It was a nice day on Wednesday the next day. The sky wasn't as blue as Morgan maybe wished it to be but it wasn't raining either so that was a plus. Morgan was leaning against the brick wall of the school, phone in hand. Morgan clicked on something in her game then let out a frustrated sigh letting her head fall back to rest against the wall. Honestly why was terraforming Mars in a game so hard! Probably because she kept forgetting to play the game on some days and accidentally added way too much oxygen. No, bad brain, stop being logical! Oh well, she could fix it tomorrow. Morgan decided instead to scroll through Instagram, somehow finding herself searching for the Official Doctor Who account even though it obviously didn't exist anymore.
Morgan sighed and closed her phone, shoving it in the front pocket of her bag. Courtney slipped in beside her, leaning against the wall beside the front doors. She poked Morgan in the side when Morgan didn't say anything to her, gesturing to Clara and Danny's approaching figures. Didn't she get the memo already? Morgan hadn't been talking to her because she didn't have the energy to think about the stupid ship today!
"Hello Courtney," Morgan said. Hopefully, she would get the telepathic hint and leave Morgan alone. Alas, she did not.
"Ozzie loves the squaddie…" Courtney leaned in and whispered into Morgan's ear. Morgan swatted her away and gave her a glare.
"Courtney shut up, I'm busy!" Morgan hissed, gluing her eyes to Clara and Danny as they neared the school. Today was Wednesday. And this was the last Wednesday that Morgan was going to spend hiding and moping and following Clara around. This was the day that Morgan would meet the Doctor. For real this time.
"How're you busy? What are you doing, staring into space?" Courtney asked skeptically, rolling her eyes as she said space. Morgan gave her a huff, deciding to humour her. Fine, if Courtney was going to continue talking to her, then she asked for it.
"It's actually really time-consuming staring into space y'know, you should try it sometime."Morgan said, "Better than randomly shipping teachers…" Morgan added at the end. Courtney shoved her at that last comment but then immediately righted herself as Danny and Clara came into view. She plastered on a fake smile and directed it at the teachers.
"Morning, Mister Pink!" Courtney called over to Danny. Danny turned from where he was walking to give Courtney a polite acknowledging nod. There Courtney went again, Morgan rolled her eyes. If she wanted to properly ship them she needed to do it the right way. Like, for one, actually tell them that 'Ozzie' was short for Oswald and 'squaddie' was Danny. To be fair though, it was really obvious. It was a wonder Danny and Clara hadn't figured it out already themselves.
"Mornin', Courtney," Danny started, his voice turning almost sour. "Morgan," Morgan gave him an acknowledging nod and wave as he continued, "Your dad drive you to school today?" Danny asked. Morgan nodded.
"Yeah, but he won't be able to pick me up so…" Morgan trailed off as she didn't really need to explain much further. Danny nodded then turned to face where Clara was coming up as well.
"Good Morning Miss Oswald!" Danny waved to Clara giving her a small smile. Clara beamed back at him, returning the wave as she walked up to the door.
"Morning, Mister Pink!" Clara said and they both disappeared through the doors to the entrance. Wait, she needed to ask Clara to clarify something about one of the questions last night didn't she! Morgan jumped up to go inside, speeding to the door as Courtney and a bunch of other girls started giggling, probably at Danny and Clara or something. Morgan peeked her head through the door, scanning the hallways until she'd spotted where Danny and Clara had gone down the hallway to her left. Morgan made a beeline towards their retreating figures, panting as she ran. When she'd finally caught up, Morgan tapped Clara a little on her shoulder as a warning that she was about to speak.
"Excuse me, Miss Oswald?" Morgan asked, standing on her tiptoes to try to get a little higher. Clara turned around suddenly at the sound of Morgan's voice, startled for a second before quickly changing her expression to a smile.
"Morgan! What did you want to ask?" Clara asked slowing down a bit so they could talk properly.
"Just wanted to clarify that question 4 was a typo and-" Morgan started as Clara interrupted.
"Yeah yeah, don't worry Morgan, we'll get it all sorted out later," Clara smiled, and a wave of relief washed over Morgan. Ok good, so she no longer had that question to worry about. One thing less on her 'to worry about' list.
