The Doctor's Fate

Why Can't I know?!

"Here we are, 1818 Italy. We are in front of Mary Shelly's home and is very kind to fans." Doc explains with a wave of his hand. I chuckle and go to the door to go through. Not really waiting for anyone besides Doc to catch up. I think Oswin's okay, but I usually try to stay away from anyone who he travels with. They either resent me or think I'm annoying, well actually only two really didn't like me... I've tried in the past to be nice. But never quite worked out. Rose-jealous. Martha-resentment. Donna and my grandparents Amy and Rory Pond/Williams were the only nice ones. Well here's Jack too, but I don't get to see him much anymore...

"Fate! Wait up will you!?" Doc yells from behind me pulling me out of my trance. I tend to do that when I remember stuff. 

"Huh? Oh sorry Doc, just excited I guess." I smile hoping to distract him that I was all trancey and odd.

"Well, make sure not to do that again please, I know you're excited but I don't want to lose you. " Wow, Doc actually showing fatherly affection, that's a shocker.

"Alrighty Doc, I'll try but you know how I am." If he's this protective right now, better to try and listen than to rebel and have him yell. When he yells, I seriously believe that the planet stops turning until he's happy again.

"Clara! Will you hurry, Fate's going to leave us behind!" Out steps Clara in an old fashion dress, now here's the thing. Doc looks like he's just seen a ghost, wait didn't he have a girlie who-

"You look stunning! Now come on, we don't have all day!" He and myself snap out of trances and hurries Clara out the door. He really can't wait to show her everything can't he?

"He really likes her, doesn't he Grams? I haven't seen him with another human since..."

Grams hums in agreement.

"Do you like her?"

Gram hums two shorts and one short.

A little diagram for you all: one hum short-disagree, one long hum-something's wrong, two short hums-agree, three meduium hums-laughing, one short-disagree. Then again being concieved here helps me translate her hums to more vocalized things in my head. 

"Reallly? Why? Ma told me some stuff about her, while she told me everything about the others. Made me kinda curious, but what could be so odd about her that even you're on the frit with her?"

(Author's note here, I'm just making this up so forgive me if it coinsides with morse code and it's wrong, also, if in the next one, you want me to vocalize the TARDIS let me know in the comments. P.S. periods=short hums, dashes =long, underscores=medium)

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"Well why can't you tell me?!"

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"So, this time I have to learn it in order?! That's unfair!"

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"Sorry Grams...I didn't mean to get snippy."

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"I love you to Grams, well gotta spilt!"