A/N: I do not own anything relating to Doctor Who. I only own the ideas of my OC. Thank you RudeandNotGinger92 for your review! Free invisible cookies for you! I absolutely LOVE hearing from you all. This episode was another difficult one for me to write. Again, I hope characters aren't too OOC. The outfit for this chapter is on Polyvore (/fathers_day/set?id=172642000) As always, I hope you enjoy and please leave a review letting me know what you think.
Previously: "Oh, and Phoenix, I'm proud of you. You kept calm and kept those others safe. A little stupid, trying to sacrifice yourself to protect them, but still, you did good. No matter what we figure out in time, you're a good person." I stopped and looked back at him. The gentleness in his voice surprised me slightly. I smiled at him.
"Thanks, that means a lot to me. And Doctor, you're a good person too. You don't seem to realize that sometimes, but you are." I turned and walked out of the room and found my way back to my room. I kicked off my shoes and crawled under the covers, not bothering to change.
The next week or so went in a bit of a blur. After the encounter with the Harvesters, the Doctor decided we needed a bit of calm for a while. When I went to bed that night, I ended up sleeping for the next 27 hours. The Doctor assured me it was completely normal and that I wouldn't have any lasting effects. The next couple days were spent with Rose, going on our own little adventures through the Tardis, discovering new rooms. After a couple days though, it was obvious that we were all getting a bit restless and needed to get out a bit.
I woke up feeling a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't a feeling of unease. I just felt fidgety. I got cleaned up and tossed on the first outfit I saw. Dark flare jeans, black tank top, gray lace top, and converse. I grabbed a black sweatshirt as I made my way to the console room. The Doctor was sitting on the jump seat playing with some kind of ball. I walked over and leaned against the railing behind the jump seat as Rose stood in front of the Doctor.
"I was wondering if we could go somewhere specific? Like if I wanted to see a specific person, could we do that?" Rose questioned. Her voice was quieter than usual. I watched her curiously. She was a bit fidgety and wasn't looking either me or the Doctor in the eye.
"Who do you want to see?" He asked, still rolling the ball around in his hands. I shifted uncomfortably. Her nervousness worried me. I hadn't seen her nervous like that before.
"Peter Alan Tyler, my dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15th September 1954. That's what Mum always says. So I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?" Rose asked. My stomach sank. I knew she wanted to see him, but I was worried about it. I was worried that seeing him would do more harm than good.
"Where's this come from, all of a sudden?" The Doctor questioned her. Thinking I had no place to say anything, I sat back and watched the two talk.
"All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of time or something, then never mind, just leave it." She said sadly, looking away. I frowned, knowing well enough that the Doctor would feel bad and want to help. I had the feeling that Rose knew this as well.
"No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you." He offered.
"So am I." I finally spoke up. She looked at me as I tried figuring out if it would actually help her to see him. She walked over and put a hand on my shoulder in a gesture to reassure me.
"I just want to see him. I'll be alright." She tried to comfort me. It didn't help near as much as she had hoped. It only made me worry more. She wasn't acting like herself. She looked back to the Doctor.
"Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for." He replied as he got up from the seat started messing with the controls. I groaned at his choice of words.
"Doctor, just once can we avoid one of the phrases from the list of things to never say? Please? Just once." I muttered. He shook his head with a soft smile and continued to pilot the Tardis. I held on tight as he asked what date Rose wanted to go to. When we landed, She led us outside. We were at the Registers office. We made our way inside where Jackie and Pete were getting married. We sat in the very back of the room and watched them. Rose sat in between me and the Doctor. It was strange seeing Jackie so young. I recognized Pete from photos Jackie had shown me a few times.
"I, Peter Allan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice" The registrar stated.
"I, Peter Allan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne Suzette Anita" Pete said nervously.
"Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di." Jackie huffed. I chuckled at that. She was always a mouthy woman. The Doctor seemed amused as well. He was smiling and holding in a chuckle of his own.