"Wait Morgan," Danny called as Morgan was about to go to her locker," Morgan turned around to face him.
"Yeah?"
"The other girls do you know if they know about you know…" Danny trailed off making a few weird gestures. Morgan raised an eyebrow at that. Did he mean his and Clara's relationship? Oh, well she wasn't 100% sure but pretty darn sure that they knew that Danny and Clara were dating. They weren't exactly good at hiding it. Well, at least not from perceptive people.
"I don't know… I'll have to check in with- yes Mr. Pink, they know! It's pretty obvious, you both need to get better at hiding things," Morgan added the last thing offhandedly at the end and Clara froze. Clara was definitely thinking about something completely different at that statement. Something old. Something new. Something Borrowed. Something Blue. Maybe Morgan could use this to her advantage if-
"What do you mean?" Clara asked quickly, a hint of panic slipping into her tone. Morgan just shook her head and smiled. "Morgan what do you mean!" Morgan simply smirked at that just ignoring Clara's questions.
"See you in class Miss. Oswald!" Morgan called to Clara behind her as she continued down the hallway. Completely avoiding the question. Was she being too mean? Nah, Clara would probably forget about it later in the day anyway.
"Morgan!" Clara called one last time but Morgan was already too far away. Besides, she was already at her locker. If Clara was really that insistent to talk, she could talk to Morgan when Morgan had her English class. Morgan shoved her bag into her locker and got out her stuff for English and science, pausing to check her phone for any messages from her dad as she locked it again. Once the lock clicked into place, Morgan opened her game and played it for a few more minutes before she gave up again. She should probably be heading to class anyway. There, now she could start heading to class. Because that was what Morgan was doing, heading to class.
Ok, maybe that had been a lie. But she'd get to class eventually. Besides, it would be weird to arrive at class too early. Morgan sighed and started off in a random direction, weaving her way around the crowd. After wondering for at least 10 minutes Morgan turned a corner into another hallway. She should probably be getting to class eventually. Clara probably wouldn't appreciate it if Morgan were to be late-
Morgan yelped, having almost run into someone but stopped herself at the last second. Her heart pounded in her ears for a minute as she wobbled. Morgan stumbled, almost falling into them but they grabbed her by the shoulders and she finally gained her balance again. Morgan let out a sigh of relief. Ok, she should definitely be getting back to class before she zoned out so much that she accidentally ran into a wall. Oh, wait… The poor person in front of her! She needed to apologize!
"Oh, I'm so sorry for walking into you! I was just walking but I'm not sure if y mind was on earth or something I don't know I really should have been paying more- attention…." Morgan trailed off, finally meeting the gaze of the person that she had walked into. Her mouth froze mid-sentence and she sputtered a bit, apparently having lost her ability to form words.
"It's ok, I'm the new caretaker, it's my duty to take care! Making sure random students don't walk into walls is part of the job description!" the Doctor grinned, then added offhandedly, "Well, it is now apparently." the Doctor trailed off flicking some speck of dust off of his brown 'disguise' coat. Morgan swallowed and stood straighter, finally regaining the ability to speak. Morgan cleared her throat before she began her reply.
"My name's Morgan," Morgan shot her hand out and blurted before she could second guess herself. There. This was her chance. This was actually happening. This wasn't some sort of dream or hallucination- Morgan paused her train of thought as the Doctor seemed to start measuring something, putting his hand to the top of her head and...
"I thought that other teacher… Clara was short but you beat even her. Has this school developed some sort of fault or something-" The Doctor started but Morgan cut him off. Why did he always have to go on about her height? She wasn't that short! And neither was Clara! The Doctor just happened to be really tall and everyone else just looked short in comparison. Well, at least that's what she told herself- No annoying part of the brain you were not given permission to speak!
"It's to be more steady, the shorter you are, the lower your center of gravity." That seemed like logical reasoning right. Yes, it was, Morgan nodded at that. And it was the perfect diversion to get around the topic. And avoid it. "Now, anyway, I've got to get to class Mr. Caretaker, have a nice day," Morgan waved at the doctor as she left and he turned to go back to whatever work he had to do. Have a nice day. Really Morgan?
