A/N: Once again, thank you all for reading, following, reviewing and favouriting! As I said before, I didn't expect so many!
I have two different ideas for the next few chapters, one of which is set within the school, a little more related to the 'Aliens of London' and 'World War Three' episodes or the other one is a little less related and focuses a bit more on the Doctor and Rose's friendship (set outside of school). I'm not sure which one to do (as I like them both!), so if you have a preference, just drop me a PM or tell me in a review. Thanks!
Here's the next chapter. (There's a bit of a twist. Get used to that, I quite like twists!)
Reviews would be appreciated.
The Doctor, Rose, Gabriel and Gwyneth were walking along the corridor, moving further away from the hall where the teachers were, listening to Charles tell them his ideas about their ghost story for their English assessment. Five students, in a school in the middle of a powercut, desperately trying to get a phone back so they could call the electrician with corridors moving about, children disappearing and ghost encounters. Even the Doctor was impressed.
"The weird thing is that could actually happen to us right now!" Rose commented with a laugh.
"If ghosts existed, of course," Charles added. It didn't take a genius to realise that Charles had no belief in ghosts at all.
"We haven't been transported into the Maths corridor, have we?" The Doctor joked, moving the conversation along before anyone else could put in their view about whether ghosts were real or not; it could most probably cause another argument.
"Well, why don't you put your hand into you magic pocket, pull out that massive torch and find out?" Gabriel responded, using the idea from Charles' idea for their English assessment.
"That's alright, take the mick out of my ideas," Charles sulked, speeding up in annoyance. "I don't see anyone else coming up with any!"
"Oi, Charles!" The Doctor called after him, speeding up so he was able to walk alongside the irritated boy. "It pains me to say this but… you're idea isn't too bad." He felt someone hit his arm. Turning to see who had hit him and to rub his sore arm, he saw Rose giving him a look. "Oh, alright! It's great, fantastic, better than I could think of!"
"You know John, you're not quite as bad as I first thought you were," Charles told him, smiling slightly.
"Don't push it," The Doctor warned before making a sharp right turn into the Music department.
"Oh, trust me, I wouldn't dream of it!" Charles replied hurriedly, following him round the corner. Gabriel strolled behind them, hands in his pockets, beginning to wish he had stayed in the hall. His parents would probably be there by now and he could be outside in the snow rather than in a dark, and rather cold, corridor.
Rose and Gwyneth took up the rear of the group, walking side by side. "Did I hear that correctly?" Gwyneth asked quietly. "Did those two just complement each other?"
"I think so," Rose nodded slowly. "It didn't last long though, did it." Rose nodded ahead of them.
The Doctor, Charles and Gabriel were crowded around Saxon's classroom, arguing, once again, about the best way to get into the room.
"Kicking the door down will mean he'll know that someone has been in the room!" The Doctor protested, completely against Charles' suggestion.
"It's not like he not going to realise when he sees your phone has disappeared!" Charles shot back. "Kicking the door down will be faster than picking the lock anyway."
"Depends," The Doctor replied with a shrug.
"On what?" Charles responded, stepping backwards and folding his arms.
"How strong the person trying to kick the door in is compared to how skilled the lock picker is," The Doctor answered at full speed. Charles just stared at him, trying to decipher what the Doctor had just told him. "That's decided then!" The Doctor grinned, fishing about in his pockets. "We're picking the locks!" He shot Rose a grin before pulling a paperclip out of his pocket and positioning himself so he was ready to pick the lock.
"Has anyone checked to see if the door's locked first?" Rose queried, stepping over the Doctor who was knelt on the floor and pushing the door handle down. She wasn't too surprised to find how easily the door opened. "Oh, look!" She gasped, in mock surprise as she stepped into the music room.
The three boys looked at each other before piling into the room. Gwyneth lingered in the corridor. "Are you okay, Gwyneth?" Rose asked in concern as she noticed the girl remained outside the room.
"I'm fine, thank you," Gwyneth responded with a short nod.
"Are you not coming in?" Rose continued to ask her question, quickly glancing over her shoulder to make sure the boys hadn't started arguing again.
"I'll just keep watch," Gwyneth decided, managing a small smile. "In case the teachers come looking for us."
"Good idea," Rose smiled back before she disappeared inside the classroom, the door closing behind her.