"I thought he'd be taller." Rose mused sadly. I put my hand on her arm in support. She didn't look at me, she simply placed her hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze as a form of thanks. I had been around her enough to know when she needed words of encouragement and when she simply needed to know someone was there for her.
When the service was over, we made our way back to the Tardis. Rose didn't seem content with just watching the wedding. She began to talk about how he died. He had been attending a friends wedding. He was running late because he had forgotten the wedding present. He was getting ready to cross the road when he was hit by another car that simply drove off after. He passed away without anyone with him. She explained how Jackie had always said how she wished someone could have been there for him.
"I want to be that someone, so he doesn't die alone." She explained as she finished her story. The Doctor was watching her carefully. I felt uneasy. I wanted to stop them, but it wasn't my call. I didn't want Rose to be upset with me, but I was still concerned with how seeing it actually happen would affect her.
"Rose, are you sure?" I didn't know what to say to stop her but I wanted her to at least think about it.
"Yes. You wouldn't understand. You don't remember your parents. I need to be there for him." At first she sounded angry but it changed into sadness. I threw my hands up in defense and went to sit down, away from the two of them. The Doctor glanced at me so I shrugged. She wasn't willing to listen to me and her attitude was slightly upsetting. He turned back to Rose.
"November the 7th?" He asked.
"1987." She nodded. He adjusted the date and flipped a switch. The time rotor began to rise and fall. It was a rather smooth run. When we stopped, there was a silence that hung in the air. Rose slowly made her way to the door. The Doctor and I followed after her. I recognized the area when we stepped outside. We were parked on Waterley Street, next to the park fence. There was a chill to the air and a slight breeze. I was thankful for my sweater and pulled my hair into a ponytail.
"It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day." She looked around us. I moved to stand next to her and put my hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She was still in a bit of a mood so I stood off to the side.
"The past is another country. 1987's just the Isle of Wight. Are you sure about this?" He looked down at her. He looked almost as worried as I felt. I couldn't understand. If he was worried, why was he letting her go through this?
"Yeah." Rose answered quickly. She started walking, leaving me and the Doctor to follow. As we walked past a row of buildings, I took notice of some posters covering the wall. There were political fliers, a concert advert, and a smiley face sun with the date of some kind of event. On one of those, there was Bad Wolf scrawled across the face. The one below it had Caged Bird in the same handwriting. I frowned at them. There was something about those words that were familiar but I couldn't think of what. I must have gotten a bit behind because the Doctor came up to me and grabbed my hand.
"Everything alright?" He questioned as he pulled me around the corner to where Rose was waiting.
"Yeah. Sorry. Got distracted." I mused. When we caught up with Rose, he let my hand go so that we could stand on either side of her.
"This is it. Jordan Road. He was late. He'd been to get a wedding present, a vase. Mum always said, that stupid vase." A green car came around the corner and pulled into a parking spot. Pete was the man driving the car. "He got out of his car, and crossed the road. Oh, God. This is it." Pete got out of the car. The Doctor and I each grabbed one of her hands. She squeezed mine tightly. A beige car rounded the corner going quite fast. The driver shielded his face before hitting Pete. Rose hid her face behind the Doctor's shoulder. When the car was gone, Rose looked back to Pete.
"Go to him, quick." The Doctor urged her gently. She simply froze looking at him. I let go of her hand and wrapped my arms around her. She turned and hugged me tightly. I looked at the Doctor who gestured for me to bring her around the corner. I nodded and led her around the corner. She slumped against the wall and sat on the ground. I put an arm around her as she cried. The Doctor came and sat on the other side of her. We sat in silence as she silently cried. The sound of sirens slowly came closer.
