It was quite odd, how the man just strutted into the house. As if it was his own. He looked through all of downstairs before turning to me. It was obvious what his question was. But I waited for him to speak. Strangely, he didn't. All the Doctor did was look straight into my eyes. It almost felt like my eyes were burning under the gaze of his. Quickly, I pulled my eyes away. I couldn't bare the sensation and it felt as if he was observing me. Like you observe a monkey in a zoo or a dolphin in an aquarium. Why he looked at me like that was a complete mystery.
"They're... They're upstairs." I said, embarrassment washing over me. Yet I didn't know why. I normally knew why for everything. For once I didn't. Once I heard him turn away the feeling was completely gone. How could he have been the cause of it? Maybe some scientific gadget creating a fake feeling of embarrassment? Who knew how he did it and if it was even possible that he did it. But, now the feeling was gone, I dismissed the whole thing. It was not something I should worry about, I told myself.
"COME ALONG, PONDS!" The Doctor screamed. It made me cover my ears. My decision was not to interrupt him. Maybe he could make even worse feelings overcome me. Plus, I trusted him. For some odd, wierd, spontaneous reason I really did. It was instinct. Then again, I did still have the personality of an 8 year old. Could it possibly be natural for me to trust someone who made me laugh, or even just anyone? I wouldn't like to think so but I had to trust that theory for now.
"Doctor, shut up, will ya?" Gran shouted at him in her lovely Scottish accent. I saw the Doctor give me a quick grin before running up. Slowly, I approached and climbed up the stairs as well. Normally I'd run up after him but I felt tired. So when I finally came to Grans room I gave her a big smile.
My Grans isn't a normal Grandma. For one simple reason: she isn't old. Normally with the word Grandma you think an old lady on an automated trolley going grocery shopping, or knitting. Meanwhile I think of a lively ex-adventurer who's still in her young thirties. All the kids in my class would probably give their education for a Gran like mine. Probably because they hate learning. Ignoring that fact, I ran up to her and gave her a big hug.
"So, who's the kid?" The Doctor asked, leaning on the nearby dresser before accidentally falling off. This made both me and Gran laugh, making Gramps wake up. He wasn't pleased. But when he saw the Doctor his expression turned into one of disbelief.
"This is Jessica Melody Pond." Gran said. I took this as my cue to leave. Not because she hinted it or anything, but because it was my name and it triggered my tiredness again. So I stumbled out into my room and fell onto my bed. It took only a few minutes to make me fall asleep. Yet, that sleep was quite fragmented. Not only did it make me more sleepy but I had strange dreams. Dreams which faded away as soon as I woke up. The only memory of them was being weirded out.
At my time of waking, it was only seven hours later. It was Sunday, so there was no school to worry about. When looking out of my window, I saw a big blue box. The strangest thing I had ever seen. But I had seen it before. My Great-Gramps had newspapers from a while ago. They had pictures of streets with police boxes on corners. It was quite interesting to read about the past and the economical and technological changes throughout the years.
"FISH FINGERS AND CUSTARD! Get your delicious breakfast here!" I heard that familiar voice shout from downstairs. It made me sigh. That man was the strangest person I had ever met. He continued his shouting, "Come along Ponds and get your lovely breakfast here!"
"Shut up, you crazy, crazy person!" Gramps shouted. This made me burst out in laughter. Energetically, I made my way downstairs. The doctor had his strange jacket and bow tie on. Did he sleep in that? The question was laughable, though valid. His whole attire did look quite wrinkled. Then again, it did yesterday too. Ignoring the fact of his strange outfit, I moved along. Getting my little stool I started to make my own breakfast.
"What are you doing? You can't make breakfast all by yourself!" The Doctor exclaimed. Grans came behind him and told him about my capabilities. He seemed quite intrigued how I came to have this knowledge, when she escorted him to another room. My intelligence also came with acute senses, so I could hear their conversation clearly while making breakfast.
"She is..." I heard mumbles from Gran.
"What how could she be a - a -" I heard him be hushed by Gran.
"She's yours and Melody's..." Gran went very quiet again.
"Why are you being so quiet about it? Why don't you just say -"
"She's too young to know!"
"But she can't hear!"
"Oh, Doctor, she can, didn't you know her senses are acute? She can hear a dog bark from a mile off!"
Then the conversation obviously turned into hushed whispers but it was clear who they were talking about. It was clear to me after all that time. Why I trusted him, why he looked at me like that was because he saw him in me! I was the Doctors daughter and apparently Melody, who was probably Grans and Gramps daughter, was my Mother.