The Lost Series (A Doctor Who fanfiction) - 'Episodes '1-4

'Episode' 2 Mothballs Part 2

Kitty Welsh stepped out from the marks and Spencer’s changing room. She had decided to change her clothes. She did this often recently, just in case. If there were any of ‘them’ about who had seen her, they may not recognize her and give her a better chance of doing what she needed but from what she’d learned they mostly had trouble telling humans apart by looks, mostly they seemed to need blood, DNA or sometimes retinal scans…but it was just to be safe. Or safer anyhow.

She had decided to see if she could find out more about the crude alien-base Nick had been right about. It had seemed that something was trying to rebuild something, she’d managed to take a small look but the creature, a tall bulky figure dressed in some sort of black Armour wearing an overly large and dark helmet, found her and chased her away.

If she could find out what this creature wanted, what it was doing, if it knew anything she needed to know…. True, she knew she could stay away, just ignore it all but that was a little hard when more often than not they seemed to find her first & somewhere, out there, where they were from, was the most precious thing to her…

“ Don’t dwell on that now”. She said out loud to herself, checking herself in the mirror. She hadn’t changed her appearance that much. She now wore a pale red zip up hoodie over a Beatles t-shirt, The skinny jeans she  didn't bother to change though-too many people wore them these days.  She pulled her hair out from the inside of the hoodie and joined the horde of browsing shoppers. She blended in better now with the young punk-rock girls, although she was much older than most of them she had a young face so she didn't find herself sticking out if she merged with a crowd of College students grabbing some lunch. Sometimes she had wished she was one of them, care-free, lots of friends, good part time job, studying in college… but then again- she’d miss the excitement.

She adjusted her bag, heavy with so many bits and bobs she deemed essential as walked out into the shop. A look of surprise swept across a familiar face in the crowd of shoppers as she did so. It was him, the Doctor. He raised an arm and waved, smiling. She put her head down, turned and quickened her pace slowly; it seemed she was going to have to run a lot today. Finally she broke into a little jog, winding her way through queues and shoppers muttering apologies and “excuse me”s.

She glanced back over her shoulder and saw he was doing the same, all the while trying to keep her in sight.

Damn it!

Hide it was then.

She ducked down low behind a mannequin dressed in a flowing purple dress and summer hat beside a rail of women’s sale items. She breathed a silent sigh of relief as she watched him pass. She waited for a few moments, making sure she had lost him.

“Hello there-again” He appeared grinning, leaning over the mannequins shoulder, making her jump. “pretty dress…Not too sure about the hat though.” He gestured to the mannequin

“You're easy to find!” he added happily as if he had just won a very long game of hide and seek in record time. She was dumbstruck for a second. She stood up wearily unsure of what to do. Then she saw it, marching purposefully through the crowd on the street outside, pushing past people….

“I’ve… got to…. go.” She mumbled slowly pushing past the wobbly mannequin, unaware that she knocked it off its stand and onto him, leaving him bewildered & struggling with the dummy. The doctor stumbled, just managing to catch the dummy in time.

This girl might be easy to find but she was hard to keep in one place long enough to talk too….plus she was definitely avoiding him!….that was….. rare.

Rare and interesting-and confusing.

He watched her go through the crowd, as if she was after something…then he saw what. The black clad figure from earlier moving through the high street looking like a mercenary on a mission-wait.