Hello again!
I'm back for Rose part 2! But first, I have four things to say:
1) It's my birthday! I'm officially 17 years old!
2) If you look at the cover of this story, you will see a drawing of June that I did. That's what I picture her looking like, if you picture her differently, that's fine, you do you boo
3) To answer the question Pfannkuchen07 asked in their review, yes, everything in the first four chapters with the Silgols, the abduction, the planet, etc. was my own idea. Thank you for the compliments, it means a lot to me!
4) If you guys leave questions in a review, I will answer it in the author's note before the next chapter. So if you have any questions, feel free to leave a review or hell, if you want, just PM me.
Okay, no more waiting, please enjoy the next chapter!
Chapter 6
Rose Part 2
The console room had an eerie feeling of emptiness to it, almost like a lack of life. Whenever June was left alone in the TARDIS, everything felt slightly off. It felt like the one piece that made everything feel right had gone missing. June shuttered and walked up the ramp to the console.
June let her backpack fall on the floor before she settled, sitting crisscrossed on the one tattered chair in the room. She hummed to herself, trying to fill the silence, and tapped her fingers on her knees along to the beat. Her eyes kept flickering from the console to the door. She wondered if the Doctor was okay and when he would be back.
Time crawled by. Her anxiety faded from a tense feeling that wrapped around her body to a faint uncomfortable buzz in her stomach. June eventually hopped onto her feet, her legs still a little wobbly, and wandered around the console. She wondered how she would get home if the Doctor wasn't going to come back. She spent a moment looking at the scanner, but she couldn't read anything on the screen. She felt slightly tempted to push a button or pull a lever on the console but knew that it might be a stupid idea.
The TARDIS door swung open and the Doctor walked inside without a single scratch on him. June gaped at him as he joined her at the console. "Went off without a hitch," he beamed.
"What the hell was that?!" June yelled, staring at the man with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Sometimes it felt like he wasn't real. No one just walked casually back into a room after blowing up a building.
The Doctor frowned. "I told you," he said. "There was a relay—"
June held a hand up. "No," she interrupted. "I don't mean that. I get why. I'm talking about your 'plan'." She used air quotes around 'plan'.
"The only way to get rid of it was to blow up the building," he explained.
She gaped at him. "With you inside?"
"Yeah, you usually have to be near a bomb to set it off," the Doctor said.
June took a deep breath and shook her head. "You could have died," she stressed. "You said so yourself."
"But I didn't," he pointed out. He sighed and grabbed her shoulders. "Don't worry," he said. She glowered at him. "I'm fine."
June rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I got that," she said. "But, were you going to tell me about your plan?" She raised an eyebrow.
The Doctor shook his head. "Nope," he said. He said it so casually. "You would've tried to stop me, could've gotten yourself in trouble." June shrugged, knowing he was right. "Turns out you don't need me to get into trouble."
June leaned against the console. "I told you, Rose was going that way and I couldn't stop her," she said. "Really. I tried. I thought I could get her out of there." She sighed. "It didn't go that well."
The Doctor gave her a lopsided smile. "Yeah, I could see that."
June still couldn't help but feel a little upset with him. But, she knew that his hearts were in the right place. There was no use arguing about it anyway. "At least I don't have to go to work tomorrow," she joked. They both laughed. "What are we doing tomorrow?"
The Doctor grinned. "Glad you asked," he said. "We get to look for signals that can lead us to the Nestene Consciousness."
June frowned. "Wait, we're not done?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No. What would make you think that we're done?"
"Blowing up a building is usually the end of things," she said.
He smirked. "Usually, not always."
June shrugged. "Alright. I'll give you that." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I'm going to get ready for bed. Some of us actually need sleep. Sometimes."
"Waste of time," the Doctor commented.
"Not to tired humans," she said. He raised his eyebrows, questioningly. She rolled her eyes and turned away, waving hand as she walked across the room. "Later."
"Yeah, goodnight," he called from the console.
June stopped before she left the room. She looked back at the Doctor. She still felt slightly uneasy. It didn't feel right to just leave it like this.
June ran back up to the console. She quickly pulled the Doctor into a tight hug. He didn't hesitate to hug her back, he never did, but he was confused. "What are y—?"
"I'm glad you're not dead," she said. "Just tell me next time you're about to do something stupid."
He smiled. "Sure."
