen, red still on my cheeks.
I greeted Sarah-Jane who poured water into cups and sat at the table with her. We were quickly joined by the Doctor who made a toast and spread strawberry jam there. I was drinking my cup of tea, adding a sugar cube before I was satisfied, and I made my own buttered toast with strawberry jam too. Breakfast was accompanied by quiet and light discussions and I was starting my third toast when Rose and Mickey got up. I greeted them with a nod before swallowing the sandwich and finishing my tea.
I looked at the clock and saw that we had an hour and a half before we went to school. I asked if I could use the shower and as soon as I had an affirmation and indications on the place could be the towel I went there. I did not wash my hair, not wanting to keep the bathroom to myself, but as soon as I left the room, I was pushed to the side by Rose who entered like a hurricane in the room. I glared at the closed door and rolled my eyes before going to the guest bedroom to retrieve my shoes and the rest of my clothes.
I laced up my low burgundy vans on the sofa when the Doctor joined me in the room, munching on a cookie. His hair was now styled, and he was putting on his tie. I saw his hands twist and move with ease and speed; his tie was put on in less than ten seconds. He then buttoned the first button on his suit jacket before sitting down next to me.
"What are we going to do today?" I asked, making a bow tie on my last shoe
"Since their program is not on paper, it must certainly be computerized," informed the Doctor. "I would need a conversation with the Headmaster and we must keep the teachers away from him."
"Human teachers or Krilitanes?"
"Both."
"Let's make a plan, then."
The Doctor got out of the car with a serious look. It was understandable, only monsters would use children to achieve their ends. The Silence were an example in this world, raising Amy's and Rory's child to transform her into a perfect assassin with the bonus of being a psychopath.
The Doctor suddenly searched the inside pocket of his jacket to take out his sonic screwdriver.
"Rose and Sarah-Jane, you go to the math department. You're going to hack these computers. I need the hard drive," he ordered before handing Sarah her screwdriver, leaving Rose looking like an idiot as she reached out thinking she would have the screwdriver. "Mickey, surveillance, I want you outside. Alvia inside surveillance, try to keep the teachers from disturbing us in any way. For my part, it's time to exchange a few words with Mr. Finch, the headmaster."
In the school entrance hall, we all separated, I joined the procession of teachers while Rose and Sarah-Jane went to the computers and the Doctor was looking for the Headmaster.
I had barely arrived in the hallway of the teacher's room when something hit me hard and my whole vision went dark as I fell unconscious on the floor.
The Doctor was chatting with Finch who turned out to be Brother Lassa. The Doctor constantly had his hands in his pockets.
"What is your plan?"
"You don't know?"
"I have this friend who knows a lot and most certainly your plan. I could have asked her and put an end to this whole circus for a while, but I preferred not to abuse this privilege. It was more polite to ask you directly."
Brother Lassa crumpled up at the sudden news, who else would know about their plan? They had been as discreet as possible. He would inform his brothers later.
"Well, I'm not going to tell you anything. Work it out," replied the Headmaster.
"If I don't like it, I'll stop it."
Sarah-Jane and Rose got confused over the Doctor, trying to dominate each other by telling what she had seen until the most ridiculous came out and the tension in the room disappeared and they laughed.
When the Doctor entered the class, asking for news only to find his companions laughing loudly without having done anything and the Doctor was really trying to know the computer programs despite the laughter of the women.
I woke up lying on the ground, in an uncomfortable position, arms tied behind my back and gag in the mouth. From where I was, I could see the group of Krilitane teachers who were chatting and seemed to be having tea. A door suddenly opened, and the Headmaster entered.
"My brothers, we have to start the final phase. Bring the kids in and lock the school. Our hour is coming, my brothers. Today we are becoming gods."
"Brothers Lassa," spoke a canteen lady. "We have a gift for you, her smell was near some brothers' lockers, and she seemed ready to snoop around and do something."
The canteen lady who spoke suddenly approached me before getting up, pulling me by the hair. I groaned in pain through the gag and tried my best not to show them tears that were beading in the corner of my eyes from the pain.
"And there it is ... Our nosy little vixen ..." the Headmaster spoke softly. "Your friend the Doctor, seems to have told me something very important about you ..." He said, coming up, raising his hand.
That hand gripped my jaw firmly and gently lifted my chin towards him. From an outside point of view, you would think it was soft, but I could feel the force in his fingers. He could destroy my jaw so easily.