"It's too late now. By the time the ambulance got there, he was dead." She said sadly, looking at the ground. She paused before looking at the Doctor. "He can't die on his own. Can I try again?" He looked at her then me. I knew that her pleading would wear him down no matter what I said so I simply frowned. He sighed and stood up. He offered a hand to each of us to help us up. We went back to the Tardis and went back again. We were careful and tried to stay back. We made it to the corner and looked around it slowly.
"Right, that's the first us. It's a very bad idea, two sets of us being here at the same time. Just be careful they don't see us. Wait till they walk off and he follows, then go to your dad." The Doctor instructed her. We saw Pete pull up to the curb once again.
"Oh, God. This is it." The first Rose cried.
"I can't do this." She whispered.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I reassured her. The Doctor nodded in agreement.
"But this is the last time we can be here." He added. She didn't say anything, just kept watching things unfold. But suddenly, as Pete was getting out of his car, she rushed forward. I tried to grab her arm but missed. "Rose! No!" The Doctor yelled after her. She ran past the other versions of us and pulled Pete out of the path of the oncoming car. My heart sank. This wasn't supposed to happen. She just wanted to be there for him when he died. Was this her plan all along? The other version of us vanished with looks of confusion on their faces.
"Oh God Rose, what have you done?" I breathed, not believing what was happening. Rose and Pete stood up and she started talking with him. I turned to the Doctor. He looked furious. "Doctor?" I asked cautiously. He didn't look at me, instead he continued to glare at Rose. This was not good. "Doctor please say something." I begged him. He ignored me again. I turned when I heard Rose asking about the wedding.
"Yeah, are you going?" Pete asked her with a smile on his face.
"Yeah." She replied happily.
"Do you, your friend and her boyfriend need a lift?" He questioned, taking a glance back at the Doctor and I. We looked back at him in silence. When we didn't answer, he looked back to Rose.
"Thanks." She said excitedly. Pete started walking to the flat with Rose. The Doctor and I followed. The Doctor seemed on edge so I decided not to press my luck with trying to talk to him. It was a rather quiet and tense walk.
"Right, there we go. Sorry about the mess." Pete apologized as he let us into the flat. "If you want a cup of tea, the kitchens just down there, milk's in the fridge. Well, it would be, wouldn't it. Where else would you put the milk? Mind you, there's always the window sill outside. I always thought if someone invented a window sill with special compartments, you know, one for milk, one for yogurt, make a lot of money out of that. Sell it to students and things. I should write that down. Anyway, never mind that, excuse me for a minute. Got to go and change." He walked past us and went into the bedroom to change. Rose hadn't noticed the change with the Doctor. She began to walk around the flat in a state of awe.
"All the stuff mum kept. His stuff. She kept it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard. She used to show me when she'd had a bit to drink. Here it is, on display. Where it should be." She picked up a small trophy to look at it. "Third prize at the bowling. First two got to go to Didcot." She explained and looked over at us. When we didn't say anything she moved on to containers of liquid. "Health drinks. Tonics, mum used to call them. He made his money selling this Vitex stuff. He had all sorts of jobs. He was so clever. Solar power." She pointed out some blueprints on the table. "Mum said he was going to do this. Now he can." She finally looked over and took notice of the Doctor's changed demeanor. I was watching the two of them carefully. She had done something very stupid, which obviously wasn't supposed to happen, and the Doctor was fuming about it. I was upset with Rose but nowhere near as upset as the Doctor. "Okay, look I'll tell him you're not a couple." She tried. I rolled my eyes at her in exasperation.
"You think that's what's wrong? Of all things, you think us being called a couple is the worst that happened?" I huffed. She frowned at my snappy attitude.
"Did you know she was going to do this?" The Doctor was looking at me. I was shocked and offended. When she had first suggested coming here, I was trying to stop her.
"Of course not! I tried to stop us from coming here but no one ever listens to me! Besides, how would I know what she was going to do?" I snapped back at him. He looked back to Rose.
"When we met, I said travel with me in space. You said no. Then I said time machine." He stated. I suddenly understood why he thought I would know that this would happen. I had told him to go back and tell her he traveled in time as well. I was the reason she had come with.