It was a few more minutes later when the Doctor had finally disappeared completely from Morgan's view. Morgan was now visibly shaking and no matter how much she tried to stop it she couldn't. Taking deep breaths in and out Morgan made her way slowly towards her English classroom. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Morgan tried to ground herself by grasping the wall with her clammy fingers stumbling towards her class. She was fine. Everything was fine. She didn't have time for this. She needed to get her stupid act together and get to English class. And then, there she would figure out what to do next.
The sky was getting slightly cloudier. But the clouds were hanging over the sky in that way they did where they made you think it was going to rain, but really it wasn't. So it probably wasn't going to rain. Morgan traced the edge of the tree's branches with her finger through, the background noise of the class reading Pride and Prejudice fading t the back of her mind Morgan probably should have been paying attention but it was a little hard when she couldn't really concentrate on anything. How on earth was she supposed to pay attention in English class when the reminder that she may very well soon see the Doctor again kept her thoughts racing?
He was the Doctor! With the TARDIS! All of time and space that could all be at her disposal. Her English class, in comparison, seemed so… insignificant. One class on some small planet in the whole wide universe. The consequences of missing, what? One English class? That compared to travelling in all of space and time! It was immeasurable, the pros outweighed the cons so much that the cons were no longer even visible! The cons had left earth altogether and had been smushed and pushed into another universe! And this was definitely not just Morgan's excuse to not pay attention in English class. Morgan usually enjoyed English class, a lot actually! But then her mind would wander. Imagine her, meeting some famous scientist in the past. Like Einstein! Or Marie Curie!
Morgan probably would've continued being zoned out for the whole class were it not for Clara marching towards Morgan's spot. Morgan sat up straight and smiled at Clara, making sure to make eye contact. Clara gave a small smile back before immediately returning to a scowl.
"You all right, Miss Oswald?" Random classmate whom Morgan had forgotten the name of number 1 asked. Clara gave him her practiced and painfully forced smile as she gave her reply.
"Yes, Kelvin, I'm fine. You carry on." Clara lied. Morgan almost snorted at that 'I'm fine'. Yeah, and Morgan was the Queen of England. Kelvin. Oh yes, that was his name, wasn't it? Morgan stored that information for later. Kelvin… Wasn't that a unit of measurement? Like 0 Kelvin was absolute 0 or something. And -273.15 degrees Celcius was the equivalent? And yes Morgan had memorized that. Morgan had a lot of free time to learn random useless facts.
Kelvin then continued his reading of Pride and Prejudice as Clara got closer to where Morgan was seated, right up until she was standing a mere half-metre away. Clara climbed onto a chair and Morgan watched carefully as the conversation played out.
"Can I help you, Mister Smith?" Clara asked. Although it was worded much more as a rhetorical question. Wrong.
"Wrong!" the Doctor declared, not giving any further information. Ah yes, there the Doctor went again with his helpful commentary and unwarranted remarks. Hmmm, doesn't that sound familiar? Isn't there a certain girl that does just tha-
"I'm sorry?" Clara said, the rage boiling up just beneath the surface. And though she said 'I'm sorry' the way she said it was much more like 'Excuse me?'.
"On the board. Wrong. Wrong!" the Doctor said again. Morgan rolled her eyes at that. Did it really matter when exactly it was? This was an English class, not history! What were they going to do next, argue the exact minute of publishing?
"Oh, no, no, no, no. You don't do this. You are the caretaker, this is not what you do." Clara was almost fuming now and her expression was screaming 'get out now before I murder you'. Morgan couldn't exactly blame her.
"Just taking care." the Doctor smiled as if this somehow excused everything.
"Not your area!" Clara bit back. Morgan sighed and face-palmed as they continued. This may have been a funny scene on the show (that Morgan had admittedly rewatched on way too many of those best of Doctor Who videos), but in real life, it was just frustrating.
"Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in 1796." the Doctor said. Oh yeah, and it was soooo important exactly when it was written for their understanding of the English class!
