Jumping For The Stars

Chapter 25 - 42 Is My Lucky Number

Hey people, only eight more of the television series episodes left, then I've got an episode of my own and our finale.      Happy reading, May.

Chapter 25

42 Is My Lucky Number

August 9th, 2005

The Doctor is the smartest man I know. Though, it might be safe to say that he is the only man I've ever known, or rather talked more than three sentences to. Rory doesn't count, he'll always be the little kid who's chasing after Ames' heart before he even knows what love is. Those two goofballs.

But who am I to talk, I'm only seventeen. That's what the teacher's say. I can't get a word in with all of their silly assumptions.

"Mrs. Barns..." I asked a principal, and when she looked up from my file I could see it in her eyes that she already thought she knew.

Kicked out of so many schools, she was thinking, an explosion in the science lab! I could feel the disgust oozing from her skin.

Even Ames doesn't understand, she'll always be looking up to me with those big wide doe eyes and knew she'd never see me how they did. How the adults do.

Just think I'll be all grown up next year and it won't matter, my academic standing will be utterly smashed to bits because I'm 'too young.'

Still, the Doctor he's clever. As clever as anyone. It's been years since I last saw him, and I remember the way the he moved. Wild, back and forth. Then, I saw his eyes.

I'm not good with people, I know, I know I shouldn't read too much into it, but in his eyes you could see millions of things, billions of things. Planets, universes, Einstein, Bill Gates, Steven Hawking, all of them, all rolled together and more. He's like Sherlock Holmes...

I saw them outside my window. Not Einstein, Sherlock Holmes and all them, but the shadows. They're like ghosts, haunting me.

What's worse is I think that they're following Amy as well. She doesn't notice them, but I do and they stare at me while they stand by here, as if they're daring me to do something.

I hope it stops once I leave. Military school in the US starts next week. I'll stay there year round. I hope Ames is going to be okay.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. Seventeen years old as of today.

Love you,

Sincerely yours,

TK

The letter had fallen out of the notebook that Ailia had given him near the beginning of his time with her, his sharp eyes gazed at it, shocked.

He probably shouldn't have read through it, but he did anyway, The Doctor was always curious.

Who was it she was writing to? Why did Ailia have a letter with his name in it? Rory? Ames? Seventeen? Explosions? Who was TK?

The Doctor though about the date. August 9th. His internal clock might be off, but today was August 9th. Or wherever they were it was. Happy Birthday, TK.

He carefully put the letter, folded neatly back into thirds, in Ailia's journal, his hand hovering over the writing on the page that he'd been staring at for hours. It wasn't right, nothing was right about Ailia Mar.

Secrets with secrets, eyes that could pierce their way through your soul, knowledge that no one should know.

He glanced at the girl sleeping peacefully in the TARDIS infirmary. How could she of all people do all that?