"It wasn't some big plan. I just saw it happening and I thought, 'I can stop it'." She tried to defend her actions. The Doctor wasn't having any of it though.
"I did it again. I picked another stupid ape. I should've known. It's not about showing you the universe. It never is. It's about the universe doing something for you." His chuckle was dark and humorless. This wasn't an anger that I had seen from him. This was betrayal. I began to worry where the conversation was going when Rose started arguing with him.
"So it's okay when you go to other times, and you save people's lives, but not when it's me saving my dad." She scoffed at him.
"I know what I'm doing, you don't. Two sets of us being there made that a vulnerable point." He snapped back at her.
"But he's alive!" She wasn't understanding what he meant or why he was so upset. She had seen her opportunity and had taken it, not thinking about the things it could change. My heart started beating harder. I didn't know how to calm either of them down.
"My entire planet died! My whole family! Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?" I felt the pain in his words echo through me. Then I realized, that's why he let her come here, despite the concern. He wanted to give her the opportunity to be there for Pete the way he couldn't have been there for his family. It only upset me even more knowing she had messed up the chance the Doctor had given her.
"But it's not like I've changed history. Not much. I mean he's never going to be a world leader. He's not going to start World War Three or anything." She continued, still not understanding why it was so wrong.
"Rose, there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. An ordinary man. That's the most important thing in creation. The whole world's different because he's alive." He walked closer to her, trying desperately to get his point across.
"What, would you rather him dead?" She still wasn't listening. Seeing that neither one was going to budge, I decided to try and step in to be a voice of reason. She usually listened to me, and she had said that the Doctor listened to me better. I prayed that I could at least calm them down slightly.
"He's not saying that! But Rose, we don't know what things could have changed. A small ripple can become a tidal wave of change." I tried to get her to see why he was so upset but she wasn't listening. She believed what she believed and there wasn't a thing I could say to explain it to her.
"No, I get it! For once, he's not the most important man in my life. And you're just jealous because you didn't have good parents. I mean they had to be awful for you to run away and block them out completely!" She yelled at me. There was a part of me that knew she was just lashing out because she was scared, but that didn't make her comments hurt any less. I couldn't be around her anymore so I turned and quickly walked out of the flat, away from them. As the door closed behind me, the Doctor demanded to have the Tardis key back from Rose. I made it to the bottom of the stairs when I heard the door open once again. I could hear Rose yelling. "You don't scare me. I know how sad you are. You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around outside the Tardis waiting for me. And I'll make you wait a long time! You wouldn't leave Nix and she wouldn't let you leave me!" She yelled as the door slammed closed. I started walking with no particular direction in mind. A deep worry set in. If he had threatened to leave Rose here, what was I going to do? He made it clear that he believed I knew of her intentions. If he was angry enough to leave her behind, would he even think twice about leaving me as well?
I continued walking as my fears began to snowball. If he did leave us, what would we do? Rose would want to be around her parents but how would she explain herself? Wouldn't there be a problem with two of her existing at the same time? If somehow she was able to work something out, where would I go? I had no place with them. I had lived on the streets before, I could probably manage again. The panic in my chest began to rise. As my breathing became more shallow, I could feel my left hand going numb. I started wringing it, trying to get the feeling back. A couple minutes later, while trying to calm my breathing, the Doctor caught up with me and began walking next to me. I continued to stare in front of me, not saying anything, worried about what he might say. He finally broke the silence after a couple streets.
"Where are you off to?" The anger was gone from his voice. He sounded genuinely curious as to where I was walking to. It wasn't what I was expecting from him. He had just threatened to leave Rose behind. Why wasn't he yelling at me?
"I have no idea." I admitted. My breathing had evened out slightly but my hand was still numb. I continued rubbing it, hoping that the tingling would stop. "I just figured that you were leaving us here, so I might as well figure out where I'm going to go." He walked in front of me and stopped. I stopped before I ran into him and looked up at him. Guilt was written all over his face, though I didn't understand why.
