A/N: So it is really easy to guess who the friend is. I'm sorry if you guys are tired of the Mel-Doctor banter, but I love the dynamic so much I had to add more. Feel free to tell me who you think the friend is, and I'll see you around. Disclaimer: Do you really think I could write characters like these? I have the character development skills of a lemon.
Chapter 13
"Come on, just let me fly her!"
"Mel, I do not care if you founded the Timelord race, this is my TARDIS, and I will fly her!" The Doctor tried to remind himself that she was just curious. She probably couldn't fly it if she tried, he thought smugly.
"Fine, fine. You don't have to be so touchy." Mel raised her hands defensively and backed away from the console. "Just please don't leave the brakes on this time. That noise-"Mel cringed.
"Brakes? Those are not the brakes, that's just her sound." The Doctor affectionately patted one of the monitors.
"Oh gross, do you and the TARDIS need a moment alone, Doctor?"
"What?!" He retracted his hand like it had been burned and scowled. "Of course not!"
"Could have fooled me." Mel said under her breath.
"Hate to break this up, because you two are obviously very invested in this banter, but where are we going exactly?" Amy had regained her voice and was looking pointedly at Mel and The Doctor.
"I told you, I think I know someone who can help us, he probably misses all this alien action anyway." The doctor grinned and gestured to the TARDIS-but to those present, he appeared to be gesturing to himself.
"Ugh, Doctor, we don't need to hear about your male lovers-"Mel and Amy proclaimed at the same time. Amy and Mel stared at each other.
"God, it's like having two Amys! We do not need two Amys!" The Doctor exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Well, actually-"Rory started only to be cut off by Amy's open hand colliding with his face.
"Rory!" She scolded.
"Sorry," Rory mumbled, but then continued almost inaudibly, "I'm really not sorry though."
"Well, it seems we've managed to get way off topic yet again," Mel started, glancing at her parents, "I believe Amy asked a question, Doctor?"
"Ah… yes. Like I said, we are on our way to recruit an old friend." The end of his reply was punctuated by the TARDIS's signature landing call.
"Um, Doctor-"Mel began. Paying Mel little attention, The Doctor made his way to the doors, and shoved them open with a smug smile.
"I hope he doesn't mind our intrusion-"The Doctor said. Mel sighed resignedly.
The old man hummed as he walked down the sidewalk. It was nearly Christmas, his favorite holiday. Not for the stuffed shops and gifts, but for a very extraterrestrial reason. Noticing his neighbors' lights he reminded himself that he would need to put his own up some time today. He had reached the front door to his home and he nudged it open.
"Dad!" The man sighed. No doubt the woman wanted him to try yet another Christmas dinner recipe. It was probably something toe-curling like tofu plum stew, or spinach olive pudding. All of the recipes were horrific, but he didn't have the heart to tell his daughter that.
"Sorry, can't! I'm old you know, have to clear the bowels!" The man rushed for the bathroom. After he had sat down he began to hear an all too familiar noise.
"Long time no see, but here of all places? Still as socially stunted as ever I see." The man watched the blue doors open.
Amy averted her eyes, and Rory turned green.
"Doctor, really?"
"What?" He glanced out the doors, "Oh!" He slammed them shut and stood back.
"Told you I should have flown her." Mel smirked.