Hello! Sorry it's been a while – been stuffed up with illness and exams. I've come to a point where I'm not sure what to do. Would you lot like Jack in the story or not? And would you like it to be the same story or a different one? Please review and tell me because I have no idea whatsoever :p Anyway, enjoy!
"No, no, no, no!" The Doctor shouted, and took out his anger by wrestling with a lamp that stood in the corner, before knocking it over and moving further into the little room, pushing things away before he slid down the wall, his head in his hands.
Jack and Chloe looked nervously at each other. Neither of them had had to deal with someone who had seemed so upset before. Well, Jack had with Gwen once, but the Doctor was a Time Lord – the universe knew how he'd react. Plus, it wasn't a full on breakdown; it was just not being able to cope. Chloe came up to the Time Lord and sat next to him. "I don't need this!" The Doctor grumbled, "I've had to much of this already; I don't need more of it!" "No one needs news like that but we do need it at the same time," Chloe noted. The Doctor raised his head and questioningly looked at Rose's daughter. She was young; she was a newborn baby compared to him yet she had just said one of the wisest things he'd ever heard. Then again, she was Rose and the Metacrisis's daughter – if anything, she would be clever. "Do you need anything, Doc?" Jack asked suspiciously. What was he meant to do with an upset Time Lord? Jack smiled, did he want a banana? "If you have it, a fez, tea and jammie dodgers, please. Love a fez..." The Doctor replied, smiling at Jack before looking at his shoes. Chloe silently repeated 'fez' to Jack, but Jack just shrugged his shoulders and walked out. "Is the fez a replacement for the Converse shoes? Or is that the bow tie?" Chloe asked, a small smile on her face. The Doctor looked up, frowning with thought. "Never thought about it really," he replied after a moment of silence, "Maybe both...No, the fez is for the shoes, the bow tie is for the tie and the tweed jacket is for the pinstripe suit." Chloe laughed then stopped for a moment and pondered. The Doctor looked at her and frowned, "What?"
"I think it's been a while," Chloe replied, letting her eyes wander away as she thought, "Since I laughed. Always been quite busy I suppose."
"It's good to laugh. Laughing's better than crying. Lots of things are better at crying."
"But crying's still important because it shows you have a heart, doesn't it?"
"Is that an actual question or one that I'm not supposed to answer?"
Chloe stopped and thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, really," she finally replied.
The Doctor chuckled at her response. She was so human but wasn't at the same time. What she was was interesting though, and he felt that he was obligated to do as Rose had said in the recording. Plus, he felt he wanted to show Chloe the stars; he wasn't sure why but that impulse that he had had to take all the others was there. "Where would you like to go, Chloe?" He asked, looking from his box to the teenager.
Chloe looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain. She was still so used to that; people explaining everything without her asking anything about it. "What do you mean?" She finally said, realising the Doctor hadn't caught onto that just yet.
"Anywhere in the universe, have you got any preferences?"
Chloe stopped and thought, "No, not really."
The Doctor laughed, "It's always better that way! Come on!"
He jumped up, helped up Chloe and went to the TARDIS with her.