"You are in possession of knowledge," he revealed. "You will be our soothsayer; every divine pantheon must have one."
A shiver of horror climbed my spine, so what had the Doctor said? How dare he reveal something so important and dangerous? He'll hear me speak, when it's all over...
The Headmaster's other hand slipped to the back of my head and loosened my gag.
"Tell me, my dear soothsayer, what is in store for us in the future? Tell me everything…"
"You will lose ..." I hissed. "And the Doctor will show you no mercy, you've already got a warning."
"Mmm ... That's what we'll see! My brothers let's start! And I think we could have lunch a little earlier."
Their carnivorous smiles didn't inspire confidence in me at all. And as they all left the room, the Headmaster threw me against the table, without my being able to absorb the fall. His cold gaze met mine and he in turn left the room, locking me up in his office. When I was absolutely sure I was alone, I tried to get rid of the link that held my wrist behind my back, looking as best as possible, I deduced that the handcuffs that held me was made of a material not found on earth, their shape was absolutely unfamiliar to me.
When the Headmaster returned a little later, the students had all gone to class after a message on the school grounds. Finch moved to his desk and closed the entire school. After a few seconds he finally turned to me, a nasty smile on his lips.
"Let's go join the others, shall we?"
And with these words he left the office pulling me with him, his grip on my arm was firm and I couldn't escape. He was fast too and didn't seem to care if I was hanging on or not. He was determined. He pulled me into the halls and climbed the stairs until I reached the room where the Doctor and the rest were.
I was going to make a noise, but Finch this time placed his hand against my throat and squeezed it enough, so I could feel the bruising in the future and I was running out of air. I was suffocating.
"Let the lesson begin. The paradigm solved, the reality will be clay in our hands."
The group turned to us. Rose seemed shocked to see me with Finch, Sarah-Jane looked in horror at the hand that held me back. And the Doctor's gaze got even darker at my sight, as I fussed lightly for air, my lungs starting to burn.
"We can reshape the universe and improve it."
"And you, at the head of all creation? Call me old-fashioned, but I like the universe as it is."
With a hoarse hiss, I inhaled as deeply as possible to get as much oxygen as I could. At the hiss, the Doctor looked at me again, concern in his eyes. I don't know what I looked like right now, but I shouldn't be a top model either. Unfortunately, all my attention was unconsciously attired towards the board behind the trio, my eyes observed themselves in this code and I felt my whole environment melt to immerse myself only in this green code. Numbers, symbols and letters, of all alphabets, of all civilizations and all times were abundant in my mind.
As Alvia gradually fell into intense concentration like children to crack the code of the universe, no one realized her condition. The attention of the traveling trio was concentrated on the speech of Brothers Lassa who proposed to the Doctor to take charge of the universe, to offer youth to Sarah-Jane Smith and immortality to Rose Tyler. He was like the serpent of the Garden of Eden, whispering in his ear to bite the apple of knowledge despite the ban.
And it was when the Doctor considered this offer to save everyone, including her own people, that Sarah-Jane took back the spirit of the Doctor. It was then that Rose became aware of Alvia's abnormality and stillness. Instead of his brown eyes lightly ambered in the sun, her eyes glowed in a sickly bright green, the same green that the screens and the program broadcast. Her glistening green eyes were glassy and fully focused on the big screen. She was barely breathing, her chest rising very little.
"Doctor, there is something about Alvia!" She suddenly exclaimed.
The heads turned to the redhead and saw in horror that those eyes were green. Brothers Lassa was himself surprised before a huge smile that announced nothing good grew on his lips.
"Well ... It seems like surprises are building up with her ..." purred the Krilitane. "She is almost on the verge of cracking the codes. From one minute to the next, the manipulation of the universe will be available to us."
"What did you do to her!" Spat the Doctor.
"A mind so powerful ..." congratulated the Krilitane by loosening the grip on the redhead's neck a little and caressing her curls. "Who would have believed it ... But I should have seen it before. She's an artist in her soul. She's more than just a seer or a soothsayer, Doctor."
"A seer? What do you mean a seer?" Asked Rose confused. "Doctor, explain."
The insistent look of Rose and curious of Sarah-Jane as well as the insistence of the Krilitanes left him no other choice.
"Alvia, knows things. She knows the past, the present and the future, my future," revealed the Doctor reluctantly. "A large part of her knowledge is intimately linked to my life. Who dies, who succeeds."