June let him go and rushed out of the console room without a single look back. The Doctor smiled after her. He flicked another switch on the console and the TARDIS spun further into space.
~*O*~
June was not fond of snooping around strangers' flats – they weren't called apartments in England—but she didn't exactly have a choice. She and the Doctor had to follow a signal he had picked up with his sonic screwdriver. That signal led them a whole block of flats. And despite how awkward June felt walking around a place where no one they knew lived, they had to follow the beeping of the sonic screwdriver.
People would pass them all the time and June couldn't help but be hyper aware of everyone. She didn't believe that anyone was suspicious, she was afraid that they would find her and the Doctor suspicious. She'd be suspicious if she saw two stranger snooping around outside her apartment. But no one even seemed to notice them. Sure, people would glance at them, but they would never look at them twice. She hummed to keep her mind off her worries.
The Doctor stopped in front of a random door. The door looked just like every other door they had passed before, and it probably led to a flat that looked just like all the other flats. There was absolutely nothing special about it, well, until the Doctor stopped in front of it. "The signal leads here," he said.
June leaned against the wall. "So, what do we do now?" she asked. "We can't exactly go inside and look around."
"Sure, we can," the Doctor said. He pointed down at a small dog door.
June noticed it, but just shrugged. Sure, it was there, but they couldn't do anything about it. "So?"
"It's a cat flap," he said.
"A cat flap?" she asked. The Doctor nodded and crouched down in front of the cat flap. He tried to look into the apartment, but the cat flap seemed stuck. "Do they really call them cat flaps?" June asked, sliding down to the floor. The name was a bit ridiculous sounding.
"Yep," the Doctor said as he used the sonic on the stuck door.
"So, you're sonicing the cat flap?" she asked, trying to stress the absurdity of the sentence.
"Yep," he said again.
"So, the sonic can sonic everything including a cat flap?" she asked. "And what about the alternative with a less ridiculous name: a dog door? Could it sonic a dog door?"
"Yes, June, it could sonic a dog door," the Doctor said. He sounded ever so slightly annoyed. "It can do anything but wood."
June stopped for a moment, processing the new information. "The sonic screwdriver can sonic everything but wood?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You know screwdrivers are usually used to screw two pieces of wood together, right?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Like putting together shelves and stuff? What's it good for if it doesn't do wood?"
"It's good for everything else!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Are you going to question everything?"
"Yes!" June exclaimed, giggling at his obvious annoyance. "By the way, why doesn't the sonic screwdriver look like a normal screwdriver? And if it doesn't look like a screwdriver and doesn't really do what a normal screwdriver does, then why is it called a sonic screwdriver? Can't you call it a sonic something else and then just say you made it from a screwdriver?"
There was silence. The Doctor sat up right and frowned at her. June watched him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He simply asked, "Are you done?"
June rolled her eyes, smirking and giggling. "You're no fun."
The Doctor rolled his eyes right back at her and turned back to the cat flap again. He pushed the cat flap open, attempting to look inside the flat. "I can't see much," he said.
"Well it's a cat flap," June reminded him. "It's not as big as a dog door."
A moment after the cat flap had clattered shut, it swung out at them. June and the Doctor grew completely silent. The cat flap swung out from the inside again. June and the Doctor exchanged confused looks. As soon as it clicked back into place, the Doctor leapt back up onto his feet. June stood up too, glancing over the Doctor's shoulder at the door. The door to the flat clicked and swung open.
Rose Tyler stood in the doorway. She stared at them, utterly stunned to see the two of them after the events of the night before. June felt a little awkward seeing her. She didn't really think that she would ever see Rose again.
"What're you doing here?" the Doctor asked.
"I live here," Rose replied.
"Well, what do you do that for?" the Doctor asked. June furrowed her eyebrows at the question. It was a ridiculous question.
"Because I do," Rose retorted. The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. "I'm only at home because someone blew up my job."
The screwdriver buzzed. "I must have got the wrong signal," he said. June sighed. How long had they wasted looking for it, then? "You're not plastic, are you?" He knocked on Rose's forehead. June gaped at him, wondering what exactly could possibly be going through his head. "No, bonehead. Bye, then." He took June's hand and stepped forward, but before they could walk away, Rose grabbed his jacket.
"You two. Inside. Right now," she snapped. She pulled the two of them into the flat and slammed the door shut behind them.
"Who is it?" a voice called from a little way down the hall.