"This is Mister Smith, the temporary caretaker, and he's a bit confused," Clara said. Wasn't that the understatement of the century. Clara's eyes though, said that this was the Doctor's cue to make an exit. The Doctor, however, did not take the hint
"Not in 1797, because she didn't have the time. She was so busy doing all-" the Doctor was abruptly cut off as Clara started her rant.
"Oh, What? I suppose she was your bezzie mate, was she? And you went on holidays together and then you got kidnapped by Boggons from space and then you all formed a band and met Buddy Holly." Clara finished her rant, now completely fuming and Morgan almost burst out laughing. Except that she held herself back at the last second, and ended up with some strange choked giggles instead.
"No, I read the book. There's a bio at the back." the Doctor continued, his face growing smugger by the second. Ok, that was enough, Morgan had had enough. The student sin Clara's class already gave her enough of a hard time, she didn't need the Doctor humiliating her as well.
"Excuse me, Miss Oswald?" Morgan asked. Although it wasn't really meant as a question. Morgan was going to speak no matter what.
"Yes, Morgan?" Clara turned her exasperated expression to Morgan.
"I just wanted to say that since this is English class, a one year difference wouldn't really make much of a difference to our understanding of the book," Morgan turned her gaze to the Doctor, signalling that the next part of her statement was for him, "Therefore rendering your argument obsolete," Morgan concluded. There, see? End of discussion. There was a beat of silence in the room as Clara grew her own smug expression and the Doctor looked positively completely offended at that. Well, that's what he got for making fun of her height earlier. Then the class burst out into a fit of giggles and Clara finally convinced the Doctor to let it go.
The bell then decided to ring at that moment, and a collective wave of relief rippled through the classroom. Clara hopped down from the chair and hurried to the exit of the class. Morgan started packing up as the Kelvin guy decided to ask for homework or something. Ok, that was annoying. Why was he asking for homework? No, you do not ask for homework! You get the teacher distracted and hope that they forget what the word 'homework' even means! That was the correct way to go about it!
Ok so now, Morgan needed to somehow find a way to get to the courtyard before science class. Easy right? Maybe. Yes? No? Danny, he was going to be there right? She needed to invent a reason to have to talk to him… What would that be… Math homework! Yes! She would have to ask him some random math homework question! Uh…. What was a generally hard concept to understand… Hmmm, Exponential equations! That was hardish, right? Yes, that's what she would ask, perfect idea! 10 out of 10. Ok, maybe not completely solid, but at least it would give her a reasonable enough excuse to talk to him!
Morgan sped to the exit of the class and started weaving through the crowded hallway. She ducked under some arms and squeezed around and was getting closer to the door. There was a slight breeze coming from the opened doors leading out into the school courtyard. Or the playground. Or whatever it was, the grassy area where the Doctor and Clara would be. And Danny. There, that's what Morgan was naming it now. New name, no arguing with Morgan.
Morgan hugged herself tighter as another burst of wind came through the open doors shuffling over to the courtyard. Once she was finally outside, Morgan increased her pace into more of a run. Well, half run. Somewhere between speed-walk and run. Morgan made her way hurriedly to where the Doctor and Danny were sitting by the box of open wires. It probably had a name, Morgan was too lazy to think of a name for it at that moment. Besides, she had more important things to deal with at that moment.
Morgan took in a deep breath and put on a smile as she approached the Doctor and Danny. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Clara watering some plants trying to get closer to hear the conversation. Morgan probably shouldn't judge Clara at that. Morgan was basically doing the exact same thing at that moment. Minus the watering can.
"I'm sure I won't need you, Sergeant. Fully qualified." The Doctor said condescendingly. And then proceeded to randomly stab his non-sonic screwdriver into the wires causing sparks to fly. Everyone, including Morgan, flinched. "You best get back to your PE class." the Doctor said again and Morgan gave a huff of annoyance. Ok, this was where she would intervene. Enough was enough, the Doctor may not like soldiers but he could at least be less annoying about it.
"Maths class" Morgan called, correcting the Doctor from where she now stood beside Danny. The Doctor paused, eyeing her warily for a moment before starting again.
"What, in emergencies?" the Doctor asked, saying it as if that was the only possible explanation.
"No. I'm a maths teacher," Danny said as if maybe the Doctor had misheard. He hadn't misheard, he was just being a jerk about it.
