A/N: I did NOT mean for two years to go by without an update for this story! I just hadn't been able to watch my shows, therefore inspiration was lacking. But, I'm trying to crack my way back in here with a pair that I've been wanting to try out for awhile now. Thank you to those who have followed, favorited, and especially reviewed! I can't thank you enough! I hope you'll accept this for now.
What do you say, Jo?
"So what do you think?" He finished, arms spread wide and a grin creasing his face.
"I like guns."
His arms dropped loudly to his sides before he lifted a finger and started in her direction. "No. No guns."
"I have knives too." She continued, arms crossed.
He stopped to tower just over her with the same intensity he had used on the young security guard back at the museum. But unlike that poor fellow, she had enough experience to hold her own. They both knew that if he yelled at her like he had that guard he would receive a punch in the nose courtesy of her fist.
"No weapons. None of any sort. It's not how I do things."
At that, she scoffed.
"You just used high-powered weaponry to take down a homicidal mummy! It's seems exactly how you do things."
He quieted at her words and for a moment she thought he caved.
Instead, he smiled. "No I didn't."
Her jaw dropped at the blatant lie. He stepped around her and made for the door. "Either you're with me or you're not. Frankly I have somewhere I need to be. So, seeing as how the time is short…"
He opened the double doors and made a show of passing her through.
She could see the lawn to the campus just outside. Her eyes narrowed. That very morning she had made the decision that a change in her life needed to take place. College wasn't doing anything for her and she'd been on her way to the library to send in a letter of resignation. It was on her way that she'd bumped into this strange man to begin with.
Giving up on college was one thing. It was something only a normal person had the privilege of doing; and despite what her mother insisted, she was not normal. And, it was solely her choice to quit. But, an offer of this magnitude. This wasn't something offered every day; something that had become considered a rite of passage in life. This was other worlds, other times; adventures that promised beauty and wonder.
She weighed it all within a moment.
"I'll go with you."
He eyed her warily. For someone so charmingly jolly, his trust issues were through the roof.
"And as a compromise, I'll only have one knife. You know, for the moments when your handy-dandy flashlight is out of reach." She gave her own smile then, the shit-eating one she often gave her mother when she knew she was being difficult.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and let the doors close behind him. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's a screwdriver!"
"Sweetheart, I've had plenty of the drink and used the tool enough times to know what an actual screwdriver is."
A/N: I know it's not much. But, can you guess which Doctor this was?