Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R F I F T E E N

Chapter 15:

Augusta's POV

One month later, still no word from them, or from man that attacked me. My shoulder wound healed easily, and the Doctor, Rose, and I got very close. Saving planets seemed like a daily thing now. I was working on my reading as well, I even read my first book! I was so -- what did the Doctor say it was called? -- proud? Yeah, proud! It was about green eggs -- which, I didn't even know was possible to cook -- and some type of meat. 

Anyways, I also worked on some inventions, and almost blew up my room with one, so the Doctor took my tool belt for a week because of it. 

No episodes that I remembered has passed so far, since the last one we did was the one with Rose's dad. 

Also, my nightmares weren't as often as they usually were, and when I did have them, I would go to the Doctor's room, and sleep with him. I don't really know how he kept the nightmares away like that. It's probably a time lord thing, and I don't question it. If it keeps the nightmares away, then it's fine by me.

Everything's been pretty fine, so far. At least, up until now.

I was in my room, tinkering with one of my devices, when someone knocked on the door. "It's open," I called, not really wanting to get up from my spot. I saw the door slide open to reveal the Doctor, smiling at me.

"Hey there," he grinned at me, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing much, just messing with stuff," I admitted. The Doctor didn't usually come in my room, so this was new. "Did you need something...?"

"No, no. I just wanted to talk," he shrugged. "Can I sit?" He pointed to my hammock.

"Yeah, sure," I nodded, and pulled up my spiny, comfy chair on wheels, and rolled over to him. "What did you want to talk about?"

He leaned forward, folding his hands on his knees. "Tell me about your parents," he said. 

I blinked, "My parents?"

"Yeah, your parents. Not the foster parents, your real ones."

"Oh. Um... I didn't know them... I never really knew them, actually..." I frowned remembering that we were created, not born. Apparently, we were grown out of plastic circles dishes. I don't really know how that worked, but somehow, that made me. I always thought that all people were... Created like that. "Why do you want to know about my parents?" 

He leaned back, "I was just wondering... I have a time machine, and you've never met your parents. Wouldn't you like to see them?"

"No," I said instantly. He looked at me, "I've never had a mom or dad before now and I'm fine. Why would I need one?" Besides, I'm not exactly from this universe, so it would be pretty impossible to find them anyway.

He frowned, as if he didn't expect this kind of reaction, "Aren't you curious to find out who they are?"

"No," I shook my head. "I don't need them, so why would I want see them?"

"Don't think like that," he scolded lightly. "Everyone needs a mum. Even I had a mum at one point."

"I still don't want to see mine's," I insisted, "Well, more like I... Can't..."

He looked at me, "It doesn't matter if they're dead. Time machine, remember?"

I shook my head, "I still can't do that. It's complicated Doctor, I'm sorry." 

"Don't you want a family?" He asked. 

I shrugged, "What do families do?" 

"They're domestic. They laugh together and talk together. They love each other and sometimes get into fights, but it all clears up later."