The Doctor's Daughter (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Soooooo, I apologize for the super-short chapter, I'm reading 3 books right now and about to start another, plus a bunch of fanfictions. My life has been pretty crazy these last couple weeks. Not that I hate it :). Anyway, sorry for not updating more often, but I'm running out of ideas, especially because I just started "The Return of Setne"! ALL FEEDBACK AND "CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM" IS APPRECIATED AND NEEDED! Also, even though I now have a cover for tDD, the cover contest is still on. The current cover is temporary, only until I get some more submissions from you all! I didn't feel that my dog's adorable face was exactly...appropriate, for the occasion. (Sorry and no offense, Carli.) Last thing, and this is for the entire fanfiction, not just this chapter: please notify me of any typos, grammar errors, spelling errors, etc. that I might have missed. So here it is. The 4th chapter. Dun-dun-duuhhh!!

Jay's POV...

I trudge down the halls, pondering the moments Skylar and I had shared so far. There was good and bad, but that meant we had a healthy relationship, right? Anyway, I feel pretty embarrassed about hesitating. It wasn't Skylar's fault. I guess it makes me feel a little better to be her first and only boyfriend. Boyfriend? She never even called me that, so was I really? I shake the thoughts away.

I emerge at the mouth of the hallway to see the doctor adjusting the knobs and buttons of the TARDIS's controls. He looks up, after a while, and sees me. "Jay! Would you mind telling me the time, please?"

I glance at my watch. "It's 1:30 a.m."

"I guess we better get Jasmine, before she gets too angry, eh? She told me to be there by midnight." He pushes one last button. "Ready?"

"When and where are we going, doctor?"

"Today, which technically means tomorrow in Tokyo." He pulls down the knob and we soar through space (not really time in this case). When I open the door, I see the busy streets of Tokyo. The Tokyo Tower is right in front of us. But we're not here for sightseeing...

"Hey," Shouts a voice I know well as Jasmine's. I mutter some curses under my breath. My sister emerges from the crowd and runs towards the TARDIS.

She smiles at me playfully. Don't be fooled. She is evil.

Her smile fades and she tries to hit me, but I duck out of the way just in time.

"So I'm guessing ninja class went well?" My expression is grim.

"It's called Tai Kwon Do, genius." She strolls into the TARDIS, smacking the back of my head on the head along the way.

She drops her handbag on the floor inside, making a loud clunk! noise.

The doctor looks up. "Jasmine! How are you? How's The Arts Academy?"

"Fine, and it's just Jaz, now." The doctor and I look at each other.

"Is my room still there?" She puts her hands on her hips.

"Untouched." The doctor doesn't even look up.

"Sweet, I'll be there." She starts to walk away. "Hey, doctor?"

"Yes, Jaz?"

Jaz smiles sweetly, kind of. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Jaz." This time he smiles at her and his eyes gleam at the sight of how much she's grown, from behind his glasses.

Jaz heads for her room. I decide to go too. I go to the room I share with Skylar and head inside. I see her in bed, all but her head covered by the sheets. I tip-toe to the other side of the bed and slip in. When I lift the sheets, I see that Skylar only has on her bra and jean-shorts. I take my shirt off again and get in the bed.

I curl up close to Skylar. Her body heat radiates to me. She feels good. And warm. I wrap my arms around her waist. Suddenly, she turns, eyes still closed, and reaches for my jeans. "Woah." I suddenly feel uncomfortable.

She unbuttons and unzips them. I can't get her to stop, but I at least get her to slow down. She pulls my jeans down gently. I was expecting this would feel good, but right now it feels terrifying. My pulse speeds up along with my breathing and sweat pools in the lines of my palms. I'm not even sure she's awake. Once still-sleeping Skylar has my jeans at my feet, she reaches up for my boxers next. Her fingers catch the elastic waistband. I grab her hands. I just can't do it.

Her eyes snap open. I grab my jeans and pull them up, buttoning the buttons and zipping the zipper. Her face turns bright red. "Did I just do that?" It comes out a squeak.

I nod and probably was red too. She starts to sob. I cradle her. I hug her, with her head on my shoulder. I comfort her until she falls asleep.

Then I get out of bed. My body relaxes, because I'm not near her anymore and I hate myself for it. I trudge to Jaz's room. I need to talk to her.

Skylar's POV...

My breath shudders. That was too intense. My nightmare was about Jay. I couldn't believe I could possibly have nightmares about him.

I step out of bed and put on my dirty shirt. I walk down the hall to a half-open door. I put my ear up to it.

"-all the way? But she's only-" I recognized that voice as Jay's.

"No, we can't risk leaving her here. You know the Daleks want her." That one was the doctor's.

"I don't even know who we're discussing, but if she's as important as you make her sound, I say we take her with us. That way we could protect her, and we'd still be able to complete the task." That was a new voice I hadn't heard before. I almost thought I should know or at least recognize it.

"No!" Jay shouted. "I mean, we can't. I mean, you wouldn't even let me tell her who you were!" I could imagine him pointing to the doctor.

"Jay, calm down. The thing is, we may not have a choice. Jaz, can you go wake her?"

"Yes, doctor." Jaz, who I guess is Jasmine, grumbles. I sprint down the hall and jump into bed, pulling the covers over my head.

A moment later, Jasmi-I mean, Jaz walks through the door to the bedroom. She stops at the bedside. She is tall and thin, with a complexion similar to Jay's. Her face is gorgeous. She looks like she could be an actress. Her hair is black and medium-thick and just perfect. Her hands are planted firmly on her curvy hips.

"I know you're not sleeping." Her voice is almost emotionless. "Come on, get up."

I yank the covers away and follow her into the room were the doctor and Jay are. Jay doesn't look at me and the doctor is staring at me forlornly. I don't know which is worse.

Jaz seems almost goth or emo. She clears her throat. The doctor straightens.

"Right then," he states. "We best be leaving now, eh?"