Chapter three
the new flat was much better than she had expected. Nice area, clean and nicely decorated.
All of the rooms were held on the second floor with garages below them. They didnt even have to share the building with anyone. They must have given Jackie a lot of money to get this place so quickly.
She sat on the sofa, with mid-day television quietly murmuring away in the background. She was holding the golden ring between her thumb and index finger, twiddling it around. It was prettier than she though it was at first glance. It appeared to be white gold, with small patterned engravings all the way around the band. It almost looked Gallifeyan. Almost. She hadn't even tried it on yet.
She heard someone enter the door from downstairs and she quickly slipped the onto her finger. It was as if it was made for her ans she almost forgot it was even there.
The man who looked like the Doctor entered the room, holding his head intently. John smith she thought to herself. It would take a lot of practice to not accidentally call him 'Doctor'
She stood in the hallway to greet him and quickly inspected him top to bottom.
He was still wearing the suit the Doctor had been wearing the last time she truly saw him. This send a shock of nerves though her spine. He held himself in the same way, had the same uncontrollable hair and wore the same very confused looking face the Doctor wore every time he bashed his head on something.
She noticed a gold chain hanging out of his pocket. There he was. The real doctor, trapped inside a pocket watch carried by his body's new host.
He looked up and made eye contact with her.
"ah, my head is killing me" he said.
She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to talk to him so casually like it was just another day. She was barely ready to even look at him.
He made his was passed her and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. The air vanished from her lungs and her heart refused to beat. She totally froze for a moment.
"you okay?" he asked from the kitchen "God, I thought your mother would never let me go" he carried on "she wouldn't stop asking me questions" he kept talking about Jackie and Rose tried to compose herself. She walked into the living area and there he was, still talking and trying to read the news paper at the same time. The was he was sitting brought back all of the fear and nerves she was trying to hard to compose.
Any normal man would sit on the couch with the paper on his lap, but John smith sat on the ground with his legs crossed like a child, the paper on the small table in front of him. He was reading the science section.
He had finished updating his wife with what his day consisted of and appeared to be becoming in-grossed in the article he was reading.
She looked at him for a moment, and dropped herself back onto the couch just behind him.
She starred at the back of his head, trying to proses what she had actually gotten herself into.
They sat in silence for a while and he turned the pages a few time while she pretended to watch telly. Every little movement and sound he made was just like the Doctor. She hoped it would ware off soon and he would start to act the was John Smith was supposed to act.
When he reached the end of his paper he neatly folded it up and placed it in the corner of the table. He then proceed to lift himself up and sat next to her a little closer than she anticipated.
"Are you okay love?" he asked "you seem.. edgy"
"uh.. just, y'know. Got a bit of a headache too" she said. Her voice was shaky and weak. He looked at her with concern.
"well its getting pretty late. Maybe you should go to bed" he suggested.
She quickly got up and walked towards the bedroom.
"yeah, maybe I will"
"okay" he said "ill be in to join you a bit later"
she stopped in her tracks half frozen. She forgot about that part.
The thought of sleeping in the same bed as him for three months made her weak at the knees.
"okay." she managed to stutter out.
