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Chapter 2:

Acknowledgements: I do not own Doctor Who. Also the Doctor still isn't mine no matter how many biscuits and jelly beans I give him. Perhaps I offer him chips next time.

Always expect the unexpected

-unknown

3rd POV

The two women spent the rest of Alois's lunch break devouring Reuben sandwiches and reading their current leisure novels, (always historical fiction, fantasy and Sci-Fi.) in their apartment, after Lee scolded Alois for always getting so lost in her thoughts and daydreams and forgetting the world around her.

The cheap pine chair in the kitchen of their apartment creaked as Alois stubbed her toe on it while she gathered the things she needed in her messenger bag for work, while she talked to Lee. "I really need to get back to the office; Ryan has some clients coming in soon." She explained to Lee, whom doesn't appear to be lessoning at all, she was absorbed in reading her science fiction book. Alois rolled her violet eyes at her roommate/ cousin/ best friend; while she ran out of the apartment door and down the flight of stairs onto the street. Their apartment was above Cozy Nook a nice little book store that's owned by an elderly women, their flat is small but big enough for the two of them, and it's not very expensive, and in the back yard there are two willow trees that are perfect for lying under and reading in the lush green grass during the spring. Alois's old fashioned gold tarnished pocket watch read 1:05 "oh bloody hell I'm late" she muttered under her breath and hurried to Richard and Sons

But, a block from the solicitors firm Alois saw something very unusual, a blue police call box, like the one from the 80s; it wasn't there earlier. How odd is the Historical Society doing an event or attraction? I didn't hear anything about it, usually Lee or Crystal (the secretary for Richard and Sons) tells me of things like this... She wondered, deciding to ask Lee about it later, she continued off to work

The warm afternoon sun shined down on the Doctor as he followed what appeared to be a handsome man in his early twenties, with long platinum blond hair and strange violet eyes; but was actually more than that a type of alien as Sidhe. Not just any Sidhe either he was Iro the Messenger of one of the Sidhe rulers. The Doctor had spent some time with them and had a few friends on their planet Arcadia, therefore he'd come to know a lot about them. To know that the fact that Iro was here wasn't anything good, making a quick decision to follow him, Iro entered a nice little solicitor's near the Thames.

Chimes rang as the Doctor followed after him, just in time to see Iro talking with a human man in his mid twenties with short cropped brown hair and they were heading toward the hallway that led to the offices. "Drat it," the Doctor muttered under his breath "I'll just have to make an appointment with Ryan Richards, then." He had discovered that the dull looking human male was one of the owners. In the brown paneled sitting room, with boring stereo typical waiting room chairs the Doctor approached the desk that had plain women, with too much eye makeup, and dyed blonde hair. the Doctor gave her a most charming smile. "Hello, I'm Sir John Smith I'm here to see Mr. Ryan Richards." The secretary didn't even look up from filing her pastel pink nails, "Talk to his assistant Alois Murdoch." She pointed in the direction in which the Doctor was supposed to go.

The Doctor found himself in a small but clean and comfy room, sitting at the oak desk in the center was a girl about 15 doing paperwork, "huh where's the assistant at" The Doctor wondered. "This Girl couldn't be her, she's too young." She's very pretty though, with dark curls and Violet colored doe eyes…. "Wait, a minute only Sidhe have eyes that color, but she was clearly quite human. She's too short, Sidhe women are always tall and willowy" he mused, the girl still didn't notice him she was too absorbed in her work. So the Doctor took a moment to study the room, while waiting for her to finish so he could ask where Mr. Richards assistant was, the Doctor didn't want to disturb her she looked like she was concentrating so hard; so he quietly approached her to see what she was working so hard on. It wasn't paperwork at all-it seemed to be a fan fiction for an anime called Bleach; at least that's what the cover said. From what the Doctor had read she was a very talented writer, except for the fact that he had never read or seen Bleach, he enjoyed what he read quite a bit.

Alois looked up from the fan fiction she was creating, with a start she certainly wasn't expecting to see a really hot 20ish something man, reading over her shoulder. "Oh, um, hello can I help you?" she asked a bit rudely, but really "I think he scared me out of 3 years of my life!" she thought, sitting up straighter Alois addressed the Doctor. "Excuse me sir, my apologies for not noticing you, I was err, focusing on a project for a class tonight." She said blushing a bit. "Shut, up. Shut up, not" Alois said to herself silently, 'jeez I'm acting like a foolish little girl. He's not the first hot guy I've ever seen."

The Doctor noted by her accent the women was American Strutting back to their right side of the desk the Doctor gave the flustered women a dazzling smile, "so she is the assistant" the Doctor reasoned. "I'm John Smith," the Doctor to Alois and shook her hand as she stood. "I'm here to pick up the papers for MR. Ira Seelton." The Doctor told her, using the alias Mr. Richards had used when he was speaking to Iro. The assistant nodded, knowing what papers he was speaking about. "I'm going to need to see your identification first though, it's protocol." Alois had her features composed, once more; her hands were folded on the desk; while she patiently waited for "John Smith" to pull out the proper identification.

The Doctor showed her a piece of low level psychic paper that showed the viewer whatever they expected to see. Alois looked up at the strange man with confusion and anger written across her face, "is this a joke? The papers blank." The Doctor was silent for a full minute, "what? How can she tell that? She was supposed to see an ID, the labeled me as MR. Seelton's assistant. It works on everyone unless they know what it is. And, there's no way she could know what it is… is there?" the Doctor mused, shaking his head. Alois told him, "Excuse me if you can't give me the proper identification, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."