Gwyneth sighed, glancing down the way they had come down the corridor. She didn't like how quiet it was. It was almost spookily quiet. She shuddered, thinking about the story Charles had made up for their English assessment. She was grateful that he hadn't given her too much to say; she hated speaking in front of loads of people, it made her worry, just like the eerie silence in the dark corridor was making her worry currently.
~CHS~
Rose left Gwen outside the classroom to see the three boys crowding around one of the drawers in Saxon's desk. The Doctor was squinting, struggling to pick the lock in the lack of light he had, the two boys crowding around him weren't helping as they were blocking the very little light he had.
Rose sat down on a table further away from the desk, trying to give the Doctor some space. She didn't know why she bothered, considering the fact that Gabriel and Charles was but she felt like she was helping even though she was on the other side of the classroom to him.
"You have checked that it's not locked this time, right?" Rose asked, hoping they hadn't made the same mistake as they did with the door. The boys were too engrossed on getting the drawer unlocked that they hadn't heard what Rose said.
Rose sighed, getting back onto her feet and looking around the classroom. Her eyes had adjusted more to the lack of light now so finding her way around a dark classroom wasn't as hard as it would have been ten to fifteen minutes ago when they were still in the school hall.
Within seconds, she had found herself beside the drum kit. She smiled to herself before picking up the drum stick. She covered her ears as best as she could with her left hand before hitting the drum as hard as she could with the drum stick, causing the boys to jump. The look on their faces had been priceless and Rose couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"Sorry, you didn't answer me when I asked you a question so I didn't think you'd mind me practising my drumming skills," she explained to them, putting on an innocent school-girl sounding voice. The Doctor smiled before turning his attention back to the lock. Rose tried asking her question again. "You have checked that it's not locked this time, right?"
"You don't think we're stupid enough to make the same mistake twice, do you Rose?" The Doctor asked, frowning as he continued to struggle to pick the lock.
"Well, Charles and Gabriel aren't," Rose admitted, returning to the desk she had been sitting on when she had first asked the question. "I'm not so sure about you, Doctor!"
"Oi!" The Doctor exclaimed, making a face which caused Rose, Gabriel and Charles to laugh at. Unfortunately, that hurt face didn't last long and was soon replaced by a look of triumph. "Yes!" He pulled the drawer open and rummaged through the paper within it.
"Don't say this isn't the right drawer," Gabriel groaned. "I just want to get home now!"
"Then go," Charles told him. "No one's stopping you."
"If you think I'm leaving before I know if he finds his phone or not, you're mad. This is quite entertaining!" Gabriel laughed.
"It's not entertaining for me!" The Doctor complained. "I can't get a new phone for another year and a bit!" He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it under a load of junk. "I didn't know Saxon was so messy!" The Doctor added as he stood up and closed the drawer.
"Who cares?" Charles asked, already heading for the door. "Let's go before he finds us in here!"
"I second that!" Gabriel agreed, hurrying after him. The Doctor and Rose glanced each other before leaving the room.
~CHS~
Before long, the five had found themselves back in the school hall. The Doctor and Rose had lingered behind Gwyneth, Charles and Gabriel (who all seemed in a hurry to get back) and, by the time Rose and the Doctor got back to the hall, all three were leaving the school with their parents. After a swift goodbye, the Doctor and Rose slipped back into the hall and joined the other two remaining students waiting for their parents. They received a few odd looks from the staff but no one asked them where they had been.
Rose noticed a tall, slim man with black hair (or at least it looked black in the lack of light) and wearing a suit, stood at the back of the hall reading a newspaper. She nudged the Doctor, "Is that your dad?"
The Doctor looked up from checking his phone for any messages. He scanned the room for a couple of seconds before his eyes fell on the figure Rose had previously been looking at. "Err…" The Doctor hesitated once again before finishing. "Yeah?"
The Doctor stood up, "See you tomorrow perhaps, Rose."
"All depends on the snow," Rose nodded.
The Doctor grinned and waved before walking towards the figure in the suit.
"Doctor!" Rose called, running up to him. "This is going to sound cheeky but is there any chance your dad could give me a lift home?"
Once again, the Doctor froze. "I'm really sorry, Rose but my, err, dad drives a two-seater."
"Oh, okay. Bye then," Rose nodded.
"Yeah, goodbye," The Doctor waved again before joining the figure in the black suit. He felt a little guilty but pushed the guilt away. He'd tell her the truth eventually… wouldn't he?