The Doctor's Daughter (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Not much to say, here, so enjoy!

I almost broke out in tears before I remembered we were on a mission. That I wasn't allowed to know about. And I also didn't because I remembered I was with Jaz and Chris.

I was so mad at the doctor and Jay, (even though I had no reason to be mad at the doctor). When we reached the car, I was speechless. Mostly because it took all my will not to cry. Behind me, I heard Jay running towards me and yelling my name.

His hand rested on my shoulder, and I pulled quickly away, nudging it off.

I gave him a cold stare and got inside the car.

He tried to speak. "Sky, I-"

I slapped him. "Get in the damn car! Now!"

He blushed and awkwardly took shotgun.

Jaz hopped in the driver's seat, not looking at Jay. I had the left window seat and Chris was opposite me. After a few seconds, the doctor opened my door.

"Excuse me, but I believe I'm to sit in here too." He smiled at me warmly, but I found it hard to return, so I gave him a sad smile.

I scooted over next to Chris and the doctor sat to my left.

I felt the doctor's hand on my shoulder. I met his eyes painfully and he nodded.

I understood.

He patted my shoulder twice before lifting his hand away.

I let a single tear slip from my eye.

A thumb wiped it away. I couldn't look at the doctor.

I couldn't say thank you without crying, so I just gave him a look of appreciation. Thankfully, he seemed to understand.

Jay tried to speak.

"Don't. Just don't," was the best I could manage.

We drove to the TARDIS in silence.

I stalked to my room. I collapsed on the bed, crying. I had already locked the door.

By 9:00, I was asleep.

Jaz brought me food at 10:00. I sat up and ate.

"It's funny, I've seen him in my neighbourhood, but not you." I made small talk.

"Yeah, I'm hardly ever at home. I train at The Arts Academy, which is where I study tai-kwon-do. Tell me, what do you see in my brother?"

"Well, at the moment, not much, but, usually he's sweet, sarcastic, and whenever we're together he thinks he's not good enough for me and vows to become better, and we always work through the hard times together..."

I suddenly realised what I had to do.

I ran down the hallway to Jay's room. I stopped in the doorway. He was sitting on his bed.

"Hey, can we talk?" I sat on the far edge.

He nodded. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made such a public display."

I touched his cheek. "No. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have stormed off. You did nothing wrong. I am sorry."

As he pulled me into a kiss, I knew I was forgiven.