AN: Thanks to all who have reviewed! Anywho, on with the story!
Chapter 8
As the Doctor shot up from the cat flap, Rose opened the door. "What are you doing here?" He exclaimed. "I live here!" Rose responded. I laughed, knowing how many arguments they would have similar to this one. "Well what'd you do that for?" I said, looking up from my journal. She glanced at me like I was mad and stated, "'Cause I do! And I'm only at home 'cause somebody," She gave us both the evil eye, "blew up my job."
The Doctor was fishing for his sonic screwdriver in his pocket while saying, "Must've got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?" He gently knocked on her head. "No, bonehead. Bye then!" We turned to leave as she grabbed both of our collars saying, "Both of you, inside, right now."
"Who is it?" A woman called from the other room. The Doctor and I looked around the tiny flat as Rose went to talk with her. "She deserves compensation!" The lady called as I passed the room, the Doctor close behind me. "Ha. We're talking millions," The Doctor told her.
The woman finally seemed to notice the Doctor there, and said, "Um, ahem, I'm in my dressing gown." She was trying to be seductive. I raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. He replied, "Yes, you are." Sometimes, he was so oblivious to the situation. "There's a strange man in my bedroom."
"Yes, there is," he told her, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Well," she said, slightly tugging at the belt of her robe, "anything could happen."
The Doctor, finally realizing her intentions, smiled awkwardly and said, "No." He joined me and Rose in the living room. "Don't mind the mess," Rose told us. "Do you want a coffee?"
"Cream, two sugars," I called. She glared at me. "Oh," I exclaimed. "Please."
She just eyed me wearily as she moved towards the small kitchen. "We should go to the police," She started. She started babbling away while the doctor looked through her books and magazines while making small remarks like, "That won't last, he's gay, and she's an alien," and "Hm, sad ending."
"You should really be paying attention," I whispered. He looked up from the deck of cards he failed at doing some sort of trick with, and picked up a card saying, "Rose Tyler."
He looked into the mirror, completely ignoring my snickers as he exclaimed, "Ah, could've been worse. Look at the ears!" He started playing with his massive earlobes.
We both sat up as we heard a rustling, Rose still babbling away about the police. "What's that then," the Doctor asked. "Have you got a cat?"
He never heard the reply as the plastic mannequin arm started to strangle him. I pulled with all my might trying to get it off of his neck. Rose was completely oblivious as the Doctor and I struggled with the arm. She walked into the room, assuming the Doctor was playing, like Mickey did. I was still prying the fingers from around his neck when the arm flew off and attached itself to Rose's face.
After a constant five minutes of struggling with the hand, resulting in a broken table, the Doctor grabbed his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the arm, which stopped immediately. We all gasped for breath as the fingers slowed to a stop.
"It's all right," the Doctor told Rose. "We stopped it." Rose gasped as he tossed the arm to her.
I grinned and said, "Harmless."
"Do you think!" She replied, hitting the Doctor on the arm.
"OW!"
The Doctor and I trotted down the stairs with Rose right behind us. "Hold on a minute! You can't just go swanning off!"
"Yes we can. This is us, swanning off!" the Doctor replied cheerily.
"See ya!" I said as we continued jogging down the stairwell.
"That arm was moving! It tried to kill me!" She exclaimed, confused.
"10 out of 10 for observation!"
"You can't just walk away! That's not fair!"
I grumbled, "Life's not fair, get over it."
"You've got to tell me what's going on!"
"No we don't!" the Doctor told her as we exited into the sunlight.
"All right then, I'll go to the police. I'll tell everyone! You said that if I did that, I'd get people killed."
I turned to face her, never stopping to walk with a quick pace. "No way! It's not like all the mannequins in Britain trying to kill everyone is information that will make people die quicker!" I smiled at her expression and turned back forwards.
"You're choice," She continued. "Tell me or I'll start talking."
The Doctor chuckled. "Is that supposed to sound tough?"
"Sort of."
"Doesn't work."
"Who are you?"
"Told you, I'm the Doctor, and this is Alice."
"Yea, but Doctor What, and what does Alice have to do with any of this?"
"Just the Doctor," I replied. "And I'm…." I trailed away. "a special case."
"The Doctor."
"Hello!" he grinned cheekily at her.
"Is that supposed to sound impressive?"
The Doctor and I looked at each other, then to Rose, saying "Sort of."