Chapter 5
A.N.:Really sorry that this is a little late. Anyway, feels-y, sad stuff in the next few chapters. You have been warned. Enjoy!
You are, as usual, the last one to leave the office. You found a good paying job about a year ago, or two years after you lost your spouse. You're so tired that you almost walk right into the TARDIS. It takes you a second, but your mind eventually places the device.
Feeling like a little kid again, you hesitantly hold a hand up to the golden door handle. You immediately pull back as the door opens, revealing the man who'd previously been scrambling around the console like the mad man he was.
"Hello again," he said, just like he always does. "Come with me?"
"I can't this time," you say. "I promised the kids I'd be there for dinner tonight. I also told Dean I'd start showing him how to drive. He's sixteen now," you remind him. He looks at you as if he thinks you're joking.
"Oh, come on. Just one trip, be back before seven!"
"Sorry, no can do," you insist. "Surely, you must have some other friends to travel with." Sadness flashes behind his eyes and you instantly know you've hit a raw nerve. But for some reason, you don't feel sorry.
"Please?" he pleads one last time.
"No. Some other time, but not right now." With this, you march defiantly away, leaving a melancholy alien behind you.
A.N.: The next chapter will be even worse, I promise. Sorry if I'm not making you cry that much. I'm not very good with emotions. If you liked this, or hated it, please leave me a review. Thank you for your time and GOD BLESS!