"Here," The Doctor shrugged off his jacket and handed it over.

"I'm good, thanks." I denied his offer.

"You're freezing, just take it." He tossed it to me, and of course, my first reaction was to catch it.

I reluctantly held on to the tan corduroy sport coat. "Aren't you going to be cold?"

His shoulders shrugged, moving his white dress shirt and navy blue sweater up and down. "I have a sweater and you have a shirt. Just put on the jacket."

"Fine." I slipped my arms through the sleeves and my insides melted. It was so warm! "Thank you." I said, my lips thin, hiding my warm and fuzzy feeling.

"I feel like you owe me an explanation." Pretty boy say what, now?

"Excuse me," I started, an offending tone making itself prominent. "I was perfectly fine being who I am, minding my own business in this world, and then you come along and literally knock me down. If anyone deserves an explanation it's me, pal!"

"I've been alone longer than you can imagine!" The Doctor came back, his face turning a light pink hue.

"Keep your voice down." I growled moving towards him, covering his mouth with me hand. I placed my ear next to the door and listened carefully. And there's the breathing. "Go to school, Sharon!" I yelled to the door.

"I can't when the door's blocked off!" She yelled back. "Are you guys making out, out there or what?"

I chuckled, let the Doctor go, and opened the door. "Go to class before I ground you."

She bounced out of the house, pink pea coat matching her pink messenger bag. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Sharon teased, waving her hand back at us as she went right down the street.

I waited until she was half way down the street before I turned back to the Doctor, my voice once again slightly hostile. "Get inside, and shut up till I close the door."

He stared at me as he willingly went back inside and I shut the door behind us. "Why did you quiet me?" The Doctor asked very offended.

"Because Sharon doesn't know!"

That shut him up. "What?" Well, for a few seconds anyway. I sighed and led him to the living room and sat him on the couch while I took spot next to him.

"Sharon doesn't know. About anything."

His mouth was hanging open. "How can she not know who she is?"

"My dad told me when I turned thirteen, and he left before she was nine." I shrugged; like that life was the most normal one out there.

"What about your mum?"

"She…went with him."

"Why did he leave? When?"

My eyes became a little glassy at the memory, "I don't know why." I replied sharply. "But as for when, it was the day after my birthday. They tucked me into bed the night before, and when I woke up in the morning they were gone."

"That's terrible."

"Yeah, I know. I was there, remember?" I added the last part bitterly.

He completely ignored it. "When a timelord is eight years old, he is shown the void in space and time. Why did your father wait?"

I shrugged my shoulders again. "Do you know an eight year old that can keep a secret? And stop interrupting. Do you want to hear or not?"

"He just told me about Gallifrey, and the people that lived there. He said some were timelords while others weren't, but we definitely were. And after, he showed me where his old TARDIS was and gave me the key to it. There wasn't that much to it."

The Doctor's eyes lit up. "He has a TARDIS?"

"Well, it's mine now, but yeah." It was my turn to feel offended.

"Yours, right, sorry." He apologized rather quickly. "Um, would you mind showing me your TARDIS?"

"Kind of. I don't show it to anyone."

He was silent for a moment, taking in the currently exposed information. "Why haven't you told your sister?"

I looked at him like he was dumb. "You have met Sharon, haven't you?" He chuckled a little at that. "She can't keep a secret worth a damn." I pulled the opening of his jacket together, keeping out a strange draft that appeared. "Do you feel that?"

The Doctor's eyes widened and he took a quick look at the front door before shouting. "Get down!" Grabbing me and throwing us over the back of the couch.

"What the-?"

The Doctor clamped his hand over my mouth. "Keep quiet." He breathed in my ear. And so we laid there, listening to silence. Ever so slowly, He reached into the suit jacket pocket and grabbed something. "Stay here." He ordered, letting me go and turning onto his stomach. He poked his head around the corner of the couch and immediately shot back when a gray puff of smoke hit the wall. "Don't breathe that in. It's an extremely potent sleeping gas. Anyone would be out for a week."

I nodded vigorously. "Right. Be right back." I swiftly got up and bolted through the house, narrowly missing several shots.

"Oi! Oi! Come back!" The Doctor shouted at me, popping up from behind the couch, and then hitting the deck again when the monster turned to him.

I entered my room, slammed the door behind me, and rummaged through my dresser drawers until I found one of my dad's trinkets. Maybe this will work.

The door was pounded, the whatever-it-was trying to break in. When I heard the door open, I closed my eyes, pointed the trinket towards the seven foot tall gas figure and pressed the little button on the side. The tip of the trinket lit up purple, made a funny buzzing noise, and the light above the door exploded and a bolt of electricity shot from it and hit the figure.

A high pitched shriek erupted from the figure. Did it just scream? I opened my eyes long enough to see the figure let out a large puff of smoke before disappearing. Is that jasmine I smell? Oh dear. "Doctor?" I called out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "I breathed it in-" I fell backwards, my head making a loud thunk against the wooden floor.