So, I got positive reviews on the last chapter, and since I just finished six heavy-duty school assignments I decided I would unwind with some writing of the fanfiction variety. When we last heard from our heroes…
After fumbing around the TARDIS for a little while longer in the park, The Doctor and Amy rush off in the direction little Sam had gone in. Amy had no idea how they were going to find him, considering he'd gone off some time ago and they didn't have any leads. However as always the man had a plan. By 'as always' I mean something along the lines of 'once-in-a-blue-moon-on-a-planet-without-a-moon'.
So for a good two and a half hours The Doctor and Amy were on a wild goose chase around the town, asking people if they'd seen a boy matching Sam's description and where he'd gotten off to. They were starting to think they wouldn't find him when a shop owner had pointed them in the direction of the motel down the road. She didn't know a room number, but she suggested they ask the manager.
"Thank you!" and with that the two ran from the shop towards the motel. It wasn't a big place, and it really didn't look like a place you would want to take your children. More like where a cranky business man would stay on a trip for work. Maybe Sam's father was a cranky business man? An alien cranky business man? The Doctor made a mental note to ask Sam about his planet of origin later. Amy trotted along behind him, calling to him breathlessly,
"What if he's not there?"
"Then we wait for him to get back!" He shouted in reply, taking a quick look both ways before he crossed the street. Amy huffed and ran after him, wondering what the hell they would do waiting for him until he got back. How long would they need to wait? She hoped he was home.
Once they reached the motel, exhausted from all of the running they'd done the past few hours, they stepped as casually as they could manage into the front office and The Doctor walked up to the man behind the counter.
"Excuse me, have you seen a child come in here in the past couple of hours?" He asked, leaning over the counter, his personal-space-o-meter permanently in that state of disrepair. The manager, or who they assumed was the manager, looked him up and down before replying,
"A lot of people have kids. Care to specify?" He went back to whatever he was doing behind the counter, pushing buttons or writing something down as he stood there impatiently. He was really just waiting for the next shift to come in, he was waiting for the last one's replacement. Wouldn't she get an earful when she gets there. It'd been hours.
"About ye high," He held up a hand and measured it against the countertop, "Brown hair, probably had a backpack on him?" He made that face again. Not the face from before. That almost puppy-dog face when he wanted information he probably wasn't going to get. Amy had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. "Seen him?"
"Him? Yeah, he came in here a couple hours ago. Went to his room. Haven't seen him since, why? You a relative or something?" The manager rapped his knuckles on the underside of the desk when he raised his hand from whatever he was doing, letting out a sharp hiss and a curse under his breath.
"Oh, yes. Sammy is our nephew! Which room did you say he was staying in?" The Doctor backed up from the desk and turned his head to Amy, gesturing for her to start toward the door.
"13. Just down there," He pointed, then returned to tending to his knuckles. The other two left.
"Okay, room 13, where did you get to?" The Doctor spouted to nobody in particular, and Amy looked left and right to make sure they weren't being watched by any shady characters. Actually, nobody seemed to be around. "Ah, there you are, you beautiful… Door." He whipped out his sonic screwdriver and held it up to the doorknob, adjusting the settings until the door popped open. "Now let's see if our friend is home." He sucked in a breath and pushed the door inward.
He peeked his head around the door at the room. It was dimly lit, with a bed on either side of one wall. A dresser sat across the room from the beds, with a couple of cellphones and a small pocket knife resting on the surface. That was odd. He stepped into the room, motioning for Amy to follow and crept around the edge of the room by the wall. The Doctor was surprised by the sudden slamming of the door, and turned around. There stood Sam, a gun in hand, holding it up to the two of them to be exact.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Sorry it's kind of short. XD I'll keep on with it when I can. Maybe tomorrow.