The Man From Her Dreams ☾ Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter 27~ Saving Ginger and Brunette

Hey, guys! 
Many things happened in this days... As you probably heard Paris was attacked and there were many deaths... For whoever lives in France or has family/friends there I really hope they are fine. I also hope this thing will pass soon. I am... Still shocked for what happened!...

Anyway, let's talk about something else, shall we? I am thanking you for the comments and votes and now I want to ask you guys something: do you like Elizabeth/Melody's character? How do you imagine her? D'you find her cute, cool, sassy, selfish, funny, adorable, horrible...?

Please comment.

Have a good day. I love you all.

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Slight panic speared across the Doctor's features as he watched the cab driving away.

He stared after it, trying to come out with a plan to save Melody and Donna. He wasn't loosing someone else. Not now that he just lost the most precious thing in his life. He had to save them.

He looked back at the Santa's playing the trumpets. Suddenly one of them lowered his trumpet ominously.

The others followed and now all three of them held the instruments like weapons.

The Doctor soniced the cash machine causing notes to fly everywhere. There was mad scramble and confusion as people ran around trying to catch the money, then stuff it into their pockets. The Doctor meanwhile ran back in the direction of the TARDIS.

[TAXI]

Donna, Melody and the masked Santa drove along in the taxi.

«I promise you, mate, I'll give you the rest when we get there. Oh, I look a mess.» Donna stressed, taking her veil off, trying to catch her breath.

Melody moved her eyes from the window to Donna only to see the woman breathing heavily from stress.

«Hurry up!» she shouted to the driver, then started to beat her leg nervously, causing Melody to jump up on her seat slightly.

The girl bent forward to be closer to the driver and smiled a little «Please?»

Melody then already returned watching out of the window again when Donna suddenly looked around. «Hold on a minute, I said: Chiswick. You've missed the turning.» she noted.

Melody looked up, frowning, her eyes flickering from Donna to the driver in slight confusion. He didn't respond.

«'Scuse me? We should've turned off back there. We're going the wrong way!» Donna told him, not getting any response, though.

The taxi now joined the motorway and cut across the lanes, causing other drivers to beep their horns angrily.

Melody tarted looking around, trying to understand what was happening.

«What the hell are you doing? I'm late for the wedding. My own wedding. Do you get that?» Donna meanwhile shouted.

Melody, who was looking out of the back window of the cab, spun her head around to look at the driver, her eyes wide as she understood they were in danger. «Turn around!» she shouted. Donna too understood there was something wrong.