Rose stopped in the open doorway of a room. June bit her lip and tapped her fingers against her legs. She hated being in strangers' houses. She glanced up the Doctor and attempted to tell him to get them out of there only with her eyes because it would be awkward if Rose heard her ask. He tried to give her a comforting smile. June sighed.
"It's about last night," Rose told the person in the room. "He's part of the inquiry and June worked in the shop with me. Give us ten minutes." She walked down the hallway and turned through an open doorway.
"She deserves compensation," the voice called. June glanced into the room as she passed. An older blonde woman sat on her bed in a pink robe. Rose's mom, she guessed. Who else could it be? She continued to walk but stopped when she noticed that the Doctor had stopped in the doorway of the room.
"Oh, we're talking millions," he said with a smile.
June couldn't help but worry that Rose was now suspicious of her after the events of the night before. She didn't want to face any awkward small talk or any questions while waiting for the Doctor. So, she leaned against the wall where she thought Rose's mom couldn't see her and waited.
"I'm in my dressing gown," the woman said, her voice now much lighter and happier than before.
"Yes, you are." The Doctor looked around the hallway awkwardly. June had to hold back a laugh.
"There's a strange man in my bedroom," the woman continued.
"Yes, there is," the Doctor said. He immediately looked away, deciding to look at June instead. June had a hand clapped against her mouth, trying to silence her laughter. She could physically feel the awkwardness. It made her uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't happening to her.
"Well, anything could happen," the woman said.
June finally couldn't take the awkward feeling anymore and grabbed the Doctor's arm, pulling him away from the doorway. He said a quick, "No," as he was pulled away.
Once they were out of earshot, June began to laugh. "Oh my god," she managed through laughter. "That was bad. That was so awkward. I could feel it."
"Yeah, it was," the Doctor muttered. He rolled his eyes at June's continuous laughter.
June glanced back at him. "I can't leave you anywhere, can I?" she teased, biting on her tongue through giggles.
"People just love me, what can I say?" he joked.
June laughed. "Says the man who has enemies all across the galaxy." They turned into the living room, both still laughing.
Rose was trying to clean up the living room while they walked in. "Don't mind the mess," she said as she walked across the room. "Do you two want a coffee?"
"Might as well, thanks," the Doctor said. "Just milk."
"Nothing for me," June said.
The Doctor walked across the room, grabbed a magazine from the coffee table, and began to flip through it. June wandered carefully into the room, her hands in her pocket. She watched the Doctor out of the corner of her eye. Rose called to them from the kitchen. "We should go to the police. Seriously. All three of us."
"That won't last," the Doctor commented, scanning the magazine, "he's gay and she's an alien."
"What're you talking about?" June asked as she scooted around the table to look over the Doctor's shoulder at the magazine. She didn't even manage to catch a glance before he threw the magazine back down on the coffee table and picked up a book.
The Doctor flipped through the book as he wandered around the room. "Hmm," he hummed. "Sad ending." He tossed the book back down on the coffee table.
"You didn't just read that book super-fast," June challenged, following him across the room.
"I did," he argued with a smile. He picked up a letter from a small table outside the kitchen. "Rose Tyler," he read.
June leaned on the wall in front of him. "You're full of BS."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Wanna bet?" he asked.
June grinned. "Gladly." The Doctor tossed the letter back down on the table. "I'll give you a book you haven't read before when we get back to the TARDIS," she said. He crossed his arms, smirking at her. "You read it with your super speed or whatever, tell me the ending, and I'll tell you if I got it right."
"What do I get if I do?" he asked.
June bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. She grinned at him. "I won't question anything you do for a week," she said. "No dumb questions, no insulting the sonic, no asking if I can fly the TARDIS."
The Doctor nodded. "Sounds appealing."
"But if you don't," June continued, "you have to take me anywhere I want to go for a week, no matter how ridiculous the request, no matter how boring you think it is."
"Alright. I'm fine with that. But there has to be a few exceptions."
She frowned at him. "What exceptions?"
The Doctor smiled at her. "No Disney parks, past, present, or future and we can't meet Walt Disney."
June groaned. "But why not?" she complained.
"Those trips are for special occasions," he told her. June raised her eyebrows at that. "Your birthday's coming up soon, isn't it?"
June narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Let me think about it."
"You're afraid I'm gonna win," he said. He looked to the side and then turned, looking at his reflection in a small mirror that hung on the wall. "Ah, could've been worse," he muttered. "Look at the ears." He flicked his earlobes.
