Who She Is (A sequel to Who?)

The New Me

Because I love my readers I decided to write a sequel!

I hope you guys enjoy!

The Doctor stood up quickly and ran to get a bottle of wine from the kitchen. We had already shared one. This new body of mine really liked to drink. In fact, a drink was one of the first things I asked for.  

The minute the Doctor was out of the room, I stood up and admired myself in the console mirror. I still wasn't used to the way I looked. My former self was tan skinned, black curly hair, and very Hispanic, down to the accent. I ran my hands through my now ginger-blonde hair. It was super straight. My skin had a slight tan but had a milky white undertone. I was still very short and skinny. The new me looked so innocent, as if I had never done anything wrong in my life. There was one things that stayed the same though, my eyes. I was born with eyes the same color of the TARDIS and I was determined to keep them.  

I heard the Doctor whistling down the hallway. I patted my hair down and sat crossed legged on the floor. He walked into the room and raised one eyebrow.  

"Looking at yourself again, aren't you?" He commented. I looked down, pretending to be ashamed.  

"I'm not used to this quite yet!" I paused and looked confused. The new accent distracted me. He started to laugh like crazy. I rolled my eyes and spotted the bottle in his hands. I rolled on to my hands and knees and snatched the bottle from his hands. I tried to open it but it was too tight. I grudgingly handed it back to the Doctor. He chuckled once more. He twisted the top off and popped the cork out. I held out my glass and he poured the white wine into it. He took a seat right across from me. I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip.  

The Doctor stared at me, his eyes gentle and loving. As soon as he noticed that I realized he was looking at me, he glanced away. A laugh escaped my throat.  

"What?!" He asked with fake embarrassment.  

"Nothing" I answered. I stared him in the eyes and playfully raised the glass to my lips. I swallowed quite a large amount of wine and set the glass down. I crawled over to him. I crashed my lips into his and he pulled me back, towards the floor. Our breath mingled as his hands ran over my back. Yep maybe we drank a little too much. I pulled away with a smile on my face.  

"It getting late. I'm going to head to bed." I explained. A slightly hurt look ran over the Doctor's face. I kissed his cheek and stood up, grabbed the glasses and set them in the dishwasher, something that the TARDIS had to have. In my opinion. I turned around, watching the Doctor fold up the blanket we had sat on. I rolled my eyes, falling to temptation.  

"Oh come here!" A sexy tone mixed with my voice. That was new. The Doctor, being a typical male, couldn't resist. He quickly walked the few steps that separated us and crashed his lips into mine. We moved too fast for me to realize. Before I knew it my back had slammed into the wall and my legs wrapped around the Doctor's chest. He kissed my neck as my hands wandered down to his shirt. Button after button separated. The Doctor eventually found my mouth. Our breath mingled. Our lips opened and closed in a familiar pattern, one that only me and the Doctor knew. All of a sudden, I felt a small vibration on my leg. I moaned but the Doctor misinterpreted it. His lips wandered down to my neck once more. I felt his pocket vibrate again.  

"Doctor, Doctor," I said, out of breath. "You have a message." The Doctor sighed and helped me back onto my feet properly. I stuck my hand in his pocket and pulled out the physic paper. I handed it to him. He looked at me confused but scanned over the messages.  

"Get off my daughter." He read out loud. I pulled the paper out of his hand and read it for confirmation. The paper buzzed again.  

"Thank you" It read.  

"How is this possible?" I asked the Doctor. "My father is gone. Probably dead."  

"Do you remember your father's name?" The Doctor asked. I shook my head no.  

"Well then I guess it's not something to worry about." He explained. "It might be just an echo. I don't know a single person who could send me a specific message like that." I looked at him with suspicion. I wanted my father to be alive so badly but I knew, more then anyone, he was dead. Yet inside me something told me that he wasn't completely dead yet.  

I looked at the Doctor. The passion of the moment had all but faded. I let out a huge yawn.  

"I'm going to sleep." He nodded and I kissed his cheek. I turned on my heel and walked towards my room. I quickly changed into my pijamas, a habit that I couldn't quite get rid of. I went through the usually nightly routine. I pulled back my covers on the tall four poster bed the TARDIS gave me and slipped in. After much shuffling, I finally made myself comfortable. I closed my eyes and waited.  

It wasn't long before the Doctor quietly opened and closed the door behind him. I heard him come towards the bed. The bed creaked as he climbed in with me. I continued to pretend to be asleep. I felt the Doctor's arm wrap around me. The bed creaked as he sat up.  

"I love you" he whispered into my ear. I grabbed his hand and flipped myself over to face him.  

"I love you, too." I kissed his hand, closed my eyes and slowly waded into unconsciousness.

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