The inevitable meet the parents! :) Or parent in this case. Disclaimer: I do not own/write/act in the marvelous television series known as Doctor Who.
Blue Box #8
Meeting
It was late and it was dark. Luckily the moon was bright enough for me to jam my keys into the door. I flipped on the hallway switch and blinked in the sudden light. It was good to be home. The familiar smell, the feeling of safeness, my mum's shoes in the entryway… My mum's shoes in the entryway? What? What was my mother doing here in the middle of the night?
"Mum?" I called out tentatively. I walked into the living room and there, on the couch, was my mother. "Mum!" I shook her awake. "Mum what are you doing here? This is my house! My house." When she finally woke up she gasped and stared at me as if she hadn't seen me in months. Then she blew up on me.
"I have every right to be in your house. Ever since you, since you…" Her voice wavered, "Every since you went missing I've been here, waiting for you to come back. Besides, someone had to let the police in."
Missing? Police? "Mum what are you talking about? I've only been gone a day."
"A DAY? You've been gone for three months! No one knows where you've been! Do you have any idea how worried I've been? Do you have any idea how mad I've been? You are in so much trouble young lady. I hope you know that I reported your boyfriend to the police." She was standing up now, shaking with anger. Three months I've been gone… Oh no. The Doctor messed up. He dropped me off at the wrong time. Damn. This will be a mess to explain. Wait. Boyfriend?
"Boyfriend?"
"That's right. The brown haired man you were in a phone box with. A phone box! I know what you two were doing in there, and I do not approve! Especially when he stole you away! I might even say kidnapped!"
Oh god. She thinks… Oh god. Gross. God. "Mum, that man is not my boyfriend, and I most definitely did not shag him in a phone box. Really mum."
She rolled her eyes. "Then what other explanation do you have? Because I need one. And you are not leaving the house until I get one." And at that moment the doorbell rang. We walked to the door, glaring at each other. My mother jerked the door open. It was the Doctor.
"You forgot your regular shoes! I do believe that you are wearing a pair of rare 18th century…" He finally noticed my mother glaring at him. "Hello!" The he promptly walked into the house and gave my mother a hug. "And how are you?"
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