Here's chapter 7 or 8 if you wanna put the prologue as 1. Well anyway I'm hoping to get one more chapter out today before work if not then anytime before Sunday night. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I want to thank Vanillaninja2032 and iLuvTwiBoyz for their reviews =].
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The Doctor Landed the Tardis off of the main streets in an alley, and ducked under the floor grating to tinker with the mechanics. I remained in the seat and watched him below me. "You know I think you should have noticed a sparking thinger." I mentioned.
"It wasn't sparking before; it must have started when we landed. Or maybe even mid flight." He went to pull something out of a connection only to have his hand fly back right before he fell back onto his rump and sat there for a second.
My eyes widened. I jumped out of my seat and ran to the grate opening, kneeling I stuck my head down and looked him over. "Are you alright?" I asked.
He grinned, "She's never done that before." He moved his hand form one side of his chest to the other. "Well they're both still beating, so I think I'm okay." He laughed.
"Wait both? You have two?" I stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"Yep two hearts, binary vascular system I don't know how human can have only one heart." He said going back to the cabling.
"I don't know how you can have two hearts. Did you volunteer yourself to medical science when you were a kid?" I asked, moving to the other side of the opening and laying on my back with my head hanging down.
"What?" He looked at me again like I had grown a second head, "Two hearts is normal for my people." He ran his screwdriver over a piece of cable before plugging it into a socket.
"Did you even thing about color coding the wires?" I asked, watching him plug in wires and rip them out only to plug them into a different slot.
"They were." He responded, while using his screwdriver to repair a melted wire.
"What happened?" I asked, braiding a portion of my own hair.
"Scrapped them off when I threw the owner's manual into a supernova."
"A supernova huh? Don't you think that's a little overkill?" I asked, tying a small knot in the bottom of the braid to make it hold.
"Naw have you ever read one of those manuals?" He asked pulling himself away from the wires.
"I tried to read my televisions manual, I threw it into the fireplace." I stated sitting up so he could get out of the underbelly. I remained seated as the Doctor moved around I let the blood that had pooled in my head move back down my body.
"Overkill huh?" He laughed and moved up the stairs. "Well repair is going to take awhile, so come up here and pick out what you want to wear." I followed the sound of his voice up the stairs and stared at the sheer amount of clothes.
"I thought my one friend had a large closet, but hers didn't take up a whole floor." I stated, wading though the clothing racks that seemed to make up the floor itself. "Doctor half of these clothes seem to be older than me."
I yelped in shock when the Doctor popped up from a pile of clothes, "How about these?" He held up a patchwork dress shirt, and a fedora sat on his head.
I laughed and tugged the shirt out of his hand, "Please tell me you've never worn this."
"Well not yet I haven't, just need the right occasion." He told me with a small grin. He took off the hat and flung it back towards a rack. Shaking my head, I set the shirt back into the pile and dug myself deeper into the racks. "I'm not going to stand here and have my clothing choices insulted. Find something to wear; I'm going to take a second look at the wiring."
"Okay." I shouted back towards where the Doctor last was. While left alone with the mass amount of clothing, I tried to think of what next. Sooner or later the Doctor would fix the Tardis, and I'd have to find somewhere to stay. I can't stay here forever, and even if two years has pasted maybe I could find some of my old friends and even a job. I suppose the first person I should call is my mom, slipping off the baggy jeans I checked the pocket of my shorts for my money before putting on the newer set of sweatpants. Putting the money into the pockets, I ducked down and shed the oversized shirt in favor for a smaller camisole and an over jacket. "Doctor!" I shouted over the railing and down towards the panel.
I heard a dull thud and a muffled shout. I saw a mop of brown hair pop out of the opening in the grate. "Allie?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm going to run out, I have some money and I need to make a call. Do you want anything while I'm out?" I asked sitting with my feet dangling over, I pulled one steel toed boot up and started to lace it up. I followed the same process for the other one.
The Doctor was silent for a short period before he answered my question. "Bananas, a bunch of bananas."
I stared at him. "Bananas really?" I asked as I stood up with the help of the railing.
"What's so strange bananas are delicious and good for you." I just shook my head and started down the stairs.
"Okay I'll be back with your bananas." I stated as I walked past him and towards the doors. "You're not going to leave right?" I asked as I hesitated in front of the doors.
"Not without my bananas." I didn't even look at him I just let my head hit the wooden door before walking out.
Rubbing the sore spot on my forehead, I stomped out of the alley and into the main street. Although overcast and cold people still walked in and out of shops; taking in my surroundings I noticed a man walking into a café. Catching sights of a payphone mounted on the wall inside, I started my way over. The boots thumped against the asphalt as I jogged across the street, they where a few sizes to big but they were the first pair of shoes I found. I landed myself on the other side and paused between a street lamp and a trashcan. People hustled by oblivious to my appearance and existence. Glancing over, I saw a discarded newspaper in the trash, without thinking I pulled it out and folded it before securing it under my arm and making my way into the shop.
Dodging the tables, I made my way to the phone and paused. I started to think that maybe calling would be a bad idea. Shaking it off, I picked up the phone and dialed the number and slipped the money into the slot. After the confirmation message, it started to ring I hunched over the phone and rested my head on the side privacy barrier and the phone itself. After three rings, the phone was picked up.
"Hello, Johnson residents Joanne speaking." I hiccupped slightly, it was my mom her voice. It made me happy, even though I was technically only gone two days I hadn't talked to her in awhile.
"Hello?" I was jolted back to reality.
"M-mom? It's me it's Allie." I whispered into the phone.
There was silence on the other side of the line until finally she answered back. "What kind of sick joke is this?" I heard her inhale sharply. "You are a sick person, my daughter is dead." I heard a distinct slam before getting the disconnected tone.
I don't know how long I stood there with the phone pressed to my ear, but I could feel the tears trailing down my face. Slowly I pulled the phone away from my ear and put it back onto the hook. Hiding my face with my hair, I made my way back out of the café and into the busy street. The paper tucked under my arm rustled with the wind; I chose to ignore it and continue down the street.
Wiping my face on my sleeve, I stumbled though the electric doors of the grocery store. Slipping though the crowds, I found the produce section and grabbed a bunch of bananas. Wandering throughout the store looking for anything to take back to the ship to eat I ended up with a box of sugary cereal and a large bag of bulk gummy worms the neon sour kind. I threw everything on to the belt in a heap and couldn't help but to stare at the bright yellow of the bananas. It made me think back to the Doctor, two years missing and he's the only person I can really rely on. He's not stable.
Handing the cashier the money, I waved off my change and just grabbed my bag and quickly exited the store. Slipping the once discarded newspaper into the bag; I wonder if mom came to look for me. Maybe she just sat back and let the police here do it. She never did want me to move here, she said it was too far away. I also wonder what happened to Brian and Lilith, did they try to keep the house? Maybe they just left; we never did talk much I usually just hid away in the basement room. Maybe no one even noticed until the bills started to pile up. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I jogged across the street and back towards the alley. With the bag swinging, I took a quick look around before ducking down the alley.
Approaching the out of place police box, I tried the door only to find it locked. Frowning, I knocked. "Doctor! I have your bananas, open the door!" Stopping, I pressed my ear to the door and tried to listen for any sign that he was coming. "Doctor?" Maybe he took another nasty shock from the panel. Banging harder on the door I tried to shout only to find a hand covering my mouth. My voice came out more as muffled gibberish. Dropping the bag, I tried to pry the hand form my mouth.
"One of the Doctor's, the lord shall be pleased." I started to struggle, with a last ditch effort I kicked the door with the heel of my boot right before everything went bright.