Fire and Ice

Twelve Hours

Sorry I've been away so long. I got really busy with my murder mystery coming up and report cards I can't find any free time. The next chapter is the last chapter before the big long wait for part 2. Btw it's only 7 chapters long I counted.

Chapter 20: Twelve Hours

“I’m back!” The Doctor gasped as he burst out of the TARDIS into our flat.

“About time,” I commented.

“How long have I been gone?” He panted.

“About a week,” John replied.

“Are Amy and Rory still here? They must be I already checked their house.”

“We’re both here, Amy just ran out to the shop,” Rory commented, poking his head out of the washroom. A cheap, plastic toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste was foaming around his lips.

“Well,” The Doctor started, “It’s only been a couple of hours for me.”

“Could you have come a couple hours after you left in the first place?” I asked, not removing his eyes from his work.

“Uh, no. What’s the date? Did I get it right?” The Doctor asked.

“It’s February 3rd. Why? What’s so important about today?” John said.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen but Steven Moffat told me that today was a big day for us!” he shouted excitedly.

“Moffat? You spoke to him?” John asked again.

“Well where do you think I went?” The Doctor said.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t answer that. I’m going to find Amy she needs to be here!” He called as he ran out of the flat.

I focused my attention back onto my research. Or at least what attention I had left. The Doctor was finally back! I deduced without effort that excitement was soon to follow and I hid a smile behind my microscope.

As for Amy and Rory, I would finally be rid of them! Of course they didn’t realize how much discomfort they were causing me. Not that I didn’t like the two but they were just so average. Kisses in the kitchen every morning, where I was doing my experiments, then again before bed right where I was watching TV. It was so annoying. Not to mention inappropriate. Plus it was taking away from my time with John.

Since Amy and Rory moved in temporarily, John had been going back home to Mary every night. He didn’t want the flat to become over crowded. Of course I didn’t believe that for a second since he was here from 8am-9pm every day. It was really because he knew he had to go home to his wife at some point and with the investigation going on there was a perfect excuse to leave early and get in late. Plus the flat was crowded during night times at the moment so it wouldn’t have been very comfortable anyways.

Seconds later the Doctor was back. He was sweaty, gasping for breath and he had something clutched in his hand. He couldn’t have just run downstairs, come back up and ended up looking like that. He had to have run a ways. I must have tuned out again in my excitement. But something was definitely wrong.

John jumped to his feet when the Doctor came in, “What’s wrong?”

The Doctor simply gasped to gain control of his breath and handed John the note.

“Oh my God, Doctor,” he said as his jaw dropped.

“What? What is it?” I asked, immediately getting to my feet. Something was definitely horribly wrong.