Chapter Two: What's up?
Walking up the stairs holding his hand, I realised just how sweating and clammy it had become. Looking into his eyes I saw just how nervous he'd become. The man who stood up to 16 ft aliens and told them where to get off to (it varied, their planet, a deep black pit in outer space or the top of a tree - a very high tree), was scared of my mother. He raised one shaky hand and knocked on my mother's door. No one breathed. Everything became quiet, as if the very turning of the earth depended on what came next.
What did come next was this: my mother opened the door and let us in. Gave both of us a cup of tea and sat us down in the living room. After a few tense minutes, the Doctor excused himself - something to do with him thinking he'd forgotten to turn of something in the TARDIS. So the talk turning to me and the doctor, and the little matter of a baby.
"Look Rose, whatever you wanna do, I'll stand by you." my mother said in a somewhat tearful voice. I looked at her, then we both stood up, walked towards each other and hugged each other. Hugging and crying.
"While you were gone, I found a load of your old stuff, school books and clothes," she said leading me into my room. On the bed were several brown old cardboard boxes, each one full of assorted items. Sitting on my bed, I brought the first one towards me inside it were several carefully folded up items. The little pink jumper that my Gran knitted for me when I was three, the purple one she made me when I was four, I can still remember how she gave me one every year for my birthday, how they'd always itch and be in the most vibrant of colours. But I still had to wear them when she gave me them, then again every time I saw her until she made me the new one. Folding the jumpers and placing them back in the box, I brought the next one towards me. This one held all of my old school books. Picking out my history book, I started to flick through it. Smiling at how I's been to most of the time periods I'd studied, thinking how back then I never thought I'd ever see them, thought that they were just that - history. Lost and gone for ever.
Another of the boxes held my old baby photos, which both me and my mum found funny, looking at everyone's outrageous 80s and 90s hair styles as well as their equally outrageous clothes. One of them held my old story books, titles like Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Rumpelstiltskin, Rapunzel, and The Princess and the Pea. Every last one of them ends "Happily Ever After" the happy couples never get divorced, one of them never dies leaving the other as a single parent, there are never unwanted pregnancies or steamy affairs or heated arguments, nothing ever goes wrong for them. I knew that there'd never be a happily ever after in my life, at least never with the Doctor. Him and happily ever afters never go together.
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It was hours later before anything happened. But when it did it came as suddenly and unexpectedly as a bolt of lightening signalling the beginning a storm. I heard a knock on the door, then the unmistakable sound of the sonic screwdriver. Whirling around I ran towards the door, leaving mum standing there looking confused. The Doctor met me halfway down the hall. His skin was as pale as a bed sheet, his face a picture of pure nerves and his eyes that usually showed determination were now a mixture of anxiety and worry.
"W-whats wrong?" I asked him quickly,
"No time to explain. You've gotta get to the TARDIS. And quickly," he replied, then yelled to my mother, "Lovely to see you Jackie, gotta go now the earth needs us," and with that he grabbed onto my hand and pulled me away with him not letting go until we were inside the TARDIS. The door shut. And the central column whirring away.
"So what's it?" I asked.
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