June had heard the Doctor make comments like that on occasion. It seemed like he was evaluating his face for the first time. She had asked him what was up with the comments and he had just dismissed her question, telling her that it was complicated.
June pushed herself off the wall and walked over to him. She watched him frown at himself and snickered at how critical he was. "I'll accept the exceptions," June decided, "but you have to explain why you keep making weird comments about your face. No dismissing my questions. I can understand it. I'm smart, you know that."
"Do I?" the Doctor asked, glancing over his shoulder and smirking at her.
June rolled her eyes and held her hand out. "Deal?" she asked.
He was quiet for a moment. He looked her up and down and then met her forest-green eyes. He smiled and shook her hand. "Deal," he agreed.
"Anyway, what's wrong with your ears?" she asked as the Doctor turned back to look at his reflection.
"They're a bit big, don't you think?" he asked.
June studied his reflection for a moment. "I think they suit you."
The Doctor almost laughed. He glanced back at her and an amused smile tugged on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" he asked.
She smiled back and shrugged. "Take it any way you like."
He chuckled and picked up a deck of cards. "Luck be a lady," he said. June watched with her hands in her pockets as he tried to shuffle them. The cards shot out of his hands and went flying around the room. The Doctor looked around and frowned. "Maybe not."
June laughed loudly. She clapped a hand over her mouth to make her laughter more muffled. The Doctor frowned at her. She grabbed his arm, tugging on his jacket sleeve, and through giggles and hiccups, she exclaimed, "You can defeat evil aliens and save planets, but you can't shuffle a deck of cards!"
"Like you could do much better," he retorted, frown still on his face.
"I bet I could," she giggled. Honestly, June hadn't shuffled cards in years. "Pick up the cards and I'll show you." She knew that he wasn't going to pick up the cards, so she had an out. He narrowed his eyes at her, but she could still see the amusement in them.
Suddenly, the cat flap rattled. June stopped laughing and she and the Doctor exchanged confused looks. "What's that, then?" the Doctor asked, walking over to the couch and attempting to look behind it. "You got a cat?" he asked Rose.
"No," Rose said.
June wandered over to the Doctor. Then, a plastic arm, the one June recognized from earlier in Henrik's basement, shot out from behind the couch. The plastic hand quickly grabbed the Doctor by the throat. June gasped and darted over to him as he stumbled off the couch, grabbing the arm, attempting to pull it off. June grabbed the arm and pulled as well, trying to help as much as she could.
They both darted around the room. But, no matter how hard they pulled, the arm stayed stuck around the Doctor's neck, slowly strangling him. June was desperate to pull the arm away, yanking on it as hard as she physically could, but it wouldn't budge. The Doctor's face kept getting redder and redder.
The Doctor collapsed into a cream-colored chair, still struggling with the arm. June set one of her feet onto the arm of a chair, tightening her grip on the plastic. She hoped that she would have extra leverage, but still, nothing worked.
Rose walked into the room, three mugs in her hand. "I told Mickey to chuck that out," she said, setting the mugs down on the coffee table. "You're all the same. Give a man a plastic hand. I didn't expect you to play along, June, no offence. Also, I just got you a cup of water." She was silent for a moment, standing to look at the two, shaking her head. "I don't even know your name. Doctor, what was it?"
The arm let go of the Doctor, flying into the air and throwing June onto the floor. Her head smacked against the hardwood, sending a throbbing pain through her skull. June winced, clutching a handful of hair. June wondered if it was possible that she had a concussion but told herself that that was stupid. She hadn't hit the floor that hard. She forced herself to sit up just in time to see the arm grab Rose's face and push her against the wall. The Doctor immediately jumped from the chair and ran to grab it. June groaned and pushed herself off the floor to help, although her head felt dizzy.
June joined the Doctor in his attempt at pulling the arm off Rose. June felt incredibly tired of having to tug on the plastic arm but didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Apparently, their combined strength still wasn't strong enough to get the arm off Rose. It was strong enough to send the three of them falling backwards onto the coffee table. It completely shattered under them. The Doctor and Rose rolled away, but June stayed put. Her head had collided with one of the iron rod legs of the table and a pile of broken glass. She stared up at the ceiling as the pain in her head swelled. She needed some pain killers.
