unsure; a Doctor who fanfiction

Kidnapper

Tiffany's POV

When my headache/migraine went away, I looked up to find myself in the Doctors arms in front of the Police call box.

"Hey!" I protested. "I'm not going back in there!" I started struggling.

"Why not?" Rose asked.

"Because this guy-" I jutted my head towards the Doctor, "-tricked my mind into thinking that there's a huge space crammed into that tiny box!"

The Doctor chuckled. "Don't need to trick your mind if it's actually there," he said.

"How can the outside be smaller than the inside?" I pointed out. "You can't just shove something bigger than a house inside a call box!"

The Doctor acted offended. "Oi! Police call box!" I laughed, in spite of myself. The Doctor and Rose laughed too. I tried to stop, but failed miserably.

"Stop, stop!" I said, giggling hysterically. "I'm not supposed to laugh with my kidnappers!"

The Doctor grew serious. "I promise you Tiffany, we are not your kidnappers," he said quietly. I shook my head.

"How do you expect me to believe you?" I replied sadly. "You don't even give me an explanation as to how I got here. You've got to admit, the bets are on you for being my kidnapper. It makes a lot more sense than 'you just sort of appeared'. If you give me a good explanation, then I might believe you, but right now..." I shrugged. "I just can't." The Doctor sighed, and turned to Rose.

"I think we should take Tiffany to your mums house, Rose," the Doctor said. "It'll be safe for her there." I frowned.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you Doctor," Rose said, "How come you didn't show up at her house in the first place?"

"Miscalculated," the Doctor muttered. Rose laughed.

"You do that a lot!" she accused.

"Do not!"

"You so do!" Rose said, doubled over in laughter.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter right now. Let's just get her to Jackie, alright?"

"Alright!" I fumed.

"Yes, it is!" The Doctor replied.

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Jackie's POV

I heard the doorbell ring while I was drinking tea. I set down the cup, while muttering to myself about those darn businessmen. The doorbell rang again.

"All right, all right! I'm coming you Plum!" I said annoyed.

I opened the door and started to say, "Look, I don't want to buy one of your stupid-"

"Mum!" Rose said, eyebrows raised. "Calm down, it's just us." I squealed when I saw her.

"Rose! Oh, I missed you so much!" I then looked at the Doctor. "Ugh."

"What did I ever do to you?!" The Doctor asked defensively. I ignored him, looking at my daughter.

"Look at you, you look aged! Come on, come in, I'll get you a nice cup of tea," I said tugging at her arm.

"Umm, actually, I can't stay," she said, looking apologetic. "I have a favor to ask you."

"What? What is it?" I asked. "I'm not gonna babysit him," I looked at the doctor pointedly.

"I don't need a babysitter!" he said, looking hurt. "I'm over 900 years old, I'm old enough to be your great great great great great-"

"Doctor," Rose said sternly. She turned back to me. "We need you to watch this girl. Tiffany." She pulled a girl hiding behind the Doctor. I gasped.

"Oh my-!" I pushed the Doctor into a wall and slapped him. "How long was it for you two?!" I demanded. "I swear-"

"Mum!" Rose yelled, pulling me away from the Doctor, who had his arms up trying to protect his face. "Stop, it's not like that!!" She was horrified.

I looked at Rose, then the girl who's face had turned green. Oops...

"Oh," I said sheepishly. The Doctor lowered his hands cautiously. I slapped him again. "What are you thinking bringing a little girl as a companion!" Rose grabbed my arm and pulled me back again, and didn't let go.

"Mum!!" she cried. "That's not it at all!!!"

"Well what is it then?" I demanded. The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, then at the girl.

"Well..."

HAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER!!! I hope you all liked the chapter.

Also... VOTE OR JACKIE WILL SLAP THE DOCTOR UNTIL HE REGENERATES. AND WHEN HE FINISHES REGENERATING SHE WILL SLAP HIM AGAIN!!! SO VOTE!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT THE DOCTOR TO SUFFER?!?!?!

Thanks again to all of you readers reading this lovely reading book. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go ask the Doctor to dance, even though he's trying to get through concrete. 'Are you my mummy?'