The Doctor's Daughter (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Hello! So unfortunately, I got three votes but one was mine. I really hope you can share this with other followers or following. 4 votes, including my own, and I will post the next chapter. I already know two people who will vote for this. Please enjoy, vote, comment, and suggest ideas for the plot. I have serious writer's block this week. Another notice: I won't be writing from April 7-9.

And then it happens. A set of knuckles raps on the aluminum door.

I look down, a little surprised. I shout, "Be there in a minute!"

I climb up to my window and unlatch it. I crawl in and run down the stairs. My dad isn't offering to get the door. Which was strange. He always did.

I jump off 2 steps before the bottom and dart for the door. "Yes?" I open it.

A skinny boy with messy black hair and an Asian complexion in a crisp, sleek translucent white shirt and jeans stands in the doorway. He smiles and opens his arms.

Go British accent. "I'm sorry, do I...know you?" I try to smile back but, like my accent, it's obviously fake.

"Come on, Skylar, I am offended!" He has an accent too, I realize, which is odd, because, by what I can see, he's Asian. Is that racist of me? Oops. He pulls his arms back behind him and gives me a strange look.

"I really don't know you." I smile, half-sincerely this time. "I'm truly sorry." I think my accent is excellent.

"Come on," he tries again, "I'm James." When my expression remains puzzled, he tries another approach. "Jack Kim's son?" I recognize that. Jack Kim is my neighbor, and my dad's friend. God, I never realized his son was this handsome. I'm not sure I've ever seen him at all.

"Oh, yes! It's wonderful to see you again." I am not actually sure if that is an accurate assessment of the situation.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to see you again!" His expression becomes more casual and he leans against the doorway. "Um, do you mind if I come in?" Behind the casual facade, he looks hurried, hands in his back pockets, avoiding eye contact.

I decide I should help him. He is great eye candy, if nothing else. "Sure, come on in." I move so he can enter. He does and sits in a stray chair, almost immediately.

I suddenly feel uncomfortable. "Um, can I get you-"

"Okay, cut the talk. You can lose the accent. I know it's fake."

Now it's my turn to be offended. I drop to prevent further humiliation. "How can you tell?! For all I know, yours could be fake too!"

"So you admit yours is?" He smirks at me.

"No!!" I groan. "Just shut up, okay?"

He nods. "Fine."

"What do you want?" I ask as flatly as I can.

He looks up at me and holds me in his gaze with deep amber eyes. My eyes widen and I forget. I just...forget. How to speak, how to move, how to breathe. Thank god, he speaks, and I don't have to make a fool of myself for now.

My breath comes back, just as he speaks. "I have been asked to take you somewhere. Somewhere safe." He looks at me again. Dang it. "Somewhere-" he chooses his words carefully, "-secret."

I'm just about to ask where when I realize "secret" probably means he can't tell me. But I do anyway. "Where?"

He sighs and plants his face in his hands and mumbles, "Why do they always ask that, when I literally just said it was secret?" He looks at me anyway, somewhat angrily. "Can't tell you that, sweetheart."