"I remember, one day she told me that she knew where you came from, what you were going through, how you were going to live and how you were going to die," remembered Rose. "Does that mean that all this time she knew what was going to happen during our adventures? The daleks? Your regeneration? My father's death!"
"Yes," he replied simply.
"Such a small creature with such great potential..." purred the Headmaster. "Use her and all the power will be yours."
The Doctor silently observed his red-haired companion. He saw her lips quiver as if she was muttering the code at top speed. Her green eyes reading, staring forever at the lit screen was bright, shining with tears. Drops that had beaded around the corner of the eye, and one of those drops suddenly slipped from the eye and rolled over his cheek. The tear seemed to destroy the Doctor inside and he quickly made up his mind. He grabbed the chair and threw it on the screen, which broke under the sudden and violent shock., Brother Lassa letting go of his grip on her neck and avoiding the chair. This turned off the program in the room, and Alvia's gleaming green eyes suddenly returned to their original color. Alvia suddenly regained consciousness, panting, swallowing air as if she had been underwater for so long, hungry for air.
The Doctor grabbed Alvia's arm and pulled her with her as he ran out of the room quickly followed by the blonde and brunette.
I regained consciousness abruptly, swallowing the air as if I were a child who had just come into the world. I did not immediately regain my mind, but someone pulled me by the arm and forced me to run up and down the stairs quickly while my hands were still tied. It was on the ground floor that I was finally in control of my body and my mind. I looked confusedly at the hall, wondering where Finch was, why I was suddenly in the company of the Doctor, Rose, Sarah-Jane Mickey and a kid. The answer came in the form of four Krilitanes who flew towards us quickly.
The Doctor pulled me from them and we ran towards the canteen. When I got there, the Doctor removed my handcuffs with his sonic screwdriver and I massaged my free wrists. The Headmaster entered a few seconds after us and his brothers. The Krilitanes in their true forms flew around the room, claws coming out hoping to hurt us.
"I want the Doctor and his foxy companion alive. For the others, make it a feast," Finch ordered.
The Krilitanes rushed towards us. The Doctor tried to defend himself with a chair while the rest of us were grounded, trying to find a way to do something when suddenly a beam of red light appeared, hitting one in the chest and fell heavily to the ground, dead. K9 was there and Finch screamed in rage at the death of one of his family.
"I suggest you enter the race mode, mistress," said the robotic dog.
We took the opportunity to run and K9 fired again and again on the Krilitanes.
"K9, hold them back!" Yelled the Doctor.
"Affirmative, master. Maximum defence mode."
We ran to reach a door and as soon as we all crossed it, he closed it with his screwdriver. We were in a science classroom and I welcomed the tables and the chairs. The Doctor went around in search of an exploitable weak spot before he had the flash of illumination.
"The oil! The Krilitanes can't stand oil! That's it!" Exclaimed the Doctor before explaining to us quickly. "They've changed physiology so often that their own oil has become toxic to them! How many are there in the kitchen?" He asked Rose.
"Barrels."
We all suddenly jumped as the Krilitanes begin to knock and destroy the locked door.
"Directions to the kitchen! Who wants to devote himself to save the children?" I asked abruptly as I walked over to the fire alarm.
"I'll do it," Offered Mickey.
"Well, now we're running in 3, 2, 1!"
At this count I snapped my elbow in the alarm which immediately sounded. Immediately we started to run, and Mickey left the group to go save the children, followed by the boy. We were joined just before the kitchen by K9 and discovered the barrels of oil inside. The Doctor went to scan the barrels to find that they were locked and that he couldn't open them.
"The vats would not withstand a direct hit from my laser, but my batteries are discharged," informed K9.
"Okay, everybody goes out the back door. K9, stay with me," said the Doctor, not moving from his place.
We did what he told us and rushed out. As soon as the fresh air hit my face, I felt better than before. Rose and I went to the school while Sarah-Jane stayed by the metal door, waiting for the Doctor and her dog to return. My legs could not hold any more and I preferred to put myself on the ground-the stability of the ground made me feel good. Mickey went out a few minutes later, joined by the noisy students. The school exploded a few moments later, the glass shattering and course sheets flying in the air.
