Doctor Who Season 1

Rose Part 4

I knocked on Mickey's front door. When he answered, his big brown eyes were sparkling.

"Hey hey, here's my girl," he grinned as he kissed me.

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, swatting him. 

"Coffee?"

"Yeah, only if you wash the mug. And I mean wash, not rinse. Can I use your computer?"

"Yeah, any excuse to get in the bedroom," he laughed. "Don't read my emails!"

I sat at Mickey's computer and googled 'doctor' but I got thousands of results for doctors.Then I searched 'doctor living plastic' and still didn't find anything. Finally I searched 'doctor blue box' and found what I was looking for. A sign came up on the screen. It had a picture of the Doctor and said:

Doctor Who? Have you seen this man? Contact Clive 

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The next day Mickey drove me to Clive's house. 

"You're not coming in," I told him for the millionth time. "He's safe, he has a wife and kids."

"Yeah? Who told you that?" Mickey retorted. "He did! That's exactly what an internet lunatic murderer would say."

I sighed and climbed out of the car.

When I knocked on Clive's door a young boy with brown hair answered. 

"Umm.... hello, I've come to see Clive? We've been emailing," I said.

"Dad!" The boy called. "It's one of your nutters!" He walked away.

Clive came quickly to the door. He looked just like an older version of his son. "Hello, you must be Rose. I'm Clive, obviously." He held his hand out and I shook it. 

"I better tell you now, my boyfriend's in the car, just in case you want to kill me," I laughed. 

"Good point, no murders," he smiled and waved at Mickey.

"Who is it?" a woman's voice called from upstairs. 

"Oh, it's just something to do with the Doctor. She's been reading the website!" Clive replied before turning back to me. "Just this way, I'm in the shed." He led me through the house and out the back. 

Inside the shed was full of all sorts of things to do with the Doctor. "A lot of this stuff is quite sensitive, I couldn't just send it to you," Clive explained. "People might intercept, if you know what I mean. If you dig deep enough, and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps popping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories." He pulled a folder off the shelf and brought it over to me. "No first name, no last name, just 'The Doctor.' Always 'The Doctor.' And the title seems to be passed down from father to son, it seems to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?" He asked, pointing to a picture.

"Yeah."

"I tracked it down to the Washington public archive just last year. The online photo's enhanced but if you look at the original," Clive showed me some of the original photos. "November 22nd 1963, the assination of President Kennedy."

He still looked exactly the same. "Must be his father?" I guessed. 

"Going further back, April 1912. This is a photograph of the Daniels family of SouthHampton." Clive showed me another photo with the Doctor in it. "And friend. This was taken the day before they were due to sail for the New World on the Titanic. And for some unknown reason they cancelled the trip and survived. And here we are, 1883." He showed me a drawing of the Doctor. "But look, he's identical. This one washed up on the Coast of Somatra on the day Crackatoa exploded. The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings a storm in his wake. And he has one constant companion."

"Who's that?" I asked. 

"Death. If the Doctor's back, if you've seen him, Rose, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger. He's singled you out, the Doctor's making house calls. God help you."

"But who is he?" I asked. "Who do you think he is?"

"I think he's the same man. I think he's immortal. I think he's an alien from another world."