Chapter 6
I know I haven't posted in months, but I got bored with this story. But I am happy to say that the previous episode of Doctor Who inspired me to start writing this again. I hope you guys didn't give up on me. Well even though I don't deserve it after I sorta abandoned this story, PLEASE forgive me and review! So glad to be back(:
*Still Nathaniel's Point of View*
"Dinner's ready!" Rose yells from the kitchen. Ava sprints sliding into the room on her fuzzy socks. The Doctor follows behind, but instead ninja rolls into the sweet smelling kitchen.
"Show off," Ava complains, sticking her tongue out. A warm homemade pizza sits on the table. The steam radiates off the melted cheese, and the pepperoni sizzles with grease. I wave the aroma toward my nose taking in its delicious smell.
"We never had anything like this at home," I sigh, as Rose cuts the pizza up into eight equal slices.
"Well, dig in then!" Rose laughs, handing me two pieces on a thin paper plate. The Doctor takes a large bite of his, but instantly starts gagging. He forces the pizza down, and shakes his head.
"Blimey, it's hot. Ava, get me a glass of water, will you?" Ava grabs four glasses from the cabinet and fills all of them up with water. She sets them around the table, before going back to the counter to get napkins. While Rose and the Doctor are too busy flirting, I pull the flask with the love tonic from my pocket. I tip the bottle ever so slightly as to drop only a few drops, before replacing the cork and returning it to my pocket. The gold tonic swirls in the water for a few seconds, but becomes undetectable by the time they all sit down at the table. I dig in to my pizza that is set before me, trying to keep calm and inconspicuous. I had strategically placed myself across the table from Ava so when she took a sip of her water, I would be the first man she sees. My stomach churns, making it hard for me to stomach the pizza. Just one sip…that's all it takes. Just one sip, and she'll love me again. Finally after an agonizing wait, she takes a long sip of water. I hold my breath, but as I am about to say her name for good measure, something does not go according to plan. My stomach flips in my abdomen. My heart stops beating. The Doctor catches her attention.
"So did you finish the paper that I assigned last night?" She turns to him, and I see a gold sparkle flash before her eyes. Her once slightly annoyed look is replaced by one of adoration. I feel as if I'm going to be sick. She leans her head on her hand as she gazes at him longingly.
"No, not yet. I'll finish it tonight, I promise," she sighs, almost too sweetly. Surprised by her seemingly willing demeanor, he smiles.
"Really? No hormonal teenage backtalk?" The Doctor asks. She shakes her head. He grins even wider. "Good."
*Ava's POV*
Okay, you can do this. I stand in front of the door to his bedroom. I run my hands over the short, curve-hugging, black dress I found in my closet, and rub the pink lip gloss onto my lips again. I push back the auburn waves that hang in my eyes and steady the six-inch, red, stiletto heels that I paired the dress with. I fidget with the paper in my hands, before mustering up the courage to knock on the door. The door swings open, and the Doctor stands there still in his suit and tie even though it's eleven o'clock at night.
"Hey, sweetheart! Ah I see you have that paper finished for me! I'll grade it tonight. Wait…why are you dressed up? Are you with Nathaniel because I explicitly told you…" he says strictly. My heart practically melts when he calls me "sweetheart". He pulls the paper from my hands.
"I'm not interested in Nathaniel, Doctor. You should know that…" I interrupt. The look of anger disappears, and he smiles again.
"Well then, if you want to pop in for a bit, I'm working on a study of recessive mutations in Sycorax, Plasmavores, and Homo Sapiens," the Doctor offers, pulling the door open further. Even though I have been in the TARDIS for some time now, I have never been in the Doctor's room. It was considered one of my many "off-limits" areas. Usually I would ignore him and explore them anyway, but his room was different. More personal, I guess you could say. The Doctor has many secrets, but this one I wasn't going to go prodding about. I hesitantly follow him into the room where the lights are dimmed to an eerie blue glow. My mouth gapes in awe at the dark blue walls and suspended hologram on the ceiling. The whole universe, every last star, moon, and planet is illuminated above my head. The walls are littered with blueprints, diagrams, and maps of everything you can imagine. A king-sized bed lays against the wall on the left side with clean, white sheets. The bed is perfectly made, showing that it is not used very often. He leads me over to a large white table covered with papers, microscope slides, three calculators, three microscopes, three pens, and a pair of glasses. The Doctor places the glasses on his face and continues with his work.
"I have been looking into mutations of the Mitochondrial DNA in human cells and trying to find similar mutations in the cells of Sycorax and Plasmavores. It really is fascinating how the damaged DNA of each species are so alike. Also, did you know that the Mitochondrial DNA of Homo Sapiens is passed down through the mother because the egg destroys the sperm's mitochondria? But funnily enough the opposite is true in Sycorax and Plasmavores. Their Mitochondrial DNA is inherited through the father. Look here, this cell has Culocraniosomatic Neuromuscular Disease. The proteins are impaired resulting in-" the Doctor explains, babbling on and on. He rushes from microscope to microscope pointing out the abnormalities and then scribbling some numbers and words on a couple pieces of paper.
"Hey, do you think we could just relax for a second," I sigh, rubbing his arm and batting my eyelashes. He reluctantly pauses, but nods.
"Um, sure…is something wrong, Ava?" He asks with concern. I flip my hair back and lean in close to his ear.
"I haven't been feeling well lately," I whisper, pausing, "I think I need a doctor."