To the Start Again [8] (The Parallel Series)

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The Doctor and the Stone go ghost-hunting and it's safe to say the Doctor is more whipped than ever when it comes to our ginger Time Lady.

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The Doctor and the Stone walked up to a large old house in practically the middle of nowhere. It was a dark rainy night and thunder echoed above with lightening crackling around them. "Isn't this a little bit creepy?" Clara asked as they neared the house.

"Creepy?" The Doctor repeated. "Very."

"I'm not scared." Araya blinked up at the house.

"Yeah, but you're like a one-hundred-year-old Time Lord." Clara huffed crossing her arms when they stood in front of the door.

"One hundred and one," the young brunette pouted, "and it's Time Lady."

"Just like your mother." The Doctor chuckled, "She kept reminding me of her age when we were young, doesn't like to talk about it now do you love."

"Sweetheart by now you should remember that we're the same age," the Stone rolled her eyes and knocked on the door, they moved out of the way before it opened.

"Boo!" The Doctor said a little loudly, causing a man who looked to be in his late thirties to jump back slightly, a woman around the same age behind him. "Hello, I'm looking for a ghost."

"And you are?" The man looked at the Doctor.

"Ghostbusters." Clara poked her head out from behind the Doctor. The Stone did the same.

"I've seen that one!" Araya grinned.

"So you've seen Ghostbusters but not Pinocchio?" Clara sighed.

"Yep." She nodded.

"I'm the Doctor." The Time Lord held out his psychic paper.

"Doctor what?"

He shrugged. "If you like, this is my wife the Stone, and our daughter Araya." The little girl waved. "And this is Clara." His eyes brightened when he spotted the large equipment inside. "Ah, but you are very different." He pointed to the man. "You are Major Alec Palmer. Member of the Baker Street Irregulars, the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Specialised in espionage, sabotage and reconnaissance behind enemy lines. You're a talented watercolourist, professor of psychology and ghost hunter. Total pleasure. Massive."

"Actually, you're wrong." A woman who was with Alec frowned. "Professor Palmer spent most of the war as a POW."

"Actually, that's a lie told by a very brave man involved in very secret operations. The type of man who keeps a Victoria Cross in a box in the attic, eh? But you know that because you're Emma Grayling, the Professor's companion."

"Assistant."

"It's 1974." He nodded. "You're the assistant and non-objective equipment. Meaning psychic."

"Getting that." Clara cut him off. "Bless you, though."

"Relax, Emma. He's Military Intelligence. So, what is all this in aid of?"

"Health and safety." He answered. "Yeah, the Ministry got wind of what's going on down here. Sent me to check that everything's in order."

"They don't have the right."

"Don't worry, guv'nor, we'll be out of your hair in five minutes." He reassured and turned his attention to the equipment, smiling widely at it like it was Christmas. "Oh! Oh, look. Oh, lovely." He grinned at it all and started moving the switch. "The ACR 99821. Oh, bliss. Nice action on the toggle switches. You know, I do love a toggle switch. Actually, I like the word toggle. Nice noun. Excellent verb."