I put a hand on my forehead, the memory of symbols, numbers and letters flying in my mind in a specific pattern made me nauseated. This nausea intensified, and I got up abruptly, almost sprawling on the ground and moved away a little. I squatting down, one hand supporting me against a brick wall when before I violently vomited the little that I had in my stomach. The sour, acrid taste of digestive juices settled in my mouth and my throat was burning.
"Hey, are you okay?" Asked Mickey, who had heard me throw up.
He seemed to realize that something was wrong with me as I continued to vomit.
"Hey Alvia? Doctor!"
The Doctor and Sarah-Jane approached me, completely worried. One pair of hands went to remove my hair from the face while another pair landed on and off my shoulders and rubbed my back gently.
When I had nothing more to vomit, not even my own juices I made sure to hold my heart. I was given a handkerchief and a bottle of water and I took them with joy. I rinsed and wiped my mouth before I finished the bottle to get something in my stomach, my throat was sore.
"What caused this, Alvia?" Asked the Doctor gently, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.
"This is the thing, the paradigm ... Symbols still float in my head until I get sick," I replied softly, my stomach still making an unpleasant start.
"Let's go back to the Tardis, you can rest there," he said tenderly, kissing the top of my head. "I'll help you remove the symbols from your mind, okay?"
I nodded gently, and the Doctor went to inform everyone before we left to go to the Tardis.
In the Tardis, instead of leading me to my room, the Doctor preferred to take me to the observatory. To my confused look, he explained to me simply that he preferred to remove all traces of the paradigm in a calm place that would not be easily found. And that's what he did, again feeling that old and powerful presence in my mind, he went to look for all the traces and made them disappear. When he retired, I put my forehead against his chest, exhausted but now healthier. His hand absently stroked my cheek before he carried me to my surprise, his arms lifting my back and my legs, before taking me to my room to rest there.
Before the start of the trip, I wrapped my arms around his neck lest he let go, despite the fact that he was not going to do it even by accident. And during this little trip I put my cheek against him, dozing as his steps rocked me. I was laid in my bed and his hand went through my hair one last time before I fell asleep for a few hours.
When I woke up, I felt very healthy and had regained all of my energy. This nap really did me good!
Having no idea where the others were, I went looking for the Doctor. I found it thanks to Sexy who took me to a sort of laboratory. The Doctor had his glasses, his tongue sticking out as he seemed to be building a new K9. In order not to startle him, I announced my presence by knocking softly on the open door before joining his side.
"How are you, Alvia?" He asked, tweaking some cables.
"Better. Are you rebuilding K9?" I asked, putting my cheek against my fist, my elbow against the table.
"Yes, and I give him some updates. Sarah-Jane was so sad when she knew about K9. He was a good dog."
I gently caressed K9's head, trying to remember my own dog that I had in my old world. With my gaze absent, I did not pay attention to the Doctor who had stopped rebuilding K9. I didn't see his tender gaze landing on me while I was remembering my pet.
I jumped slightly as his hand wrapped gently around mine, the Doctor giving me a sweet smile that made my heart jump. I knew at that time that it was too late for me, I was irreparably in love with him. That I could no longer turn around and try to be nothing but simple friends without taking everything he deigned to offer me, consciously as well as unconsciously. Loving the Doctor was going to offer me as much happiness as sorrow. I could feel it in my being that one day I was going to be torn to have as much to love this being so lonely and yet so loved who was by my side. One day ... One day this love would break me or worse ... Kill me.
"Do you want to help me rebuild K9? With an extra pair of hands, I could go faster."
My gaze was on the lifeless robotic dog at the moment. A sweet smile hiding all the darkness of my thoughts settled on my lips and I accepted the Doctor's offer. I went to look for a chair and pulled it to settle down next to the Doctor, our shoulders touching each other so that he told me what I should do and what it would do when K9 is in market. He spoke to me softly, not hesitating to explain quietly when I let him know that I had lost him. Not once did he look at me like I had drooled over my t-shirt like a toddler. His smile was encouraging, and it warmed my heart to see that smile and the happiness in his eyes.
It must have been early in the morning when we finished building K9 and the Doctor turned it on for the first time. As soon as he woke up K9, recognized the Doctor as his master. It was then the end of this shared moment. He wished me good night while I was in his arms in a pleasant embrace. Just before leaving I dared to kiss him on the cheek before giving him one last look and going to bed to wake up the next morning, ready with Rose and the Doctor to go on a new adventure.