It took a moment, but June finally forced herself to sit up again and was immediately struck with a wave of dizziness. She pushed aside the spinning in her head and looked for the Doctor. He sat right next to her, not even a full foot away, and held the plastic arm. He shoved his sonic screwdriver into the palm of its hand. The hand's flexing fingers stopped flexing and the whole arm was still.
June let out a sigh of relief and even a small giggle, just glad that they didn't have to deal with the plastic arm anymore. She ran a hand through her hair, shaking shards of glass out and onto the floor. She winced when her fingers ran upon a sore spot that felt unnervingly wet. She pulled her hand out of her tangled hair and looked down at it. Her fingers were red with blood.
"It's alright, I've stopped it," the Doctor said. He tossed the plastic arm to Rose. "There you go, you see? Armless."
"Was that a joke?" June asked.
The Doctor turned to her and smiled. "Yeah, it was." He expected her to laugh and shake her head at him, but she remained fixated on her own hand. "You okay?" he asked.
June held her hand up and wiggled her bloodied fingers. "The glass got to my head," she said. She cracked a smile at the sight of her fingers. "I read a scary story about bloody fingers once when I was a kid. It was pretty funny." She experimentally dabbed at the wound on her head and only found it to be even stickier. She winced.
The Doctor pulled a cloth from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Make sure there's no glass and then apply pressure."
June scoffed. "Really living up to your name, aren't you?" She carefully felt the area around the wound to find no glass. She pressed the cloth to the bloodied spot and winced again at the pain. She met eyes with the Doctor. He looked concerned. She gave him a small thumbs up with her free hand.
~*O*~
They raced down the staircase. The Doctor held the plastic arm in one hand and June's free hand in the other. June's other hand still pressed the cloth to the wound on her head. Rose chased after them. "Hold on a minute. You two can't just go swanning off."
"Yes we can," the Doctor retorted. "Here we are. This is us, swanning off. See you."
"But that arm was moving. It tried to kill me."
"Ten out of ten for observation," the Doctor said. June snorted lightly at that.
"You can't just walk away. That's not fair. You've got to tell me what's going on," Rose argued.
"No, I don't."
The Doctor and June pushed through the door, leaving the building of flats. June glanced over her shoulder to still see Rose still chasing after them. "Alright, then. I'll go to the police," Rose threatened as they turned onto a street away from the building. "I'll tell everyone. You said, if I did that, I'd get people killed. So, your choice. Tell me, or I'll start talking."
June and the Doctor frowned at Rose. "Is that supposed to sound tough?" the Doctor asked. June didn't think highly of the threat considering that Rose knew that people would die if she told anyone.
"Sort of," Rose muttered, keeping pace with them as they walked behind the building.
"Doesn't work," the Doctor told her.
"Who are you?" Rose asked again.
"Told you. The Doctor," the Doctor said. "And she's June." He pointed at June with the plastic arm. June glared at the arm. She wanted to push it away but couldn't considering her hands were still full.
"Yeah, I got June," Rose said. June felt awkward at her name being mentioned. She was the outside party of the conversation. It felt a little weird being acknowledged by someone other than the Doctor. "But Doctor what?" Rose asked.
"Just the Doctor."
"That's all you're going to get," June muttered, more to herself than to Rose.
"The Doctor," Rose repeated, gaping at him.
The Doctor waved at her with the plastic arm. "Hello!"
Rose laughed. "Is that supposed to sound impressive?" she asked.
"Sort of," he said.
"It doesn't," June muttered.
The Doctor turned to her and frowned. "You don't have to be rude," he scoffed. June laughed.
Rose hovered closely to the Doctor, still intent on having her questions answered. June frowned. She sort of thought that the girl would've left. Not that June really minded, she was just used to people leaving after confusing conversations with the Doctor. Yet, Rose was still there. "Come on, then," Rose urged. "You can tell me. I've seen enough." June and the Doctor exchanged looks. Neither of them seemed convinced. "Are you two the police?" she asked.
June snickered. Despite how he traveled through time in space in a large blue box that said, 'police,' the Doctor was probably the furthest thing from the police. In fact, she wondered how many laws he could've broken through his travels just without realizing it.
"No, we were just passing through," the Doctor told her as they rounded a corner. "We're a long way from home."
"But what have I done wrong?" Rose asked. "How come those plastic things keep coming after me?"
"Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you!" the Doctor exclaimed, waving the plastic arm about. "You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all."
