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"That's impossible," murmured the man masquerading as John Smith. He held the paper up to look at it better. "It's psychic paper; it doesn't go blank."
Psychic paper? thought Alex. "Uh-huh, well, great meeting you, but, bye." And with that, he shut the door in their faces, locking it quickly. It was then that he looked around hastily for a weapon, any kind that might help in a fight. He wasn't sure if he'd have to fight his way out of here, or if the cavalry would actually arrive in time for once. Pausing, Alex considered that option. Then, he shook his head. Not likely. He was on his own for now.
None in here… Maybe in the kitchen- No. Not in there again. Upstairs, then.
And so up Alex Rider went.
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"Brilliant, Doctor," said Donna, her tone oozing sarcasm. "Now we're stuck on somebody's front porch, in the rain, with no idea what we're doing here."
But the man paid her no attention. Instead, he had his sonic screwdriver out, holding it close to his ear, as if listening to something. "The TARDIS was drawn here," he muttered to himself. The Doctor looked up at the sky. "Why would it be brought here?"
"I dunno," replied Donna, "But what I do know is that it ain't getting any warmer out here. Or drier, for that matter."
"Right." The Doctor turned and looked back at the door. "I have a feeling there's more to this boy than meets the eye."
"I know, not many people call your bluff on the first time," Donna quipped.
He chose to ignore his partner for the time being and instead focused the sonic device towards the house. "The signal that summoned the TARDIS came from inside." He looked at the door. "Somehow, we've got to get in."
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There was a loud crashing noise, which made Alex's head snap up. Was there someone in the house? Empty-handed, seeing as he'd yet to find anything, the teen made his way towards the top of the staircase.
"Check the upstairs," came a mechanical voice. "The boy must be here somewhere." Alex froze, thinking, What the hell?
There was a whirring noise and a shadow appeared, coming up the stairs. It didn't look like a person, but even shadows could be deceiving, so Alex began to quickly process his escape options. That was when the front door burst open, nearly breaking off its hinges.
"I told you to let me get it!" came the voice of the man from earlier. The one who had pretended to be John Smith.
"And I told you that I could do it," the woman answered. Donna Noble, thought Alex. That had been her name she'd given.
"The Doctor!" There was that screeching mechanical voice again. "Exterminate them!"
And there was Alex, caught up in the middle of all of this, crouching by the banister. Near the back of his mind, there was a small part of him that kept him functioning. Scanning.
The downstairs was blocked off. There'd be no getting out that way. He looked over his shoulders. Maybe a window? The second story windows would be painful to jump out of, but it was preferable to running through that downstairs. Especially without a weapon.
As Alex nearly crawled to his bedroom, a loud explosion came from downstairs. "Up the stairs!" cried the unknown man. There were loud thuds as the man and woman sprinted up the stairs and whirled around the corner. Alex stood up and slipped into his room, not bothering to shut the door. He'd be out soon enough. Quickly, he opened the window and punched out the screen.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" The robotic voices were getting closer- coming up the stairs?
It caused the woman to throw a panicked look over her shoulder. "Doctor!" she hissed.
"I know, I know!" the man said, running a hand through his hair. It was the combination of fear on her face and her red hair that made Alex stop. Was that similar to how Jack looked when she had died? With that thought in his head, he couldn't bring himself to leave the two of them.
"Over here!" Alex whispered, loud enough for the two of them to hear. Their heads whipped up and they saw him. "Come on!" he gestured. Quickly, they made their way over to him, and he shut his bedroom door behind them. "Excuse the mess," he joked before moving back to the window.
"What are you doing?" asked the woman, incredulously, as Alex swung one leg over the windowsill.
"Getting out of here. You're welcome to follow. Unless you'd rather meet your friends out there." As if on cue, there was a laser shot and a hole appeared in the door. "Follow my lead," the teen urged. And, with that, he dropped from the windowsill, hitting the ground and rolling onto one knee. He winced slightly as pain radiated up his knee. He turned and looked back up at the window, where the two were still standing, looking at him like he was crazy.
"You want us to do that?" called the woman.
"Yeah! Just try to land in a crouch or roll!" Alex yelled back up to her.
"You're insane!"
The man looked over his shoulder, then back at his partner. Shrugging, he copied Alex's maneuver, rolling until he came to a complete stop. Then, he quickly stood up and ran to underneath the window. "Jump, Donna! I'll catch you!"
"Like hell you will!" But still, she leapt out and he did manage to stop her fall. It took them both down to the ground, yet they were up quickly.
Alex shot a glance towards the window, where two… garbage cans stood? "What the hell?" The teen verbalized his confusion.
"Run!" shouted the man, sprinting towards Alex, the woman close on his heels. You didn't have to tell the teenager twice. All three of them took off, through several neighbors' backyards and onto the next street. As they decided no one was chasing them, they began to slow. The woman was panting slightly from their sprint, and Alex's knee was sending death threats to his brain for putting it through that. Only the man looked completely unfazed. He looked at Alex, as if silently appraising him.
"What the hell were we just running from?" demanded Alex, pushing the pain back.
The other two shared a look and silently agreed on something. "Daleks," said the man. He turned down an alleyway, and the woman followed him. As Alex rounded the corner, all he saw at the end of the alley was an old, blue police box. Instantly, he was wary. A trap?
They seemed to sense that he had stopped. Turning around, the woman called out, "What's the matter?"
"Who are you two? What the hell is a Dalek? What is going on here, for crying out loud?" Alex didn't like the tone in his voice; it made him seem like he was a little kid, demanding answers. Which, in a sense, he was. Demanding answers, that is, not acting like a little kid.
The man unlocked the door of the police box before turning around. The door itself swung open as he spoke. "I'm the Doctor. She's Donna Noble. A Dalek is an alien, and they were, for some reason, at your house, which we were called to, as well. Now, are you coming with?"
Alex's head swam. Aliens? Only one thought was able to push through the confusion, and he voiced it. "What?"
"It's a long story," said the woman. Donna Noble, apparently. She moved past the Doctor and went into the police box.
The Doctor shrugged and stepped inside the box, too. There was a moment, as Alex stood frozen at the mouth of the alley. Then, the man popped his head back out. "Aren't you coming?"
Before he could think, Alex's feet moved him towards the box. How had they both fit in there? Then, he thought about his night so far. Two strangers showed up with 'psychic paper', his house was attacked by overgrown, talking garbage cans and they had tried to kill him. Surely, this couldn't be any weirder.
…And then he stepped into the police box.
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