The Whovianitis Files

Defining Brook: Square

sqaure

adjective \ˈskwer\

raised to the second power

"Daddy?" Brook said, walking towards the Doctor. Her voice was quiet and sweet like the ten year old she was, with a hint of anxiety in it. Clara was immediately intrigued by her tone of voice, and stepped forward to see the scene a bit better.

"Yes?" he replied absentmindedly, not looking up from his piloting. He took flying the TARDIS very seriously, and right now he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to his daughter.The Doctor just wanted to do what he was doing and not be interrupted.

"There's something I need to tell you." Brook was hardly even blinking, just staring ahead. It was almost like she was in a trance.

Clara was getting a bit irritated with the fact the Doctor didn't seem to care about what Brook was saying. This was his daughter, and he needed to do his fatherly duties. "Doctor!" Clara hissed. "Go talk to her. Just listen to her voice, she's really torn up about this."

The Doctor began to protest. "But I'm flying the TARDIS-"

"Let her help you, then," Clara said.

"But she's only 10 years old!"

Clara let out a sigh. The Doctor was certainly the one being more childish today. "We've seen her fly the TARDIS before, and she claimed that no one taught her how to do it. That means she can probably still fly it now."

The Doctor sighed. "Brook, do you want to talk while you and me fly the TARDIS?"

Brook nodded slowly, walking up to the TARDIS console. As soon as she touched the controls it was like she was posessed by it. Her every movement was perfectly coordinated to fly the TARDIS. But she hadn't forgotten what she needed to tell her father.

"Daddy, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while..." She bit her lip before she continued. "...but I've always been afraid to..."

The Doctor was pretty scared of what Brook was going to say. No one ever wanted to hear their daughter say they were afraid to tell them about something. No one ever wanted to hear that they were about to recieve the information their daughter had been afraid to tell them. Brook was avoiding his eyes at any cost.

"What is it, then?" the Doctor said, not fully looking at Brook. He looked slightly over her shoulder and saw her curly hair bouncing around as she moved.

Brook took a deep breath slowly brought her gaze up to her father's eyes. "I can talk to the TARDIS."

This caught the Doctor's attention, completely and fully.

"You can what?" Brook had never mentioned a single thing about this before. They had met before, but this, for some reason, had never come up.

Clara stood a few feet away from the two, watching everything that was going on. She was stunned herself but also rather amused by the whole thing. It was funny seeing Brook as such a little girl and watching how the Doctor reacted to that.

"I can speak to the TARDIS. I talk to her and I hear her voice in my mind and she is so kind..." Brook continued on. The Doctor was silent, trying to decide how he felt about this.

"Really? She hates me," Clara said, with a bit of a smile. The Doctor was being a bad parent again and Clara would have to step in and save the day.

"No, no she doesn't," Brook said. "She just doesn't like you. The TARDIS is only teasing you."

"Are you sure?" Clara said, lifting her eyebrows, trying to make this into a happy conversation. But Brook wasn't following her in that direction.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," Brook said, with a serious look on her face. She felt like Clara wasn't respecting how important this was to her.