Doctor Who : The Doctor And Felicity

CHAPTER THREE : Harrison Wells

I saw a huge house in front of me which in fact was beautiful. Two statues of angels greeted us. A lady come towards us.

She greeted us and politely asked us to come in. Her hair was mercury red and it tumbled over her shoulders. She had saccharine sweet lips. They looked blossom soft. She had an elegant outlook. She was wearing voguish clothes in an elegant manner. She had a shapely figure, had imp-thin body, was wasp-waisted. She had glossy skin with slender eyebrows. Her eyelashes were velvety with sea-nymph ears and a dainty nose. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. Her fingernails were varnished. She had rapture-blue eyes and pouting lips. She welcomed us in the house. Barry whispered to me, "This is Mrs. Wendy Wells. She's Dr. Wells' sis." We entered the mansion.

Everything looked opulent from the gleaming wood floors covered in loving throw rugs to the sheer curtains billowing like mist on the wall of floor to ceiling windows that faced a slope and then a sunset. Nothing else. The furnishing were old, but had a story to tell, so they had to be antiques with what looked like hand carved workmanship. Each area of the room melting with the beauty of the next with some delicate settees next to more heavy book cases and fireplaces that mated with the walls that appeared to be actually used.

A man in a wheelchair with midnight-black hair entered the room. He seemed to be at peace. It was not long till I realised that it was no other than Dr. Wells.
"Hello. You must be Felicity. Barry has told me a lot about you. Nice to officially meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Dr. Wells."

"Oh, please call me Harrison or Harry, whatever suits you."

He was perfectly serene. There was something about him that made me feel comfortable. Relaxed. Or maybe it was the house. Not sure but I always felt relaxed there.

"Forgive me, but I'm gonna start with the main reason why I asked for you whenever I heard that you were in Barry's school. The true reason I wanted you here because you are a 100% Divergent."

"What do you mean!?" I asked.

"He means that he wants you in on his experiment!"

I looked at him in a tensed way.

"Don't worry Miss Luther. I'm not going to use you as a lab rat. What I meant was that I need your help in an experiment,i.e, finding some stuff for the experiment and apparently, according to your blogs, I believe you're the perfect one."

This was a lot to digest. Since when was I so important. I was used to being the invisible misfit and suddenly someone wanted only my help from 7 billion people.

"And don't you worry, I'll pay you the figure you desire."

"I need some time to think about it Harry. Is it ok?" I asked.

"Sure. No problem. Take as much time as you need, but please do tell me an answer, Miss Luther."

He gave me a packet and said, "Go through it and do tell me your opinions. Looking forward to see you again."
I politely smiled.