"Yeah, he's a maths teacher" the other teacher with the bow-tie repeated. Something broke off in the distance. Morgan winced as the Bowtie teacher hurried off in the direction of the sound. She turned her attention back to the Doctor and Danny's conversation as they began to speak again.
"How does that work? What if the kids have questions?" the Doctor asked again. Then they asked the stupid questions! It wasn't that hard to understand!
"Speaking of questions!" Morgan interrupted, raising her voice so the two couldn't interrupt her. "I was wondering if you could help me with some exponential equations later, Mister Pink," Morgan asked, putting on her small sweet confused student smile.
"Yeah, no problem Morgan!" Danny said, he turned to face the Doctor again, "See, I answer them. I'm a maths teacher." Yes, maths teacher. Now the Doctor better drop this unless he wanted Morgan to slap him or go insane. Or both. Or murder him or something. Or throttle him. Or throw a chai-
"But he said you were a soldier." the Doctor said, gesturing to where the bowtie teacher had disappeared off to. Morgan facepalmed, hard, not even bothering to hold it back. God, she could just strangle the idiot right then and there! What was so hard to understand!
"Yeah, and now he's a maths teacher! Oh my god! It's almost as if people can change their jobs! What a revolutionary concept!" Morgan cried, the sarcasm dripping from her words. Danny winced a little at Morgan's loud tone and the Doctor just stared at her with his eyebrows furrowed. If she continued like this, the Doctor would probably hate her soon. Oh well, it wasn't as if Morgan was going to take that into consideration, now was she? She may have not cared much for Danny in the show, but he was her dad's friend and by extension, her friend. And anyone who insulted Morgan's friend had a death wish. Well, at least, that's how Morgan saw it.
"But what about all the PE?" the Doctor asked again as if he could just not wrap his mind around the concept.
"I don't teach PE. I'm not a PE teacher." Danny tried again as if his words would actually get through the Doctor's thick skull. They wouldn't. In one stupid ear and out the other.
"Sorry, that seems very unlikely." the Doctor said again and by that point, Morgan was fuming. Honestly, the idio- Morgan took a deep breath in to at least be somewhat composed.
"Unlikely, maybe, but unlikely isn't impossible." Morgan spat, marching closer to the Doctor. "If it's too difficult for you to understand, you could try-'' Danny cut Morgan off and Morgan swung her glare over to him. Danny shrunk back a tiny bit before regaining his own composure.
"Morgan…" Danny warned. Oh well. Warnings were only suggestions anyway.
"Er, excuse me. Mister Pink," Clara piped up from behind Morgan. "I think class 9M4 are waiting." Clara continued in, biting her lip a little. Morgan deflated a bit. Ok, maybe Morgan was being a bit unreasonably angry, but still. And she'd probably also just ruined any and all chances she had of ever travelling with the Doctor.
"Yes, you better run along, Sergeant. That ball isn't going to kick itself, is it?" the Doctor continued in his pointless annoying… Ok, Morgan took that back. Definitely still angry.
"Well at least Mister Pink isn't an idiotic moro-" Morgan paused as Clara gave her her teacher glare. Oops, ok maybe Morgan had gone a little far.
"Morgan, aren't you supposed to be getting to science class?" Claar asked, giving Morgan her 'get your butt over to science class look'. Morgan raised her chin. Ok, fine she would go to science class, but not before getting the last word in.
"But Miss Oswald, how could I go to science class if I used to be in English class! It doesn't make sense!" Morgan mocked, her voice raised in a terrible imitation of the Doctor's Scottish accent. The Doctor sent her a death glare at that moment, looking as if he were about to throttle her. The oncoming storm was lurking around the corner and Morgan flinched a little, leaning back involuntarily.
"Morgan.." Clara warned in a low voice, gritting her teeth. Morgan sighed and tried to give Clara an apologetic look but Clara just glared back at her. Ok great, now everyone was angry at Morgan. But it had been worth it at least if only to defend Danny. And maybe she had just ruined her chances of travelling in all of space and time. Her gut clenched at the thought but Morgan pushed it away. No, because friends were more important than missing an opportunity. And people couldn't just go around insulting them, not even the Doctor. Especially not the Doctor.
