AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will update every week on Thursday. This is part 2 for chapter one. Hope that isn't confusing. I probably should have said this in the last update. Anyway enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

CHAPTER 1: PART 2

The Doctor hopped down the TARDISs' steps. He walked under his beautiful ships rotor and sat on his hammock. Everything was going fine today so far. No black holes threatening to destroy earth. No paradoxes that could end all life. Amy and Rory had gotten home safely after spending their honeymoon on a ship about to die. Yep, everything was going just fine. Now he was bored.

The Doctor walked up the steps again and trotted his way over to the TARDISs' screen. No signal of anything bad. 'What to do. What to do', he thought to himself. He walked over to his chair and sat, a bored expression starting to emerge from his face. Maybe he could go back and check on Rory and Amy! 'No you just saw them. Let them have some time alone.' Or maybe he could visit River! 'No you just saw her too.' God why did everything have to be this dull.

Time passed slowly as the Doctor thought of what he might be interested in accomplishing. Nothing came to mind. He could feel himself getting more and more anxious. His body couldn't take laying around anymore. Even if it had only been five minutes. The Doctor decided that he would just add some more complex systems to his TARDIS until something exciting happened. He grabbed some tools from his closet and made his way back to the rotor. He was getting set to add another security level to the TARDIS when he suddenly felt and odd type feeling coming from his jacket pocket.

He reached into his tweed jacket and pulled out his physic paper. He then proceeded to open it and saw coordinates nicely typed on the page. 'Finally something interesting!' The Doctor put down his tools and started pushing buttons, pulling levers, and typing in coordinates for an unknown destination. He couldn't help but allow a wide grin to overtake his face. While the TARDIS jolted and jerked, the Doctor felt his adrenaline rise.

"GERONIMOOOOO!"

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Taylor opened the door to his house. He started to make his way upstairs to his room. His mother walked through the door and took a seat on the couch.

"Taylor." His mother called out. "We need to talk. I know you don't want tot but it's necessary you know what I have to say."

Taylor sluggishly walked down the steps and waited for his mother to speak. Instead of talking she gestured for him to come sit next to her. He hesitated but then started to make his way towards her. He took a seat on the plushy couch.

" Listen I know it's hard….for them to make you seem so…weird and awkward but I want you to know, from the depths of my heart, that I see you the same way you were when you were younger. You will always be my son. My brilliant little man who is smarter than those who chose to not take you for who you are. I will always love you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that whatever they say doesn't change my view of you." His mother pulled him close and hugged him tight.

Taylor didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. Well…he did figure he was glad his mother didn't think he was a nitwit. He was also glad that whatever happened to him wouldn't change the love of his mother. It made him want to embrace the moment. He hugged her tighter and he felt a small tear fall from his face.

Through the oncoming tears Taylor managed to say "Thanks mum." She gripped his shoulders tightly making him want to cry even more. Taylor wasn't the usual one to get sad and teary eyed over those three words but this time was different. Taylor used every ounce of his body to hold back the tears. He didn't know why he wanted to cry so much. He never usually did. Maybe that's what was wrong. Maybe he just needed to cry every once in a while.

His mother then let him go and he got up from the couch and started to walk upstairs to his room. He fought back tears of happiness and opened his bedroom door. He was about to go in but something made him look back. He looked to the couch where his mother was sitting. She looked up at him and smiled. He had a strange feeling in his heart. Pain. Pain as he looked at his mother. As if this would be the last moment they spent together. 'Stupid feeling.' He thought as he walked in his room and closed the door.

Taylor had just sat at the edge of hi bed when he heard the door open. 'Great…dad's home. Now what am I going to do?' Instead of going downstairs, Taylor decided to push his ear against the door.

He heard his father speak first.

"So, I got a phone call from Taylor's principle. Care to explain to me why?"

His father must have been cross. His mother spoke next.

"The teacher's think there is something wrong with him. I just think he's going through a phase."

His father looked at her with piercing eyes.

"Or maybe's he's just dull."

"GEORGE HE'S YOUR OWN SON."

"That doesn't give him an excuse to act the way he does. If he's ever going to get a good education he needs to start acting smart."

"Now you know as well as anyone how smart he is."

"Well he's obviously not since he's in this situation."

Taylor lifted his head off the door. He couldn't take hearing his father turn on him. All this time he thought he had his father's trust. He was only a disappointment. With a shocked and pained expression on his face, Taylor grabbed his jacket, opened his window, and climbed onto the roof. He often went there for thinking. This was definitely a situation he needed to think about. A soft breeze brushed his face. It was cold. Taylor zipped up his jacket and sat in his corner of the roof. It blocked any sun that might have been shining that day.

Time passed as Taylor lay in his corner pondering over whether he should go back inside or wait until they noticed he was gone. If they ever did. The sun had started to go down. Taylor guessed he had been on the roof little over two hours. Darkness came shortly. The temperature was dropping. Taylor closed his eyes. There was a sudden bright light that lit up the night sky. Taylor opened his eyes to find a blue box flying straight towards his house.

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