"I'm not leaving you here. . . I'm not leaving either of you here." He sighed. "I just want her to realize how dangerous it is to do something like that. I explained it to you and you understood just fine. You were worried about the consequences and you were worried about doing the right thing. Her choice was simply selfish." The anger returned slightly. He was clearly upset about what happened. I began to wonder what could have changed that upset him so.
"Rose has always been strong willed. I mean, she is Jackie's daughter. And realize that you never really explained the whole 'some things have to happen' concept to her. I function on instinct, she functions on emotions. I'm not saying what she did was right. By your reaction and by my gut feeling, I know she did something wrong. Just try to remember, she's, we're human." I corrected myself with a frown. "We know nothing about time lines and changing events. We screw up, a lot. I guess what I'm trying to say is, just try to talk to her." I rambled, turning to look around us. A chill went up my spine. Something in the air felt, wrong.
"I doubt she'd hear anything from me right now." He huffed.
"Just give her some time. She'll feel awful in a little while. I don't think she can stay mad at you." I offered. Things were just too quiet. I couldn't have known exactly how it should have sounded, but there should have been more noise around us. When he didn't say anything, I turned my attention back to him.
"What's wrong?" He asked carefully. He was watching me intently.
"What do you mean?"
"You said your gut told you what Rose did was wrong, now you're looking around with your worried face." He gestured to my face. I was confused but realized I had scrunched up my forehead and was frowning. I didn't even realize it.
"I don't really know." I shook my head, trying to clear the worry but it didn't work. "There's just, something. It's in the air. It feels . . . wrong." I paused. The Doctor looked around as well. A dull throbbing began in my head.
"Let's go to the Tardis and figure it out." He suggested. I nodded and we began our journey back to the Tardis. As we continued walking, the pain in my head continued to grow. It was getting harder to ignore. We finally made it up to the Tardis, but when the Doctor went to unlock her the door opened to an actual police call box. He walked inside and pressed on the walls. They were ordinary wooden walls.
"What happened?" The panic within me grew.
"Rose!" He cried and took off running back toward the flat.
"This way!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him in the direction of the church that the wedding was at. "She'll have gone to the wedding. What happened to the Tardis? Is she alright?" The pain subsided as the adrenaline kicked in.
"This is what happens when you change something that shouldn't have been changed!" He yelled as we continued running. We rounded the corner to where the church was. Rose was standing a bit away from the bridal party, watching them. "Rose!" He yelled out. She turned around with a smug smile. "Get in the church!" Her smile quickly faded when she saw the looks on our faces. I looked over as a creature appeared in the sky. It was black with wings and talons. It made me think of a gargoyle, only twisted and more ominous. It started hissing and moved toward Rose. The Doctor and I pushed forward as Rose just stood there screaming. I rushed up to her and tried to pull her away but she wasn't moving. Luckily the Doctor ran into us and pulled us to the ground before the creature could get to us. "Get in the church!" He demanded as he stood. I helped Rose up, checking her over for injury. She shook me off and followed the Doctor as he ran toward the steps to the church. The others had begun running in. Two more creatures appeared near the roof.
"Oh, my God. What are they? What are they?" One woman cried out. I groaned as they stopped to look at the creatures.
"How about we get inside? Yeah? Sound like a good idea? Move!" I demanded. No one moved and one of the creatures came closer. It blocked our path to the entrance.
"Sarah!" The groom, Stuart, tried coming out to where we were. Several others stood around him.
"Stay in there!" The Doctor ordered him, holding up his hand. When he stopped, the creature turned to look at the other group. A man next to Stuart decided to try and run away from the group. The creature quickly landed on him. A golden light shown through the creatures skin as it attacked the man. The bride, Sarah, started trying to run to the church but the other creature blocked her path. She let out an ear splitting scream and the creature flew away from her, attacking the vicar instead. Other creatures started appearing around us.
