Doctor Who Season 1

Rose Part 2

The next morning, I began looking for another job. 

"There's stinches," my mum suggested. "They're always looking for work."

"Oh great, the butchers," I mumbled. 

"Well it might do you good," she said before walking out.

I sat at the table for a little longer before I heard the cat flap. "Mum you're such a liar," I said as I walked towards the front door. "You said you were going to nail the catflap down. We're going to get strays."

"I did it weeks back," she called out from the loungeroom. 

"You thought about it," I muttered but as I bent down by the door, I saw the nails lying on the floor. I opened the catflap and peered out. The Doctor's face was peering back at me. Only then did I actually get a proper look at him. He had short brown hair and his nose and ears were big. He was tall and he was wearing the same clothes from yesterday- a black shirt, black leather jacket and black pants. I gasped and stood up. 

He opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"Well what do you do that for?"

"Because I do," I shrugged. "I'm only here because somebody blew up my job."

He played with a strange screwdriver. "Must of got the wrong signal. You're not plastic are you?" He knocked on my head. "Nope. Bye then," and he started walking back out the door. 

I grabbed his leather jacket and pulled him inside. "You get in here now."

"Who is it?" my mum called out. 

"It's about last night, it's a parking enquiry, just give us ten minutes," I said, walking to loungeroom. 

"She deserves compensation!" she said to the Doctor as he walked past. 

"Oh, we're talking millions!" he replied. 

My mum stood up. "Ummm... I'm in my dressing gown."

"Yes, you are," the Doctor nodded. 

"There's a strange man in my loungeroom..."

"Yes, there is."

"Well.... anything could happen..."

The Doctor smiled then shook his head. "No." Then he followed me to the dining room. 

"Don't mind the mess," I said. "Do you want a coffee?"

"Might as well, thanks. Just milk."

"We should go to the police," I said as I started making his coffee. "Seriously."

The Doctor picked up a magazine. "That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien."

"I'm not blaming you, even if it was some joke that just went wrong."

He picked up a book and flicked through it. "Sad ending."

"It said on the news they found a body," I continued. 

He looked in the mirror. "Oh, could be worse. Look at the ears."

"He was nice, nice man. If I want to go to the police, I want to know what I'm saying. I want you to tell me everything."

The catflap flapped again. "What's that then?" the Doctor asked. "You got a cat?"

"No?"

As I walked back into the dining room with the Doctor's coffee, I saw him sitting on the lounge pretending to be strangled by a manekin arm. 

"I told Mickey to throw that out," I sighed. "All the same though, give a man a manekin arm and watch him go crazy." The Doctor kept playing with the arm. "I don't even know your name. Doctor what was it?"

The Doctor threw the arm and it landed on me and held on to my face. I screamed as I struggled to pull it off and the Doctor came over to help. With all the effort, we both landed on the coffee table and broke it. The force of the arm threw me back onto the lounge. The Doctor pulled something out of his pocket and aimed it at the arm and I felt it's hand losing its grip on my face. The Doctor held onto it and pointed his little thing which looked sort of like a screwdriver at it and it stopped moving. 

"It's alright, I've stopped it," the Doctor said. "There you go, see?" He threw it at me and I caught it. "Armless."

"Do you think?" I replied and whacked him in the arm with it.