Mickey had joined us for breakfast and when we went to the main room it was to welcome Sarah-Jane a few minutes later. She entered the room as if it was the first time she had entered it, she observed every corner of the room which buzzed happily when the woman arrived. The Doctor wasn't the only one happy to see Sarah-Jane again, I guess.
"You've redecorated," remarked the brunette.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh yeah. I preferred it as it was, but it'll do."
"We all have a favourite console room," I added, putting my hand against the console, enjoying the warm buzz. "Although the Tardis will always be beautiful, inside and out," I said knowingly.
"I love it," added Rose with a satisfied smile, leaning against the railing.
"Hey you!" Greeted Sarah-Jane. "What's forty-seven times three hundred and sixty-nine?"
"No idea. It's gone, the oil's gone. "
"But you're still clever."
Sarah-Jane and Rose chatted lightly together, and I turned to the Doctor who was starting to tweak the buttons and some lever. And Mickey was watching Rose with a small smile on his face. I stretched slowly, like a cat, cracking some vertebrae with satisfaction and growling softly in appreciation.
"Doctor?" Asked Rose.
He looked up, suddenly entering the conversation, remembering what to ask Sarah-Jane since this morning's conversation with Rose.
"Um, we were going to leave, but you can come with us. If you want."
Rose looked at the former partner with a smile of hope and the Doctor, and when she refused their smile fell slightly.
"It's over for me. And then I have a bigger adventure ahead of me. It is time that I stop waiting and start living my life," explained the brunette.
That's when Mickey dared to speak and asked if he could come. Of course, everyone thought that he wanted to come with Sarah-Jane and that made an awkward and amusing silence fall for me, before he rectified himself and asked if he could come to live adventures with us in the Tardis.
"Because I'm not the tin dog and I want to see what's out there."
Looking at Rose, I saw that she was silently saying no to the Doctor, but he seemed to ignore her because Sarah-Jane encouraged him to take a Smith in the Tardis, because we needed it. The Doctor agreed to Mickey's delight, who laughed but quickly stopped when the blonde didn't react.
"Rose, how are you?"
"No, great. Why not?"
The mood fell definitively, and I turned as discreetly as possible towards the Doctor silently saying to him "Awkward!" Because the situation was totally awkward.
The Doctor patted me lightly on the shoulder to get the gift for Sarah-Jane without noticing us. We hid K9 which was covered with a red blanket, thanks to Mickey and we put it behind the Tardis. Mickey came back inside, and I held the door for the brunette while the Doctor was waiting outside; before closing the door and letting them say goodbye, especially coming from the Doctor. I nevertheless turned on the screen to see them share a big hug and especially to see the reaction of Sarah-Jane to her new K9.
The Doctor started the engines, and Sarah-Jane burst into joy and tears as she hugged her new dog.
"So where are we going now?" Casually asked the Doctor with a small smile on his lips.
"Mickey's first trip. Hmm. I guess we can go to an amazing place, right? What do you think of the 51st century?"
"Go, for an incredible trip, then!" He smiled widely. "I'm preparing the coordinates, we'll go a little later. Time for everyone to rest."
"Good for me!"
here's the translation of the french sentences.
"Bonjour, tout le monde. J'espère que vous avez fait vos travaux parce que je ramasse."
"Hello, everyone. I hope you did your homework because I am picking up.
"J'espère on peut garder le contact!"
I hope we can keep in touch!
"J'espère que nous pourrons garder le contact, Brown"
I hope we could keep in touch, Brown
Vous ferez des fautes, tout le monde fait des fautes ; mais il faut apprendre de vos erreurs pour ne plus les refaire ensuite. Vous comprenez?"
You will make mistakes, everyone makes mistakes; but you have to learn from your mistakes so that you don't repeat them again. You understand?"
Attendez une minute! Vous pensez partir sans noter le travail à faire? Je sais que ce n'est amusant mais vous êtes ici pour travailler."
Wait a minute! Thinking of leaving without noting the work to be done? I know it's not fun but you're here to work. "
Pour le prochain cours, je veux que vous me fassiez des recherches sur les fables de Jean de Lafontaine et ses fables les plus connue, nous allons travailler sur ces textes au niveau de l'écriture et de votre oral,"
For the next lesson, I want you to do my research on Jean de Lafontaine's fables and his most famous fables, we will work on these texts at the level of writing and your oral, "
"Bon appétit tout le monde!"
"Enjoy your meal everyone!"