"Inside! Let's go!" I called out. Thankfully this time people listened to me. The Doctor helped everybody get inside quickly before closing the large wooden doors. People were running around, talking loudly. The room was in a panic. I looked over to the windows and saw the shadow of one of the creatures flying by.
"They can't get in. Old windows and doors. Okay. The older something is, the stronger it is. What else?" The Doctor mused, speaking with no one in particular. He looked at the people standing around. The sound of one of the creatures screeching caught his attention. "Go and check the other doors! Move!" He ran off to check a door. A woman I quickly recognized as Jackie started following him. I joined them while others went to check things on the opposite side of the church.
"What's happening? What are they? What are they?" She demanded, pulling on his arm when he didn't answer her.
"There's been an accident in time. A wound in time. They're like bacteria, taking advantage." He explained as he walked over to the door I was checking. I had stopped for a moment. The pain in my head had started creeping back as the adrenaline from running wore off.
"What do you mean, time? What're you jabbering on about, time?" Jackie's voice was starting to grate on my nerves. I cared about her and all, but her arguing could get to be a bit too much at times.
"Oh, I might've known you'd argue. Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining." He groaned. I elbowed him in the side. He looked at me and I gave a half hearted glare to which he rolled his eyes. If things had been going differently, I would have called him out on his rudeness. As it was, I didn't have the energy to argue with him.
"How do you know my name?" She demanded. There was a hint of fear in her voice at the realization that a stranger had known her name.
"How about we deal with that later? We haven't really got the time for this conversation right now." I groaned.
"And who are you?" She snapped at me before turning back to yell at the Doctor. "I've never met you in my life!"
"No, and you never will unless I sort this out. Now, if you don't mind, I've waited a long time to say this. Jackie Tyler, do as I say. Go and check the doors." He pointed off to another set of doors in the front of the church. His voice was stern and demanding.
"Yes, sir." She muttered before storming off.
"I should have done that ages ago." He beamed before looking over at me. I had to put my head in my hands to block out the light. The headache had come on full force. It was taking all my energy to keep from falling to the ground and crying from the building pain and pressure. He grabbed my arm to help steady me. "What is it?" He asked quietly, before helping me to sit in the back pew.
"It's nothing. Don't worry. Just figure out what we need to do." I tried to ignore the pain as he watched me carefully. I knew I needed my medicine but I was worried that one pill wouldn't be enough to help and two would surely make me useless. Luckily Stuart came up to us, giving us a slight distraction.
"My dad was out there." He started. His father had been the man who had tried to run off. I felt so bad for him. The sadness filled his voice but he seemed to be trying to do something other than panic like some of the others.
"You can mourn him later. Right now we've got to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive." The Doctor quickly replied, still not looking away from me. I narrowed my eyes at him. It was frustrating having him focus on me when we were in danger. He needed to be focusing on a way to fix things, not fussing over me because of a stupid headache.
"My dad had-" Stuart tried to say something but the Doctor interrupted him.
"There's nothing I can do for him." He wasn't really listening to what Stuart was trying to say. I looked over to see Stuart holding an old brick sized phone. I realized he was trying to offer the Doctor the phone.
"Doctor!" I pushed. I pointed over to Stuart. He finally looked over at Stuart, who gave me a nod of thanks and held up the phone.
"My dad, he had this phone thing. I can't get it to work. I keep getting this voice." He explained. The Doctor took the phone and listened to it. He handed it to me so that I could listen as well. There was a bit of static, but a male voice still came through clearly.
"Watson, come here. I need you. Watson, come here. I need you." It repeated over and over, on an endless loop of sorts. I gave the phone back to the Doctor. There was something familiar about it, like I should have known something about it.
"What is it?" I questioned.
