A/N: So, I know it's been a while, and the straightforward reason for that is complete lack of ideas. I can't promise you'll enjoy this, but I think the interaction between Mel and The Doctor is priceless. This chapter has an objective POV, hope you guys are cool with that. If you feel inclined to tell me what you think I will not be the least bit offended. Thanks for the follows guys. Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Chapter 12
"Mum, I realize this all may be a bit too much for you, so I strongly suggest that you sit down before you fall down, as you and I both know that is dear ol' Dad's job." Mel directed Amy to a nearby chair.
"So, Doctor, you're Mr. Plan, right? What are we going to do about this bastard-The Master I mean?" The Doctor was still wondering how this woman had come to be. She definitely knows me, he thought, but how?
"Hello, earth to Doctor, I'm not losing you to the floor too am I?" Mel snapped her fingers in front of the dazed Doctor.
"Oh! What? No, of course not. As for The Master, it's a work in progress. First, I think, we need to get out of this hospital." The Doctor paused for a minute, and tapped his screwdriver on his thigh.
"You don't think he's coming back here?" Mel inquired.
"No, no I don't. I mean a hospital, dramatic, but not dramatic enough for him. While currently I am not entirely sure where he's headed or what he's up to with those pitiful excuses for aliens, I do know someone who can help us out. That is, if they still live around here. I can't seem to remember what I've done with the TARDIS." The Doctor paced for a moment trying to pull up the smallest shred of detail about his beloved box.
"Do you still have the key in your right coat pocket?" Mel interrupted, fairly certain the man had once again forgotten where he kept the only way to home in on the box's location.
"Right coat pocket, what?" The Doctor rummaged in his coat and came out with a key in hand. He stared down at it in a look of utter bewilderment.
"Oh, just give it to me already!" Impatiently, Mel snatched the key from his hand and studied for a moment.
"Uh, Mel, where are we?" The Doctor stood up and dusted himself off. "And how did we get here?" The questions peeved him because he was the one who usually received and answered them.
"Well," She helped Amy-who had remained silent through the entire previous exchange an unexplained voyage-up. "I see you still fail to retain that simple bit of knowledge. You think it's your own ego? Forget the failsafe so you can impress some poor bystander," she gestured to Amy, "With some convoluted plan sprung from your boundless ingenuity? If so, absolutely foolproof, if you weren't such a fool yourself." Mel flung the key back to The Doctor and gestured for him to turn around. They were in someone's backyard, surely, and there sat the TARDIS, plain as the picket fence surrounding it.
"Ah, yes. And what failsafe are we currently speaking of, because we could be talking about any number of my ingenious backups-"
"Don't even try to play this off, sweetie, you and I both know that you have the recollection skills of a gnat." She walked to the TARDIS and rested a hand on its doors. They swung open and Mel glanced back, obviously pleased with herself. "Mum, come on inside, you'll love it, I promise." Amy quickly obliged, having recovered from her previous paralysis and feeling wholeheartedly embarrassed about the whole thing. Rory shrugged and passed The Doctor to enter the TARDIS as well. The Doctor heard Mel's smug tone emanate out of the blue doors.
"Go ahead and say it, everyone does."
"It's bigger on the inside!" Mel stuck her head back out the doors and addressed the moping Timelord.
"Oh, come on already! This is not the last time I will outdo you, Doctor, so you would do well to get used to it. Plus, we've got shit to do!" The Doctor sighed exasperatedly. Part Timelord or not, Amy's daughter or not, the bigger on the inside thing, it was his thing. Damn this woman, he grumbled internally.