My Time Travelling Angel (A Doctor Who Fanfic) (On Hold)

Chapter 2: Growing Close

Hey guys. I couldn't wait to write another chapter today so I thought I'd update again. This chapter will develop the fledgling friendship between the Doctor and Selina. Hope u like it :)

After I had bathed and picked out a cute top, jeans and trainers, I walked back to the control room. The Doctor was at the control panel, punching some buttons. He looked up as I came down the stairs and smiled.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, still punching buttons.

I smiled back. "Much, thanks." I replied, continuing down the stairs and joining him at the controls.

"It's no problem." He turned from the panel and looked at me. Then his eyes grew wide. I panicked and tried hiding the bruise on my cheek.

But he moved my hand and ran his fingers over my cheek. I instantly flinched and he looked at me with concern in his eyes. "What happened to you, Selina?"

I backed away from him and put my hand over my cheek. "It's nothing. I just... fell."

He looked at me for a second with worrying eyes and then dipped his head to look at the controls. "Sorry, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." He said.

I suddenly smiled, surprised by his gentleness. Everybody else would make me say what happened to me. But he didn't. I respect him for that. As I glanced around, I noticed big round yellow things bolted onto the walls.

"Wow, you have a very imaginative decorator... or a very imaginative mind." I said, although I doubted he had put them up himself.

He chuckled. "Thank you. They're weird but I like them." He said.

"I do too. They're unusual." I replied.

"Unusal;s cool. I like unusual." He smiled. I laughed.

"Do you use cool to describe everything you like?" I asked, arching an eyebrow,

He shrugged, grinning. "Mostly."

I shook my head. This man was like no one I'd met before. Not that I'd interacted with boys much on account of my dad. He was a drunken idiot but he still had a shred of protectiveness in him.

I wondered what he was doing now. Had he phoned the police? Or had he forgotten me? He probably had. Good. Because I was never going back. But I couldn't stay here forever. Not in a spaceship. But what else could I do? I had no life. No friends to go to. No family.

Suddenly my stomach rumbled, alerting me that I needed food. The Doctor looked at me. "Are you ok? He asked, looking worried.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, just a little hungry." I replied.

"Oh of course. Hmm, I don't think I've stocked up on anything. I know! We'll go out for dinner!" He said.

I blinked. "Really? I don't have any money though." I said. "I couldn't let you-"

He waved my objection away with a flick of his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'll pay. You're a guest." He said, smiling.

"Ok." I sighed. I wasn't used to getting something for nothing. That wasn't how my life worked.

He looked at the control panel. "Where to go? Where to go?" He asked, rhetorically. I looked at him. I really didn't mind where we went. Eating a meal that I didn't have to cook was enough for me.

"I know!" He exclaimed. "We;ll go to Paris for dinner."

"Okay." I replied, trying to work out how we could go to Paris in a spaceship.