TARGET [Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction]

Chapter 6 : Target Locked

Ever have those times when you just get too hooked on something that you completely forget the time? Like your favourite TV series perhaps? Or reading the next chapter in a Harry Potter book? Little to no surprise that one and a half episodes of Doctor Who later, Tina was still curled up on the sofa, oblivious of the time. Her mouth hanging slightly agape, her eyes were transfixed on the screen watching the 10th Doctor, her favourite Doctor, in her favourite episode, The Girl in the Fireplace. She didn't know what made it her favourite, from the sassiness of some of the lines to the richness of the story and costumes, she just wished that she could be Reinette in that moment. The Doctor had just saved her, and now they were having a 'moment'.

{Reinette Poisson: A door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction. Oh, Doctor, my lonely Doctor... dance with me.
The Doctor: I can't.
Reinette Poisson: Dance with me.
The Doctor: This is the night you dance with the king.
Reinette Poisson: Then first I shall make him jealous.
The Doctor: I can't.
Reinette Poisson: Doctor. Doctor who? It's more than just a secret, isn't it.
The Doctor: What did you see?
Reinette Poisson: That there comes a time, Timelord, when every lonely little boy must learn how to dance!}

Ding dong

"No! Not now! It's getting to the good part!", Tina moaned in annoyance as she gasped at the time. Again the doorbell sounded, along with a heavy pounding at the door. Growling in frustration, she snapped off the TV, tossing the remote onto the table before storming to the front door. "What?!", she snapped to a startled driver, dressed in a suit who'd been taken by surprise at the door suddenly opening. "Erm, car for you Miss Highlands", he said wearily, indicating to the car behind him, parked outside the house. "Oh. Yeah, sorry. I'm ready", she muttered embarrassed as she felt her cheeks burning. "It's okay miss. Follow me", he said sincerely as Tina shut the door behind her, letting the man escort her to the car, opening the back door for her to jump in. She eased herself down into the seat before the driver closed the door. Tina just had chance to quickly check her reflection in the mirror before the driver got in and started the engine.

After several minutes of driving with no talking at all, Tina had come to the conclusion that he'd been ordered not to talk to her. She saw him occasionally glancing in the mirror at her as she sat there, aimlessly staring out of the blacked out window. She could see him gripping the wheel tighter, occasionally clenching his jaw in frustration as he drove along. She thought he looked a bit cute, with ruffled blonde hair, but he was in his mid 30s, so there was no way she could be attracted to him, well, maybe a bit. "You know you can talk to me", Tina giggled after the awkward silence became too much to bear as she watched him biting his lip, as if wanting to say something. He was a bit startled by her sudden outburst, but had a little laugh himself. "It's alright miss. I have been told not to, so I would like to keep it like that, no offence", he charmed, glancing back at her in the mirror. "Well, I think it's an offence and I order you talk to me. You work for my dad, therefore you work for me, right?", she commented, adjusting her skirt as she turned to face him, leaning forward in her seat. "Fair enough. You have a point. Order overruled then", he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he flashed her another grin in the mirror. "So, what's your name? All the usual questions, etc. Plus, any juicy gossip?", she asked, curious to learn more about her driver. By now they'd reached the centre of London so the traffic was basically crawling along, but Tina didn't care if she was going to be late, this was much more entertaining. "Name is Charlie miss. Been working for your father about 3 months now, and gossip? Mmm", Charlie trailed off in thought as his eyes followed a man walking briskly through the crowd, looking over his shoulder, both their eyes connecting is a stare before he disappeared around a corner. "Gossip as in celebrities?", he asked as he turned around to look at Tina, who nodded enthusiastically. "You watch Sherlock?". "Religiously, yes!", Tina squealed, practically nearly leaping off her seat, eager to hear more. "Well, you know that guy, Cumber-something...". "Cumberbatch!", She corrected him, making him chuckle. "Yeah, that guy. Well, word on the vine is that he ain't single no more ...", Charlie whispered to her, giving her a wink. "What!? You mean he's seeing someone!?", Tina screamed. "Ouch! Yes. Some director apparently, but you didn't hear that from me, so shhhh", he chuckled, rubbing at his ear, before focusing his attention back to the road. Tina fell back in her seat, both happy and excited at the prospect of being told such fantastic news. She was happy for him; it must be hard to be a famous actor and to try and have a normal life without getting all the media attention. Tina let her mind wander to her little fandom dreams as they continued to trundle along on the way to the restaurant.