Rose seemed offended. June frowned at the Doctor for sounding a little too harsh, but he didn't notice her narrow-eyed look. "It tried to kill me," Rose argued.
"It was after me, not you," the Doctor said.
June frowned. "What about me?" she asked.
"It came after you by default. You go everywhere with me," the Doctor told her. "Anyway," he turned back to Rose, "last night, in the shop, I was there, June was supposed to keep everyone out of the basement, but you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, June and I were tracking it down, it was tracking us down. The only reason it fixed on you is 'cos you've met us."
"So, what you're saying is, the entire world revolves around you," Rose summarized.
The Doctor beamed. "Sort of, yeah."
"You're full of it," Rose laughed.
"Sort of, yeah."
June scoffed and laughed. "You have no idea." She met the Doctor's questioning eye. "You're so much more than full of it."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning down at her.
"Oh yeah," she confirmed, nodding. They both grinned and laughed.
"But, all this plastic stuff," Rose continued. "Who else knows about it?"
"No one," the Doctor said.
"What, it's just you two on your own?" Rose asked, glancing between the two of them.
"Well, who else is there?" the Doctor asked. "I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly, while all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on. June's special, that's why she's here, but the rest of you—" he trailed off, having already made his point. June smiled at his compliment and squeezed his hand appreciatively.
Rose frowned and grabbed the plastic arm from the Doctor. "Okay. Start from the beginning."
They walked away from the flats, up a concrete path through a hill of green grass. Rose kept up with the Doctor and June and June had an incredibly odd feeling that she would be seeing the blonde a lot more often. "I mean, if we're going to go with the living plastic, and I don't even believe that, how do you kill it?" Rose asked.
"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm," the Doctor explained. "I cut off the signal, dead."
"So that's radio control?" Rose asked.
"I thought it was called thought control," June said, remembering something that Doctor had mentioned a few days before. "Right?" she glanced up at the Doctor, still a little unsure. It was difficult to listen to him continuously ramble about things she didn't really understand.
"Right." He nodded.
Rose went quiet. June glanced over at her. She stared down at the sidewalk, seemingly attempting to work through it all. "Are you alright?" the Doctor asked.
"Yeah," she muttered. She hesitated for another moment. "So, who's controlling it, then?"
June looked up at the Doctor, raising an eyebrow. He had said Nestene Consciousness, but never actually explained what it was. "Long story," he said. June shook her head. She should've expected the not-answer.
"But what's it all for?" Rose asked. "I mean, shop window dummies, what's that about? Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?" The Doctor and Rose both laughed at the question. June stayed quiet and looked between the two of them for a moment. She looked back at the sidewalk moving underneath them. She wasn't exactly sure what was funny.
"No," the Doctor said as they continued to laugh.
"No," Rose agreed.
"It's not a price war," the Doctor said. They both laughed some more. June could feel a small pit of dread in her stomach. June didn't like not getting things. She didn't like feeling so far on the outside. It was horribly isolating. She awkwardly glanced at the cloth she had been holding to her head. A corner of it was covered in her blood. She pressed a clean spot back on the wound.
"They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you," the Doctor deadpanned. The laughing stopped.
"Great job on the delivery there, Doctor," June snickered. "Not blunt at all."
He bumped into her playfully, getting her to look at him. "Sarcasm?" he asked. "At a time like this?" He wore a smirk. June shrugged, smiling again. The Doctor looked back at Rose. "Do you believe me?"
Rose gaped at him. "No," she said.
"But you're still listening," he told her.
June smiled when she saw the TARDIS waiting across the street for them. Rose stopped walking, watching them go from a spot on the sidewalk. "Really, though, Doctor," she called after them. "Tell me, who are you?"
The Doctor looked back at the girl and smiled faintly. June glanced back at the TARDIS, wanting to go to it. "Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving?" the Doctor asked her. Rose continued to gape at him. The Doctor dropped June's hand and wandered over to Rose. "It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning, and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still." He went quiet. June frowned. "I can feel it," he said. He took Rose's hand.
June was sure he continued on about how he could feel the world revolving, but that's when June turned and walked towards the TARDIS. She took the cloth from her head and looked at it as she crossed the street. No new bloodstains were on it. She pulled the TARDIS key out her pocket. She plugged it into the keyhole, stuffing the cloth into her free pocket. She glanced back at the Doctor and Rose for a moment, who still seemed to be talking. June looked away and pushed inside of the box.
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~ C.C.