I do not own Doctor Who.
Sorry this chapter is so short.
I am taking suggestions for any aliens you would like to see make an appearance. I have the basic story line figured out, but I can always use suggestions. Please read and review.
Chapter 4 - The Noble Traveler
Laura walked up to her favorite table at Jackie's, a small cafe that she went to almost everyday. She set her bag down on the chair next her, and ordered a cup of tea from the waitress. She was digging through her bag looking for her headphones, when something caught her attention. She looked around and saw the other regulars; Allan, the young business man who came here on his lunch break; William, the lonely old man who came here every morning for breakfast and stayed until evening, making conversation with the other regulars and the employees; and Melinda, the mother of three who came here for lunch to get away from it all for a little while.
At the table across from her, was a red head reading the paper, and although she was not a regular she looked very familiar. Laura wracked her brain, until, finally it came to her. She stood up and walked over to the table. "Donna?" She asked with a smile. The red head was Donna Noble, her former coworker from H.C. Clements.
"Laura?"Donna asked looking up from her paper.
"Wow, I haven't seen you since H.C. Clements closed."
"Ya, I've been traveling. I just got back from Egypt," Donna added with a sigh.
"I heard about Lance, I'm sorry," Laura said as she took the seat that Donna offered her. Donna smiled and nodded, still choking back tears at the memories. "Have you been traveling alone?" Laura asked, hoping to get the conversation back on a happier subject.
"No, just me. There was this guy, I could have traveled with him, but I turned him down." then a distant look filled her eyes and she trailed off, mumbling something about a doctor she knew or had met on her travels, something like that. Just another one of those boring stories that humans where so fond of telling because they had nothing better to talk about.
Laura was no longer paying attention. Her glance drifted back to her table, her tea had arrived, and was now getting cold. She repeated how good it was to see Donna again and that they would have to do something some time, and then excused herself and went back to her table.
Later that night, Laura was searching for a book on her shelf, when one of the false books that she hid things from her old life in fell off the shelf. As it hit the ground it popped open and a small pen like device rolled under the couch. She crawled over and retrieved it. A sonic screwdriver; but it wasn't just any sonic devise, it was his. She smiled as she remembered the night he had entrusted her with it. She sat down on the floor and leaned her back against the couch. She must have sat their for about twenty minutes, just staring at it, Eventually, she drifted off to a restless sleep, full of dreams of Cyber-men and outer-space bubble-gum.