"That's the very first phone call. Alexander Graham Bell." The Doctor answered. He was slightly excited but a realization dawned on him. He turned back to Stuart, handing him the phone. "I don't think the telephone's going to be much use."
"But someone must have called the police." Stuart tried to reason. The Doctor turned to face the others. I looked up to see him staring at Rose. He slowly made his way to her. Some of the others were watching him as he walked and spoke.
"Police can't help you now. No one can. Nothing in this universe can harm those things. Time's been damaged and they've come to sterilize the wound. By consuming everything inside." He explained slowly. Rose looked worried and slightly frightened when the Doctor stopped in front of her.
"Is this because. . . is this my fault?" She finally asked. There was a long pause before he walked away from her, not answering her question. He walked off and through a doorway. Pete got up and followed him. Deciding I was no good in the state I was in, I reached into my purse and pulled out my medicine and a bottle of water. I was surprised to find the water. The Tardis must have put it in there for me, I reasoned. I quickly downed one of the pills and put both things back into my bag. I looked around at the others. Some were checking and re-checking doors. Others were huddled in tiny groups. Rose looked lost but I couldn't bring myself to talk to her just yet. The medicine started slowly working, easing the pain little by little, so when the Doctor came out of the room he had been in, I went to help him.
"Better?" He asked as he pulled a curtain back and ran his sonic along a door.
"Getting there." I sighed. "What now?" Before he could reply, Stuart and Sarah walked up to us.
"Excuse me, Mister-" Stuart started, not knowing what to call the Doctor.
"Doctor." He replied, not looking back at them. Stuart turned to me.
"Phoenix." I gave a slight wave. Sarah gave a soft smile, which I returned.
"You seem to know what's going on." Stuart turned his attention back to the Doctor who was continuing to check the door.
"I give that impression, yeah." He remarked. I rolled my eyes at him. Even in times like this, he had quite an ego. Still, I was too tired, and there was no use in arguing with him.
"I just wanted to ask-" Stuart started, not really having the words.
"Can you save us?" Sarah finished for him. The Doctor finally looked over at them. He handed me his sonic and walked over to the couple. I smiled and started working on the door, finding it surprisingly easy to know what to do. It was another thing that was slightly disconcerting. The Doctor had never told me how to use it, yet I seemed to just know. Maybe it was easier to use than I gave it credit, and I was just worrying about nothing. Either way, the Doctor seemed to assume that I would know what to do with it.
"Who are you two, then?" He asked when he walked up to them.
"Stuart Hoskins."
"Sarah Clark."
"And one extra. Boy or girl?" The Doctor questioned.
"I don't know. I don't want to know, really." Sarah explained as she rubbed her stomach fondly. I looked over to watch them. The way they looked at each other warmed my heart. The love they held for each other was striking. Despite everything happening around them, the look of worry and fear would disappear, if even for just a moment, when they looked at each other.
"How did all this get started?" The Doctor asked. I finished with the door and walked over to lean on the doorway while they explained their story. I handed the Doctor his screwdriver which he accepted without a word.
"Outside the Beatbox Club, two in the morning." Stuart smiled at his bride-to-be.
"Street corner. I'd lost my purse, didn't have money for a taxi."
"I took her home."
"Then what? Asked her for a date?" The Doctor asked. I chuckled softly.
"Wrote his number on the back of my hand." Sara beamed, looking down at her hand.
"Never got rid of her since. My dad said. . ." Stuart stopped with a sad look on his face. Sarah looked at him with tears in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"I don't know what this is all about, and I know we're not important-" She started to say.
"Who said you're not important?" I looked over at the Doctor when he said this. His kindness still surprised me slightly. I watched him as he talked. "I've traveled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn't even imagine, but you two. Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I've never had a life like that. Yes. I'll try and save you." He beamed. Sarah gave him a thankful smile, despite the tears threatening to fall. Stuart thanked the Doctor before leading Sarah off somewhere to sit.