Ok, so maybe arguing for that long hadn't been Morgan's brightest idea. Well, anyone with half a brain could have told her that. So, arriving slightly late to science class with no textbook, let's just say the teacher wasn't exactly... pleased. Thankfully though, Morgan only got let off with a warning. And well, she had to go get a new textbook from the storeroom. And just as she had started walking out of the classroom to the storeroom, the teacher popped their head out of the classroom again.
"Morgan!" Morgan spun around to face her teacher and nodded for them to continue.
"Courtney made a mess again," what? How? It had been what? 5 minutes. Morgan let out an exasperated sigh, "And well she'll be coming with you to get some towels from the storeroom!" Morgan's eyes widened as the pieces finally clicked together. Courtney, storeroom, towels. Her favourite scene of all time. Ok, that was an over-exaggeration, the 'I am an idiot' scene surpassed this one. But it was definitely one of her favourites. Oh god. And the Doctor would be there too. And Morgan somehow had to fix the complete mess she had made earlier.
Morgan fidgeted with the collar of her shirt for a good while as they got nearer and nearer. Ok, she needed to be less abrasive, less argumentative and well, not call the Doctor an idiotic moron probably. Maybe just an idiot this time. Or strongly imply. Morgan furrowed her eyebrows as she continued this train of thought, glaring into space. Like staring into space, but angrier. Courtney gave her a confused stare at this but Morgan just brushed it off. She didn't have time to deal with Courtney right now.
Finally, they had reached the room and Morgan just couldn't help the wide smile that graced her face. This was it. The real go away humans sign. Not a show, not some pixels on a tv. Morgan almost reached out to touch it before she was immediately interrupted by Courtney shaving her way past her. Morgan stumbled and shot Courtney a glare. Courtney just rolled her eyes and continued past the door. Morgan froze and squinted at the green light emanating from the TARDIS.
"Hello? Oi. What are you doing? Are you in there?"Courtney called from beside Morgan. Morgan sighed, gesturing to the green glow.
"Obviously, what do you think, the box is glowing of its own accord?" Morgan deadpanned. Courtney shot her a glare at that
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most dangerous of them all?" the Doctor said from inside the TARDIS. Morgan huffed peeking her own head past the door too. The green light went out suddenly. Almost time.
"There's been a spillage in Science, I need some paper towels." Courtney piped up. Morgan sighed, getting a bit frustrated with the Doctor's slow timing.
"Today, preferably," Morgan added, and Courtney elbowed Morgan at that, Morgan returning the gesture. The Doctor suddenly burst out of the TARDIS and started scowling. He marched up to where both girls were standing, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Can't you read?" The Doctor scowled. Yeah, of course, they could read, they just chose to ignore the sign.
"Course I can read. Read what?" Courtney shot back and Morgan shrank back into the background. She couldn't ruin this scene, it was just... Too perfect. Besides she was tired, it wouldn't be too bad to waste some science class anyway, would it?
"The door." he clarified, "It says, Keep Out." No, it didn't, but that was Courtney's line.
"No, it says, Go Away Humans." Courtney rebutted while Morgan mouthed the words along with her. Honestly, this was just pure gold. And it was real, not just a tv show. That was just so- The Doctor snatched the sign from the wall, turning it around so he could read it.
"Oh, so it does. " the Doctor deflated, his eyebrows getting slightly less angry, "Never lose your temper in the middle of a door sign." Or alternatively when you're meeting one of your biggest role models. And then somehow end up insulting them. Maybe this would go as it was supposed to and he wouldn't notice her? Except that she did still need her science textbook…
"What were you doing in there? What's that box?" That was the question, wasn't it? Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. TARDIS for short.
"The caretaker's box. Every caretaker has their own box." the Doctor tried. No, unfortunately, caretakers did not normally have TARDISes lying around their office.
"It says Police." Yes, it did, good job Courtney!
