Finding Sexy

chapter 1

I was just walking down the street when an old friend pulled me into the car. I didn't recognize him at first. Last time I saw him he looked older and was wearing a different outfit.

"Same person, different face." He said after I realized what was going on. "What the hell was that for?!" I yelled as I buckled my seat belt. "And since when do you drive cars?"

"Ever since I lost the TARDIS." He mumbled.

"You WHAT?" I screamed in disbelief. I couldn't believe this.

Obviously he hadn't driven a car in America before because he kept turning into the wrong lane. We drive on the right side of the road here. Also, I kept having to grab the wheel because he would drift off the road or into the other lane a bit.

"I-I lost it. I lost it okay?" He said a bit louder this time. "Well, how did you do that, moron?" I asked. "Well, I may have fixed the chameleon circuit. I didnt know this until I was tired from working on her and went out for Jammy Dodgers, and then I couldn't find the Jammy Dodgers or her..."  He admitted. I groaned. I facepalmed and asked "You do know we don't have Jammy Dodgers in America, right?" "Oh my god, how the hell do you people LIVE?!" He exclamed. I just giggled and sighed in disbelief. I then realized and asked "We're getting off track, how are we going to find the TARDIS?" "We need to find Jack. He's got the tools we need." He replied "Oh my God. Have you tried the nearest strip club? Maybe he'll be performing tonight." I said sarcastically. The Doctor rolled his eyes and said "C'mon Annie. Yes he is sort of a man whore, but he is just a flirt because he can't die." The doctor furrowed his eyebrows and continued "Wait, that didn't make any sense... You know what I mean. Don't tell Jack I called him a man whore." I laughed. It was silent in the car for a while until I asked, "Well how are we going to find Jack so we can find the TARDIS? I feel like I'm playing real life 'where's waldo'" The Doctor was quiet. I'm pretty sure he was thinking really hard because he's never this quiet. "I think he's in California. I saw and article in the news who survived getting bit by a bus and dragged several yards without a scratch. There was no picture, but they described him like Jack." I said, breaking the silence. "Then off to

California!" He yelled, throwing one hand in the air. "Doctor, we're in Kansas. A four day drive at the minimum." I said. He turned on the radio, and started loudly and obnoxiously singing along. "Then get comfortable kiddo!" He yelled as he patted my leg.