So here's the next chapter for you guys. Thanks for being so patient! :)
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When the TARDIS did finally slow down and/or land the first thing Donna did was rush over to her best friend. His breathing was heavy but regular, his hearts were both beating, and, overall, he actually looked quite peaceful and happy. Donna stood up and looked quizzically at the Time Lord; she couldn't just leave him lying on the floor…there could be a blood thirsty Pomeranian puppy out there for all she knew! The more she thought about it, the more certain she became that she was right: she had to get the Doctor somewhere safe! So, a few moments later, Donna was dragging the unconscious alien by his ankles through the hallways of the time machine; she traveled confidently without any idea of where she was actually going. The TARDIS would take care of that bit. She shoved open a door to see a very comfortable looking bedroom with the biggest bed that she had ever laid eyes on. For a moment, she was jealous of the Doctor's position as she loaded him onto the mattress and pulled the blueish-grey blanket over his slim figure. Now that she had secured the safety of the universe and everyone in it, she was going to find out exactly where they had descended.
With slow, quiet steps Donna approached the door to everything. She debated how to open it, there was the Doctor way and then there was the cautious, any-sane-person way. With a sudden burst of speed she hurried towards the doors and flung one open; a moment later though she gripped the side of the TARDIS. Below her was a long drop, a whole building to be exact. The TARDIS had positioned herself at the edge of a building; there was no way to get out and nothing (except maybe a few spiders, birds, and climbing/flying aliens) could get in. The red-head retreated back into the interior of the TARDIS, slamming the door closed. She stood there, looking at it and thinking about how she almost fell to her death. With the more cautious approach this time, Donna peered outside. People tramped the sidewalk below and an endless stream of cars was making their way on a narrow road. Donna smirked slightly; this looked like London! She glanced around herself more carefully…it was London!
For some reason, the TARDIS had decided to crash-land smack dab in the middle of London! Now, the question was, why had the TARDIS landed there? What was so important about London in this time era? When were they anyway? Donna slid back inside and closed the blue door. With countless questions banging around in her head she sat down on the couch to think. Her fingers slipped into her pocket to pull out the watch but they met nothing. Donna's eyebrows furrowed as she searched her other pockets, where was it? Oh, she remembered now! The Doctor had taken it and then the ship had gone whacko; it must be on the floor somewhere. Donna walked around the room, staring at the floor. No it wasn't here…but if not here then where? There was a noise as the Doctor fell out the bed with a crash.
"Donna?" He called as he ran out, "I think the TARDIS threw me into the back room over there."
"No kidding." Donna muttered. Louder, she addressed the alien, "Do you still have the watch on you?" The Doctor looked alarmed,
"I assumed that you had it." He looked seriously panic stricken.
Donna shook her head. The Doctor rushed towards the doors and flung one open. His reaction was basically the same as Donna's. With a squeal of surprise, he threw himself back into the ship and slammed the door. His eyes were so wide that Donna was afraid that they might fall out,
"We're on the edge of a roof!" Donna raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes,
"You don't say!" she drawled sarcastically. The Doctor looked slightly annoyed,
"You know, you are the worst companion at reactions. I usually either get a, 'No way, really?!' or a, 'I KNOW! Tell me how Doctor because I have no idea!' at that point I usually just make something up really clever sounding and get them to look impressed." He scratched the back of his head.
"We're in London." Donna stated. The Doctor looked at her.
"How long have I been out?!" he asked in a voice that was slightly higher than normal. Donna shrugged, "Oh, thanks." The Doctor said, "I'm so glad that my companion takes such drastic precautions with time on a time machine."
Donna gave him a look, "Well," she began, "I'm not the Time Lord who has a…what was it? Oh yes! An impeccable sense of time." The Doctor opened his mouth but closed it again without saying anything. Donna smirked; she'd won again.
"The watch must've fallen out…" The Doctor reopened the doors. With one hand gripping the frame, he leaned himself out with a quizzical expression on his face. "We've got to find it!" He closed the doors again and ran over to the TARDIS console; he began to press buttons while looking at the screen. Donna blinked,
"Why?"
"Sorry?" the Doctor glanced at the red-head.
"Why do we need to find the watch? You said it wasn't important."
"It's not." The Doctor assured her.
"Then why are we looking for it?" Donna was understandably confused.
"Well, it's alien…and…extraterrestrial." The Time Lord muttered.
"Did you just say that we're going to find the 'not dangerous' watch because it's alien and because it's alien?" Donna drawled, almost as unimpressed as she was confused, "That watch is special, isn't it? You just don't want to tell me because there's something about it that you don't like."
The Doctor didn't answer, he jerked a lever down and the screen changed color. He focused his attention on their flight path.
"The watch is at least in a 200 mile radius…" He muttered out loud as he wrote something quickly on a piece of paper. Then he bounded across the room and jumped over the stairs (who uses stairs anyways?) and disappeared beneath the upper deck. A moment later he came back up holding his timey-wimey detector. Donna raised an eyebrow,
"What is that?" she asked.
"This? It's my Timey-Wimey Detector: it goes 'ding' when there's stuff."
"Thanks, that cleared up a lot." Donna informed him.
"Great! Shall we go explore London, then?" The Doctor questioned the red-head.
"Oh," said Donna, "but I was having so much fun sittin' here doing nothing!" The Doctor looked confused and slightly put down,
"Oh, okay…well…" He began. Now it was Donna's turn to look annoyed,
"We've got to work on your sarcasm detection skills." She groaned, "Yes, I want to go explore London. Let's go."
"Okay! Allons-y!" The Doctor cried as he opened the doors and came to a standstill. He turned to face Donna's 'I can't believe you just did that' face. "I'll get us down first…"
Donna nodded, "That'd probably be a good idea."
People below didn't even notice the blue police box that appeared out of nowhere. It was amazing how many people didn't bother to look up. Among them was a man. He paced quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself. His coat was pulled tightly around himself even though it was rather warm out; he looked around before walking into a thrift store. Inside he tried to go as quickly as possible. He pulled a white shirt off of the rack and stepped into the changing room; pulling off his coat he looked at his blood stained shirt that was full of holes. Silently, he picked out several bullets from his torn skin. Captain Jack sighed, so much for not getting involved with the news.
Yeah...the last sentence is rather grusome but that's probably going to be the most blood/physical wounds that anybody in this story is going to receive.
~SimmonsButterlfys