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Chapter Three
"ACK!" I exclaimed, stumbling backwards. "How long have been there?"
Pretty much the entire time. You really don't notice anything, do you? Draconus teased, flitting agilely around my head.
"And my name is Sam, not not-Sam," I corrected, ignoring the jibe.
There was a pause as everyone took a moment to ensure they'd heard me correctly.
No it's not, Draconus said.
"Yes it is," I insisted.
No it's not, Draconus repeated.
"Yes, it is."
Isn't.
"Is."
Isn't.
"Is."
Isn't.
"Are you two quite finished yet?" Gwen demanded, annoyed.
"Is," I muttered under my breath, feeling like a child who'd just been chastised by his parents.
"I heard that!" Gwen informed.
"Sorry," I apologized quickly, quailing under her angry gaze.
"What do you mean when you say you brought him here?" the Doctor asked, returning our attention to the matter at hand.
That I brought him here. I wanted him here so he's here. What else would I mean? Draconus informed, as if the act of making someone suddenly appear out of thin air were as simple as tying a shoelace.
"Wait, so you can create someone out if thin air? Just, poof, there he is?" Gwen demanded, pale.
Yeah, Draconus confirmed. Yeah, I can. Can't you?
"No, no I can't. Because I'm human, you see," she informed.
"What's being human got to do with anything?" I asked, mildly insulted. She said nothing. "That's what I thought. You might want to think before you say stupid things like that again."
"Sorry," she said, flustered.
It's okay. I don't mind, Draconus said, coming to land on my shoulder. And for future reference, I didn't create Sam out of thin air. If I'd done that, he'd be a lot better looking.
"Is there something with the way I look?" I demanded, affronted.
You're human. Humans are funny looking. All gangly and awkward. No way you could ever learn to fly right, Draconus explained, nonchalantly.
"That's true," I agreed. "Why are you on my shoulder?"
'Cause I want to be.
"Ah. Okay, then," I told the apparently all-powerful being that could create people out of thin air. I turned back to the Doctor. "So, you were saying, Doc?"
"Doctor," he corrected, irritated.
"Whatever," I said, shrugging.
"Why did you bring him here?" Doc asked turning his attention back to Draconus.
'Cause I wanted to. Why did you come here? Draconus asked, curious.
"Well…" Doc said, tucking his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.
Exactly, Draconus said, his point made.
"What?" Captain John asked, confused.
"He doesn't want to talk about it," I elaborated. "It's none of our business, basically."
No offense.