Chapter 1 – This chapter is set thirteen years later. READ AND REVIEW!!! Giggle.
"Mum-my?" David whined.
"Yes, sweetie?" Rose didn't look up from the concoction of spices and ingredients she had surrounding her.
"Will you buy me that giant spaghetti hoop?" he continued.
"You mean the one with the rainbow stripes…" Rose got up looking excited.
"Yeah!"
"And the hoop that spins around it, meaning it looks like it's constantly moving…" she laughed with joy.
"Yeah!"
"And, dare I say it, all that for a mere five thousand cromites?" Rose was now opposite David, holding his hand.
"Yes!"
Rose sat back down, "No."
"Ooh, why not?" David sat down next to his mum.
They were in the kitchen, one of the Tardis' many rooms, preparing for the Doctor's arrival back with dinner; a feast of fish and chips. The spices and ingredients were for a herbal tea to get the three of to sleep. Around the pair, there were pots and pans of every shape and size, including one made especially for lobster, in the shape of a lobster.
David had been in this room so many times, he'd gotten used to a kitchen like this, meaning a normal kitchen in the future was out of the question.
"Because I said so! Not only got it do some damage to the old girl," she patted the Tardis wall, "but, you have money of your own. If you want to buy it, that's what your pocket money's for!"
David stood up, huffed a bit, and stormed off to await his father.
"I'm not that old…" came a familiar voice in Rose's head.
"Dad!" David rushed up to his father for a hug, nearly knocking the fish and chips out of his hand.
"Woh, big fella! Slow down." The Doctor placed the bag of food on the dining table ready for dinner, and the turned back to his son. "Right, give us a cuddle!"
The father and son embraced for a few moments, before David pulled away and made a sweet face.
The Doctor sighed. "I knew that was too warm a welcome… what do you want?"
David bit his lip, then blurted out, "The spaghetti hoop 3000… please."
The Doctor shrugged as Rose entered the room, "Yeah, sure."
"Did you just promise him that ridiculous hoop thing?" she questioned.
"Y'up… why?" he answered.
"Because young sir, here," she pinched his ear as he tried to escape, "Tried to get one out of me, and I've already said no."
"Well…" the Doctor pulled a chip out of the bag, "Chips anyone?"
Five hours later.
David looked around. He was in a room full of memorabilia of himself. His first stuffed toy; his plaster cast for when he broke his arm; his only ever text book; and many other things that were all related to him in some way.
"Hello?" he asked.
A voice came from behind him.
"Grab him. Don't kill him, though… yet."
A shadow approached him with a knife that he soon place at his neck. David looked up to see who it was.
It was his father.
Four hours earlier.
Once the plates had been put cleanly away, Rose had an early night and David and the Doctor went into the TARDIS' console room.
"Right… lesson 78; how to use the handbrake." The Doctor moved around the controls and his hand landed on a lever that had five different buttons on it. "This button is to stay still. It sounds strange but the old girl had been known to… wander."
"Dad," David quickly butted in and gestured towards the corridor where gentle snores drifted from his parent's bedroom, "She's already asleep."
"Boy, was she tired?" He scratched his head so that his hair was splayed all over the place.
David nodded, "She went shopping."
The Doctor grinned. "Well then."
The pair sneaked out of the room and down to the entertainment room where a pool table was readily laid out, and the DVD player was all set for them to watch 'Friends'. They closed the soundproof door and started both the game and the DVD simultaneously.
After a few shots, David turned to his dad. "Why exactly do we have to watch this show in privacy?"
The Doctor shook his head in shame. "Let's just say that while your mother was pregnant with you, I sort of ended bringing it up a few times. She forbade me from ever thinking of it again."
David gasped in horror and all the Doctor could do was nod sadly. They watched ten whole episodes of series 3 and then decided they ought to go to bed.
"Lucky you figured out how to fly the TARDIS years ago, or these 'lessons' would never take place." The Doctor turned off the home cinema system and left his son to tidy up, while yawning himself to his bedroom.
David found himself alone in the now dark room. He was so tired that he lay down on the nearest sofa and drifted off.
Barely moments passed when he woke back up to the sound of a yell. Seconds later his dad came back in the room followed shortly by his mother.
"What is it?" He jumped up and walked over to them while they hurried to shut and lock the door.
His question was answered when thumps rang out from the other side of their only exit. By the sounds of it, whatever was there was something big, or they had a thing-a-me-blot which was used to bang onto it.
"What's going on?" David asked again, but this time it was for specifics.
The Doctor turned to Rose, "They're back."