"Exactly, there's a policeman in there, in case of emergencies and children." The Doctor said. Morgan snorted at that. It was just kind of funny that emergencies and children were grouped together in the same category. The Doctor's gaze flitted to her for a moment and Morgan froze as they made eye contact again. A wave of recognition passed over him and he scowled. Great, the Doctor hated her. Wasn't that just wonderful? "Towels, there, g-g-go." the Doctor shoved some towels into Courtney's hands.
"What was that green glow? There was a green glow coming from in there. What was it?" Courtney tried again. All valid questions, none of them going to be answered by the Doctor.
"Of course there was." The Doctor cried, oh yes, of course, there was! "What's a policeman without a death ray?" Morgan couldn't help but snorting again at that one but earned herself a glare from the Doctor. Morgan just glared back but flinched as the school bell rang loudly. God, why did they have to make it so sudden? Why wasn't there like a soft transition or something?
"Oh, listen, there's the bell." the Doctor remarked, "Off you go. Haven't you got shoplifting to go to?" Morgan raised an eyebrow at that. Really, shoplifting? What was it with the Doctor and stereotyping today? Morgan sighed, zoning out for a few minutes as the Doctor and Courtney continued to argue only to come back to earth for the iconic part.
"Everything. Human beings have incredibly short life spans. Frankly, you should all be in a permanent state of panic. Tick tock, tick tock." the Doctor said. Morgan snorted again. Really Doctor?
"Aren't you cheery…" Morgan muttered under her breath. The Doctor ignored this remark, instead deciding to return his attention to Courtney.
"You're weird." Courtney sneered at the Doctor. Stating the obvious much? Also, there wasn't anything wrong with being weird! Weird was good! Morgan was definitely not biased in that opinion.
"Yes, I am. What about you?" the Doctor admitted. Was that self-awareness Morgan just heard? Were her ears deceiving her? Wow, who would've thought?
"I'm a disruptive influence," Courtney smirked proudly. Wasn't that the understatement of the century?
"Good to meet you."
"And you." Courtney returned, shaking the Doctor's hand. He smiled smugly as he gave his next statement.
"Now get lost." the Doctor said and Morgan smiled a bit at that. She couldn't help it, it was kind of hilarious. Courtney shot her another glare at that as she sauntered off. Morgan sighed gesturing with her chin for Courtney to go off without her. She turned to face the Doctor, arms crossed.
"I need a grade 10 science textbook," Morgan said. The Doctor just stared at her blankly for a while as the gears in his brain started turning before speaking.
"Why don't you get it yourself? I thought I was too much of an 'idiotic moron'-" the Doctor started but Morgan cut him off.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I didn't mean it... Well, not really." Morgan paused for a second before continuing, "Now that my head is clear, you don't seem to be that much of an idiot," Morgan said, trying to lighten the mood a bit with a joke.
"So you wanted a textbook?" the Doctor asked and Morgan paused momentarily. Uh, oh yeah, that's what she had been here for wasn't it? Morgan nodded to the Doctor and he fumbled around for a key. It was a few more minutes of him fumbling around the closet searching for the right textbook. Morgan stood there awkwardly, practicing her smile and making some weird expressions in between.
"So uh, why exactly is there a Police Box in here? Like, the actual reason." Morgan asked. Ok, maybe that was a little too direct but, as the Doctor said, it might work one day! The Doctor paused and turned his gaze back to her, as he placed the textbook in her hands. Morgan took it and narrowed her eyes, hoping if she stared enough he would tell her why the box was there. Well, she did already know, but the Doctor didn't know that.
"So," the Doctor said instead, catching Morgan a little off guard, "what's your name again? I think you told me earlier, but I must have deleted it," Ah, of course, he had. Typical Doctor. Morgan rolled her eyes and put out her hand for him to shake for a second time.
"Morgan, Morgan Flores," Morgan clarified just in case the Doctor somehow mixed her up with another Morgan. Not that he knew many Morgans. Did he?
"The Doctor," the Doctor said shaking her hand. Morgan begrudgingly held in her involuntary Doctor Who. But then she decided against it turning around right as she was back at the door.
"Doctor Who?" Morgan smirked and the Doctor grinned. One of the two things guaranteed to bring a smile to the Doctor's face. 'Doctor Who' and 'It's bigger on the inside'.
"That's the question isn't it?" Indeed it was.