The Unexpected Hero

Fish Fingers And Custard

LACEY

I knelt down by the Doctor, who was circled around by inquisitive gossipers and curious cardboard box Cybermen.

I felt partially unaware that I was taking two sides... but the Doctor had a place in my heart no matter how evil he strove to be.

I slapped the unconscious man with my hand, the caring girl in me panicking for the Doctor.

That Master guy had a punch!

I scrunched up a bunch of tissues and held them against the blood dripping from the Doctor's nose. Taking that nursing course for an extra degree out of University was worth it!

Despite her angst of my well being, Rubie agreed to help me take the Doctor home.

I thanked Rubie a thousand times, but she just insisted on whatever made me happy, made her feel at peace. We hauled the Doctor into the hidden TARDIS, closing the door firmly shut before realising the outcome in our decision would definitely be a bad one.

Rubie experimented with the TARDIS controls excitedly while I tended to the Doctor.

"I think I figured it out," she snickered. I just nodded, throwing the mask off my face to get a better look at what I was doing.

"Bow ties are cool!" Rubie grunted, throwing her arm up in a majestic pose as she tried to mimic our beloved

TV Doctor.

To my surprise she navigated the TARDIS well, and the call box had appeared to land right on top of my coiled up garden hose. Ah, crap.

"Thank you so much," I smiled, unlocking my front door as quickly as I could manage.

"If you want to be with evil Who, I won't stop you." She held her hands held up before me.

I knew she felt upset about my helping of the Doctor, herself being a fan of that man she calls the Master.

I didn't know where she had gone after Eleven was propped onto my lounge, but I didn't worry about her as much as I would of liked.

I emptied out a packet of frozen fish fingers onto a baking tray, and lowered them into the oven.

"Evil Who," I repeated her words and laughed to myself, removing the foil lining off the custard tub.

Call me stupid, call me obsessed, call me stubborn... but I'm a fangirl. A crazy fangirl.

I looked over the the Doctor's, my eyes suddenly squinting. He didn't lay in that position when Rubie and I put him there. His top hat sat above him, causing my awareness of his wake.

"Doctor!" I whispered harshly, "Doctor!"

The smell of the cooking fish fingers filled my nostrils. I exhaled loudly, getting up to check if they weren't burning.

I turn the oven off, taking out the tray carefully and shaking off the fish onto a serving plate.

I brushed off my hands and put the plate on the dining table, smiling when the Doctor's head shot up.

"Fish fingers and custard..." He was at my side, looking around at the food joyfully. I couldn't lie, his sudden enthusiasm for being with me startled me. Quite literally, made me step back from the impact of shock.

"You get up for this, and not the awesome moment when Rubie piloted the TARDIS?" I made the tut tut sound.

"Fish fingers and custard," he exclaimed quietly, not waiting to stuff his mouth. I smiled stupidly, not saying another word. He had his hands in the custard, fiddling around with the hot food at the same time.

He looked at me shockingly, like he just noticed I was there.

He lifted the plate of the remaining fish fingers in front of me with custardy hands, chewing his mouthful slowly, then swallowing.

I cautiously picked one up using my nails, flinching when the tub of custard was slid towards me.

Without too much attention towards the fact I didn't really like custard, I did what the Doctor hinted, and dipped the fish into the custard.

The sweetness and fishy taste rolled around my mouth. It was all right for a unusual concoction, but I wouldn't recommend it for anyone who didn't like fish. Custard with fish fingers won't help ease your dislike. Even if you like custard.

Just a heads up, Alice!

I cleaned up the plates used, watching the Doctor's every move.

"How's your nose?" I asked, piling up the washed dishes into the drying rack.

"Bleeding," he spluttered. I frowned, pressing my fingers gently against the red mark under his eye.

"That's going to bruise," I muttered, getting an small ice pack I kept for little injuries like this. I told my mum it wasn't a waste of money! What would she know... she isn't a trained nurse.

The Doctor's fingers were placed on my hand in which held the ice pack to his eye. He had a dangerous fire in his eyes that made me smirk mentally. He thought he could use me. Boy, was he wrong.

"Next time the Master decides to punch you in the face, make sure you aren't distracted, huh?" I murmured, letting him hold the ice.

"You were distracting me," the Doctor grumbled, "I blame... you."

"How was I distracting you, love?" I kicked off my heels that I noticed weren't even mine, smiling at him.

"Oh, no, no," he chuckled, "you wanted me to get my nose misshapen."

I put my lips to his ear, his even breathing on my cheek sending wonderful chills through me.

"I wanted you to feel pain, Doctor. But you just get colder and colder!" I traced circles on his suit with my index finger.

"I am cold," he stated sternly. Our gazes caught each other and turned into deep stares. Yeah, he was evil, and yeah, I couldn't change him. But who said I wanted to?

"We don't all believe in a cold heart," I told him. "And you only have one of those."