"…I make it 1941. You lot shouldn't even be in London. You should've been evacuated to the country by now." The Doctor commented, admiring the spirit of the youngsters.
"I didn't realise that I had stumbled into London this evening…" I acted like I was absolutely stupid, but honestly I didn't care; if I was going to get the attention of the Doctor, I needed to play the damsel in distress.
"Oh?" He turned to look me in the eye, "Where are you from, eh?" I looked down at my plate and didn't feel hungry anymore. I pushed it away.
"I must go now." I got up and ran out the room and slammed the door shut. I looked through the window, and saw the whole gang absolutely confused.
I listened intently as they continued their conversations.
"Something wrong with that?" Nancy plainly asked.
"Wrong with it? It's brilliant. I'm not sure if it's Marxism in action or a West End musical." The Doctor replied, enthusiastically.
"Why'd you follow me? What do you want?" Nancy continued to question.
"I want to know how a phone that isn't a phone gets a phone call. You seem to be the one to ask." The Doctor answered back.
"I did you a favour. I told you not to answer it, that's all I'm telling you." Nancy retorted.
"Great, thanks. And I want to find a blonde in a Union Jack. I mean a specific one. I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving. Anybody seen a girl like that?" I wanted to run back inside at the mention of the girl, but decided against the idea as I was technically hiding far away from this house. The children laughed at the Doctor as Nancy took his plate away. "What have I done wrong?"
"You took two slices. No blondes, no flags. Anything else before you leave?" She asked once more.
The Doctor grinned, "Yeah, there is actually. Thanks for asking. Something I've been looking for. Would've fallen from the sky about a month ago, but not a bomb. Not the usual kind, anyway. Wouldn't have exploded. Probably would have just buried itself in the ground somewhere, and it would have looked something like this." He showed a drawing on a napkin that I couldn't quite make out. A twig snapped behind me. I jumped up and turned slowly around. A child in a gas mask reached out for me as it said "Mummy? Are you my mummy?" I backed away trying to avoid the touch of the child, while I madly pressed random buttons on River's Vortex Manipulator. The child was with an inch of touching me when I finally pressed the button I needed.
…
I opened my eyes. A man and woman stood above me, gob-smacked that I had appeared out of thin air; well the woman anyway. Crap… I thought; this will be interesting. I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked around; in a spaceship with really advanced technology. I recognised the woman; she was the woman hanging from the barrage balloon earlier. The man wore a long, navy blue trench coat and black trousers. His eyes were absolutely gorgeous, even if they were a brownie-green colour.
"Hello." The man said.
"Hello." I replied.
"Hello." He said once more.
"Let's not start that again." The woman replied, looking quite faint.
"Okay." He replied winking at me. I blushed, a deep-red colour, almost the colour of ripe tomatoes.
"So, who're you supposed to be, then?" the woman asked.
"Me? Or him?" I asked, confused.
"Both of ya." She grunted.
"I'm Grace Kelly." I replied to her question.
"Captain Jack Harkness, One Three Three Squadron, Royal Air Force. American volunteer." Jack gave the woman a worn wallet-like book as ID.
"What your name, then?" I asked the woman.
"Liar. This is psychic paper. It tells me whatever you want it to tell me. I'm Rose Tyler, by the way."
"How do you know that I'm lying?" Jack inquired.
"Two things. One, I have a friend who uses this all the time. And two, you just handed me a piece of paper telling me you're single and you work out." Rose grinned and handed back the psychic paper to Jack.
Rose, the girl that made the Doctor forgive himself for the things he did during the time war. I wanted to thank her so much, but she couldn't know that I was from the Doctor's future, let alone his daughter. I was already risking enough meddling with his past; I couldn't help but bite my lip, hoping that neither Jack nor Rose would notice.
"Shall we have a drink on the balcony? Bring up the glasses." Jack said to Rose. I sighed and followed the two up the stairs. I think I better tag along… for now, I thought to myself.
We all were standing on the roof of the ship, which Jack had conveniently parked next to Big Ben. The views up there were surreal; considering that bombs were falling onto the beautiful city. The sky was no longer the blue-black colour of night; but different shades of orange, red and yellow like the sun setting over the far distant ocean. The explosions seemed to go on forever, but that didn't faze Jack.
"I know I'm standing on something." Rose commented shakily. Jack pulled a remote out of his pocket and the spaceship appeared. "Okay, you have an invisible spaceship. Very Spock." She laughed.
"Who?" Jack asked confused.
"Guessing you're not a local boy, then?" Rose inquired, sort of disappointed that he didn't get her Star Trek reference.
"A cell phone, a liquid crystal watch, and fabrics that won't be around for at least another two decades. Guessing you're not a local girl. Both of you." Jack answered back.
"Guessing right." Both Rose and I replied, simultaneously.
We stood there sipping on the champagne that Jack had poured for us.
"When are you from?" Jack had disturbed the silence, looking at me.
"21st Century, 2013." I causally glanced over. He looked like he wanted to say more, I knew that look.
"You know, it's getting a bit late. I should really be getting back." Rose interrupted. I looked over to her and mouthed, "Thank you!"
"We're discussing business." Jack whined.
"This isn't business. This is champagne." Rose interjected.
"I try never to discuss business with a clear head. Are you travelling alone? Are you authorised to negotiate with me?" Jack continued. "I have something for the Time Agency. Something they'd like to buy. Are you in power to make payment?"
"Well, I, I should talk to my companion." Rose stuttered hoping that he would take the hint.
"I'm sure the Doctor would gladly talk to you about the thing for the Time Agency." I stopped. Rose was staring at me as though I had her doll and she wanted it back. Shit…I thought, this should be interesting to explain.