A/N: Well, hello people. I know, I know. My chapters are really short. And I'm sorry. But I just don't have the time to sit and write a really really long one. I will soon, I promise. Anywhoseole, this is just a short fluffy chapter. I'll get back to the main one soon. Oh, yeah. I really want a beta, but I have no idea how to do that. So if someone could please tell me how to go about doing that, it'd be much obliged. You can either PM me or write it in a review *hint, hint, wink, wink*. But, seriously, please R&R!
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She woke up in the infirmary; the beeps of the heart monitor the only noise in the white room. The bed was comfortable, and the pounding in her head was slowly making her regret waking up. Groaning, she swung her legs over the edge and stood up, using the nightstand for support. "You really shouldn't be standing after losing that much blood. It's not healthy for anyone, even if they are half Timelord." She jumped in shock, not expecting the voice behind her. Turning around, she faced the man who rescued her. He was much different from the man her mother had described to her. This man was shorter, younger, and he wore a bowtie.
"I'm guessing you've regenerated during the time it's been since you've last seen my mom. That or she really needs glasses." He smiled.
"Your assumption is correct. I regenerated not long after…after…"
"You left her on a beach in the alternate version of Bad Wolf Bay in Norway with her mother and the half-human alternate version of your last self?"
"Yeah, after that." He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I assume you're feeling better? You look much better. You want food? I have food, well, the TARDIS has food. I can make you something. I can guarantee that the food here is much better than the food at any Earth hospital. I learned to cook once, in France, but that was a while ago, well, you're time, not mine. Well, maybe mine to, I can't really remember right now. It might have been the 5th regeneration, no, well, no, maybe the 3rd, nah, too busy then,…"
"Doctor? Doctor? DOCTOR!"
"Yes?"
"You're babbling."
"Oh, sorry. SO… food?"
"Sure." Laughing, she followed him out of the room. This was sure to be an interesting experience.