Earmuffs - A Doctor Who Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Chapter 2 - The Silver Pocket Watch (I Hate Cheesy Moments)

If you asked me what I hated most about waking up, I would tell you that it was having to get out of the warm cocoon that a bed provided. I loved spending as much time as I wanted in my bed, at least until I got too hot under my doona. Then I got up. But I don't like having to leave warmth when I didn't want to. 

Unfortunately, today was a day that I was forced out of bed. Even though it was a Saturday. 

"RISE AND SHINE AND SMELL THE TACOS, LUNA!" Abigail shouted in my ear. I groaned, turning away from her. Suddenly my doona was taken away. "No more warmth for you until you get up!" 

I threw my leg in the general direction of her voice, not managing to hit her at all. "Why can't I sleep?" I mumbled, rolling over towards her. 

"Because Andy and Thomas are eating the Nutella croissants your mum cooked." She replied. I realised that she was holding a plate of  her own, however instead of a croissant, she seemed to be eating a taco with nutella and bananas in it.

"Dude, that's gross." I muttered, staring at the taco in distaste.

"Nah, your mum made it out with shortcrust pastry for me." She replied, taking another bite. "I'm pretty sure those tacos - wait, no. They're croissants - are disappearing pretty fast."

At that, I jumped out of bed, my sleepiness all gone at the mention of loosing croissants. "Let's go. My croissants." I growled, walking shakily to the stairs. 

"That's my Luna!" Abigail cheered, following me downstairs. When we got into the dining room, I saw Andrew sitting behind a plate of crossaints, Thomas sitting next to him.

"Hey Selene" Thomas smirked from where he was sitting.

"Unless you wish for your throat area to be better acquainted with a partially oxidized tool of slicing purposes, I suggest that you refrain from utilising that denotation." I growled back, getting a plate from one of the cupboards and plonking myself across from him. "Don't call me Selene. My first name is Luna." 

"Geez, why are you in such a grumpy mood?" My brother decided to but in. I turned and gave him my deadliest glare. "I'm so scared, Luna." He laughed. 

I made a small growling sound, grabbing some croissants and eating them. I had finished my third croissant when I heard Mary crying. "Is mum home?" I asked Andrew, moving towards the stairs. 

"No, she's gone to work. She said that you need to look after Mary today." 

"And you didn't think to tell me earlier." I threw my hands up exasperatedly. "I'll be right back." I ran up the stairs to my baby sister's room, picking her up. "Hey Mary, sorry I didn't check on you earlier. How's my little sister?" I murmured, trying to calm her down. I made my way downstairs with Mary, humming. 

"We're stuck with her today, aren't we?" Abigail muttered. 

I laughed. "You say that like it's a burden on you. You and I both know you love her just as much as I do." I rolled my eyes as I sat Mary down in her high chair.

"But we won't be able to go travelling with the Doctor if she's with us!"

"Abigail, remember all those lectures you gave me about patience when I wanted to take a look at my Christmas presents?" I asked, getting a jar of baby food and some grapes, putting them in a bowl.

"Yeah?"

"Practice what you preach. It'll only be for a day."

"Then tomorrow we'll visit the Doctor."

"And tell him what? I'm the human incarnation of Maya? He won't believe us." I sat down, putting the bowl in front of my little sister and starting to feed her.

"Maybe... Hey where's your pocket watch?"

"The silver one?"

"Do you have another one?"

"It's in my room, on my bedside table. I didn't put it on today." I replied, still feeding Mary absentmindedly.

"Go get it. I'll finish feeding Clara."

"Are you ever going to call her by her first name?"

"When I get over Mary Winchester's death." She sighed. 

"You know I don't understand that reference." At this she started laughing. I rolled my eyes, standing up and handing the spoon to her. I took my time going up the stairs, taking them one by one. 

"Hurry up Luna! I can hear you procrastinating!" She called out, making me laugh and walk up the stairs faster. I quickly grabbed my pocket watch off my bedside table, letting the chain slip through my fingers and holding on to the watch itself.  I walked back downstairs, where Abigail was still feeding Mary. "Took you long enough. Mary here was about to celebrate her tenth birthday." Abigail muttered, snickering as I slapped her arm.

"I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart, Abigail. I can just as easily put the watch back."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"You wouldn't, because you're just as curious as I am."

"... Shut up." I muttered, sitting on the other side of Mary, who had decided to ignore Abigail and was smiling at me.

"Clara! Hey Clara over here! Here comes the airplane!" Abigail called, trying to get my sister's attention. Mary only made baby noises, continuing to stare at me. She started reaching for my pocket watch. 

I leaned out of the way, chuckling. "Hey, Mary, you know you're not allowed to touch that, sweetie. Maybe when you're older I'll give it to you."

Abigail smiled at me. "You really care about her."

"Of course I do. She's my sister. It's the same with Andy. Even though he's annoying, I still love him. Especially when he helps me get you back in a prank war."

Mary broke the moment by starting to babble loudly. We stared at her for a moment, before breaking out into laughter. "Okay. Chick-flick moment over. You know I hate them." Abigail giggled.

"So, you think I'm able to open a watch that hasn't been opened in about 300 years?"

"Yes. I do."

"I don't really think I wouldn't be able to, but if I must." I sighed.

"I would love to try, but I don't think I would be able to. I think it's like that sword that belonged to King Arthur that he had to pull out of a stone." She replied cheerfully. 

I looked down at the watch in my hands, inspecting the patterns on the lid. "I feel like this is one of those cheesy hero moments." I muttered. "I hate cheesy moments."

"Then instead of opening it slowly like in those movies, do it like you're ripping off a bandaid, idiot." Abigail rolled her eyes.

"Fine." I muttered, curling the silver chain around the watch. I dug my nail underneath the lid, lifting it up slowly. I looked up at Abigail in surprise, who was staring back at me with an expression similar to how I felt. 

I opened the lid all the way, exposing what was inside.

Let me tell you, it most definitely was not a watch.

Inside was some kind of liquid, coloured with a beautiful pale grey colour. I stared in amazement at it. The liquid started turning into what appeared to be a golden gas, with a few particles brighter than others, like tiny stars.

"What is that?" Abigail breathed.

"I-I don't know."

It traveled towards me, entering through my mouth and leaving a warm sensation, as though I had inhaled a lungful of warm air. I felt the warmth travelling to my heart and my brain, and everything went fuzzy. Looking over to Abigail and Mary, the last thing before I passed out was Abigail's expressions of worry and surprise