The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Three: The School

“Why’s it so quiet in here?” Rory leaned on the interior walls of the building.

“I’m sorry, I thought that was obvious.” The Doctor tried to sound smart, but it’s hard to give off a “smart  vibe” when you break out into a coughing fit every ten minutes.

“What?” Rory asked.

“Hit-SSCHOO” the Doctor pulled out his handkerchief for, what felt like the thousandth time that day, even though they’d only been on that planet for twenty minutes.

“It’s a high school.” The Doctor said “I kind of thought you would have known that.”

Amy peeked into one of the classrooms “We didn’t do schoolwork on an ipad 10 when we were in high school.”

“Fair enough.” The Doctor wiped his nose.

“You have to stop doing that!” Amy yelled.

“What?”

“Using that disgusting hanky.”

“Well what do you suggest, Pond?”

“How about tissues?”

He looked away and murmured “I don’t have any.”

“What?”

“I . . . I don’t have any.”

“How could you not have any?”

“With my immune system I didn’t think I’d need any!”

Amy sighed “We’ll just buy you some then! You can’t keep using that hanky, it’s probably soiled by now!”

“Fine, later”

All of a sudden the bell rang. To Amy, they didn’t seem much different than the twenty-first century bells in high school.

The sound of footsteps, and laughs filled the school.

“Can I help you?” an old woman walked behind the front desk from an office.

Everyone looked at the Doctor, waiting for him to explain, because he was the only one who knew what they were doing, at least . . . they hoped.

But instead he was blowing his nose. He looks up and sees everyone looking at him. “Oh, yes, we’re uh, we’re here to see . . .” he snuck a peek at the message on his psychic paper “We’d like to see Lucy Smith.”

The woman raised her eyebrows. “Are you a police officer?”

“Um, no I’m the Doctor.”

“I knew she would get herself pregnant.”

Amy was behind the doctor, thinking to herself “What has he gotten us into this time?”

The Doctor decided to try to get through to the woman one more time. “I need to talk to her about . . .” he leaned in closer “her cat.”

“Her cat?”

“Yes,” he straightened his back “Yes, her cat has died, her parents asked us to let her know.”

“I see. I’ll get someone to pull her from class.”

After the woman was out of sight, Amy and River started laughing. “Her cat?”

“Who’s Lucy Smith anyway?” Rory asked.

“We’ll find out, won’t we.”