The Doctor's Daughter (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Hey guys. So, here's yet another chapter! Huzzah! Sorry for the insane length, but I had a hard time finding spots for a transition to the next chapter. I appreciate votes, comments, feedback and/or story plot ideas. I am still recovering from a serious case of writer's block! I do, thankfully, have the next chapter or two already planned, though. Keep in touch, guys!

After another 8 hours of driving, at 3:00 in the morning, I carefully parked the convertible outside a Walgreens and collapsed. In the morning, when I wake up, Jay is sitting with his knees partially pulled up on the trunk of the car. He has a jack knife in one hand and a palm-sized chunk of wood in the other. He appears to be whittling. I walk up to him and look at the wood. "What are you making, there?" He glances at me, then back at his project.

"It's going to be of an old friend." It was only partially started, but I can guess by the curvature of the carved part that it was of a girl.

"Ooh," I say at last, mischief trailing in my voice. He looks at me and rolls his eyes, shaking his head. I just laugh.

"Did you look in the box, yet?" He asks. I shake my head. "You should."

Out of curiosity, I pull the box from the back seat and ask Jay for his knife. He hands it to me and I cut the top open. Inside, I find fresh clothes for both me and Jay, shampoo and conditioner, and a huge wad of cash. Probably at least $2,000. I gape at the sight of all that money. "Did you know about this?" I wave the cash at Jay, then look around to make sure no one sees me wagging an enormous amount of dough in the air.

His eyes widen and his mouth drops at the sight of the money. "He must be feeling generous today." He laughs, "Oh my god," as though he's just had a revelation.

"Okay, wait. Who's 'he'?" I ask Jay.

"Mmm..." He lets out a hiss of air. "I can't tell you that either."

I let out an angry sigh. "Goddang it." Jay just cuts another slice of wood away.

He suddenly clicks the knife back into place and stuffs it into his pocket. He slides his legs over the side of the trunk and stands up. He is a couple of inches taller than me. I am just a teeny bit short for my age. He throws the wood into the box, closing the flaps and placing it in the backseat. "We're just outside the city. Once we enter, we'll stay at a hotel until he comes." Again with "him".

I get in the passenger seat and let Jay take the driver's seat. Now I'm the tired one. I get to sleep for about an hour before the roads get noisy. Honking, car alarms, shouting, and cab-hailing. I know we're in the city, then.

I blink my eyes and look over at Jay. He's content and focused, as usual. We head deep into the city until a Hyatt Regency appears. We drop the car at Valet and Jay, clutching the box, leads me inside. It looks huge and casually fancy. A large pond with a small fountain lies ahead of us. There are two separate levels, the bar level below, and the upper level, which has the Concierge. And then, of course, there's the Red Bar, on the upper most level before the rooms.

I step onto the escalator with Jay at my side. His fingers brush mine, because the escalator is so narrow. I extend mine a little, so that they touch his. He glances down at my fingers, reaching for his and I relax my muscles swiftly. He looks away, but I feel his fingers doing what mine had just done, pushing their way along mine. When he reaches the ends, he moves them in reverse, then grabs my hand, holding each finger with equal force. My heart beats just about as fast as in my rabbit nightmares. I wrap my fingers a little tighter.

"For safety," I manage to squeak. We walk up to the front desk and Jay asks for our room number. 623. My birthday.

We take the left elevator up to floor 6, then walk to our room. I swipe my card on the door and it opens automatically. Nice touch, I think.