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Chapter 2: Fish Fingers and Custard
Once we are in the kitchen, my red-haired friend hands the Doctor an apple. I grab one for myself and begin munching on it.
"If you're a doctor, why does your box say "Police"?" she asks as the Doctor takes a bite of the apple. He then spits it out and begins to cough.
"That's disgusting!" he exclaims, "What is that?"
"An apple," I say from my spot at the kitchen table. Then I take another bite of mine.
"Apples are rubbish. I hate apples."
"You said you loved them." Amelia protests.
"No, no. I love yogurt. Yogurt is my favorite. Give me yogurt."
I look to Amelia, who shrugs, before going to the fridge and grabbing him a container of yogurt. He opens it and dumps it into his mouth as I go back to my spot at the table. And spits it out.
"I hate yogurt, it's just stuff with bits in," he says in disgust.
"You said it was your favorite!" I complain.
"New mouth, new rules," the Doctor says as he wipes his mouth, "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes wro-" He then begins to twitch and jerk.
"What is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask as my eyes get wide and I sit up in panic.
"What's wrong with you?" Amelia asks at the same time.
"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me decent food? You're Scottish," he says pointing to Amelia, "Fry something."
She goes to the oven and starts to cook some bacon. I realize that the Doctor is still soaked and I run to the bathroom and get him a towel - once Amelia explains where they are. He takes it and starts to dry off his floppy brown hair.
"Ah, bacon!" the Doctor says when Amelia sets a plate of bacon in front of him. Again, he spits it out in disgust. "Bacon! That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?"
Amelia then cooks up some beans in a saucepan. When they're done, she gives some to the Doctor. He seems happy with them until he actually eats it.
"Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans," he says. This makes me giggle, and he smiles at me as Amelia butters some bread for him. He eats it when she gives it to him and has the same reaction to the rest of the food. Then he proceeds to fling the plate out the door like a frisbee.
"Did you just hit a kitty?" I ask slightly horrified that he would do such a thing.
"What? No, no. Of course, I didn't. That would be rude." He replies, "What else do you got Amelia?"
Amelia opens the door to the fridge and offers some carrots to the Doctor.
"Carrots? Are you insane? No, wait, hang on. I know what I need," says the Doctor. "I need... I need... I need..." he rambles as he looks through the refrigerator, "Fish fingers and custard!"
Amelia cooks him up some fish fingers and a bowl of custard and then gets me a bowl of ice cream. She starts eating from the tub of ice cream. We all sat at the table now; the Doctor and Amelia on separate ends while I was on the side in between them. Amelia and I watch the Doctor as he picks up a fish finger and dips it in the custard and takes a bite. He doesn't spit it out. Ewwww, I think as I make a face. He smiles at me while there is still custard on his upper lip. I giggle at how silly he looks, and Amelia tells him that he's funny.
"Am I? Good. Funny's good," the Doctor says. Then he asks her, "What's your name?"
"Amelia Pond."
"Oh, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairy tale," he says, then turns to me, "What about you? What's your name?"
"My name is Marzelle Nightingale."
He smiles and says, "That's nice, really pretty. Like the little nightingale itself." Looking at my friend he asks, "Are we in Scotland, Amelia?"
"No. I had to move to England. It's rubbish."
"Hey!" I protest.
"So what about your mum and dad, then? Are they upstairs?" He looks at me and asks, "Or your's? Thought we'd have woken them by now."
"I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt," Amelia answers.
"I don't even have an aunt."
"You're lucky."
"I know."
"I've got a Mom. Dad died when I was a baby. But Mom isn't here," I add, trying to stay in the conversation, "It's Amelia's house."
"So your aunt," the Doctor continues to Amelia, "Where is she?"
"She's out," she replies.
"And she left you two all alone?" the Doctor asks, surprised.
"I'm not scared," she says.
"Course, you're not. You're not scared of anything. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of a box, man eats fish custard, and look at you two, just sitting there. So you know what I think?
"What?" I ask him.
He looks at me and says very seriously, "Must be a hell of a scary crack in her wall."
The Doctor tells Amelia that he wants to see the crack in her wall once he's done with his food. She leads the way to the stairs, turning on the lights for me as we go. She then tells the Doctor she has to stay at the bottom of the stairs because that's where the light switch is and asks him to walk up the stairs with me because I'm afraid of the dark.
Once we're at the top, I brace myself, ready to be plunged into darkness, when a hand grabs mine. I realize that it's the Doctor trying to comfort me. He smiles reassuringly at me before the lights go out. I can then hear Amelia running up the stairs as I tightly grip the Doctor's hand. She turns on a couple more lights before we finally make it to her room.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in a long time! Hopefully, I'll be a bit more regular with it, time permitting.