The Historian

First Contact

Aliens of London- Part 1

The Historian slipped her karki jacket on and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. The hair was her favourite thing about this regeneration of hers, and she wanted to keep this face for as long as she could. " How long have I been gone?" Rose called. They had returned to London so Rose could see her mum... but no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, The Historian was only reminded of Henry whenever she heard the word 'London.'

"About twelve hours." He told her.

"Oh. Right, I won't be long. I just want to see my mum."

The Historian closed the door to the TARDIS. "What're you going to tell her?" she asked.

"I don't know. I've been to the year 5 billion and only been gone, what, twelve hours? No, I'll just tell her I spent the night at Shareen's. See you later. Oh, don't you disappear."

"Course not." The Historian yelled after her.

As she ran up the stairs, the Doctor tapped the Historian on the shoulder. "Found this." She looked down and saw a key in his hand. "For the TARDIS, figured youd need one... if you plan on staying, that is?"

She looked up at him and slipped it inside her pocket. "Of course I'm staying... it's where I'm meant to be, right?"

He grinned widely, but then stopped. "Oh no." He said.

The Historian whipped around and saw what he was looking at. A poster with Rose's face on saying 'police appeal...' "doctor... its 2006... it's been a whole year..."

The Timelords instantly raced off towards the Tyler household, bundling themselves through the door. The Doctor, being the one with the most breath, spoke. " It's not twelve hours, it's twelve months. You've been gone a whole year. Sorry."

"Timing... not good." The Historian groaned. "But rusty flying it still."

She saw Rose's mother staring at them, astonished...

***** *****

Jackie Tyler was someone the Historian instantly loved, and disliked at the same time. "The hours I've sat here, days and weeks and months, all on my own. I thought you were dead, and where were you? Travelling. What the hell does that mean, travelling? That's no sort of answer. You ask her. She won't tell me. That's all she says. Travelling."

A police officer across the room tried his best to keep up with mrs tyler, scribbling everything down. Rose groaned. " That's what I was doing."

"When your passport's still in the drawer? It's just one lie after another."

" I meant to phone. I really did. I just I forgot."

"What, for a year? You forgot for a year? And I am left sitting here. I just don't believe you. Why won't you tell me where you've been?"

The Doctor chimed in. "Actually, it's our fault. We sort of er, employed Rose as our companion."

"When you say companion, is this a sexual relationship?"

The three looked at him with wide eyes. "No."

Jackie looked more angry than before. "Then what is it? Because you, you waltz in here all charm and smiles, and the next thing I know, she vanishes off the face of the Earth! Youve got another kid too!" she turned to the historian. "She cant be any older than Rose! How old are you then? Forty? Forty five? What, did you find her on the Internet? Did you go online and pretend you're a doctor-"

" I am a Doctor."

Jackie scoffed. "Prove it. Stitch this, mate!" And she slapped him across the face. Hard.