Little Wonders

40. Sam

I am going to be honest here, i do not actually have a good excuse as to why this is so late! I AM SO SORRY!!

had a really tough last couple of months... i've had a deadline to reach - i was told that one of my good friends, and a fellow whovian, was loosing his battle with cancer and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. And sadly  he died at 18 years of age, on the 11th June 2014.

Sam; regeneration is the next big adventure! R.I.P

This chapter's dedicated to you Sam xxx

40. Sam

“Where are they?” Tony questioned impatiently as he stood on the sofa in the Smith household, to see out of the window, which overlooked the front garden.

“They’ll be back soon,” John informed the impatient boy. John was going over some work for Torchwood, while keeping a close eye on what Tony was doing. He had wanted to be here to see the new dog that the Smiths were getting.

“They’ve been gone ages!” Tony cried, turning around slightly to face John.

“No they haven’t Tone,” John sighed, giving up on trying to read Matthew’s mission report, the lad needed to learn how to spell the alien names. John placed the tablet he was reading from on the small table beside him and stood up. He made his way over to the sofa and sat next to Tony, putting his arm over the back so he too could see out of the window. “They’ve only been gone about half an hour.”

“But they left at quarter past 2 and now it’s nearly half past 3…” Tony explained.

John raised his eyebrows and glanced over at the clock – that was correct.

“Has someone been learning how to tell the time?” John asked, taking Tony around his waist to tiggle him. Tony squealed and jumped away from John’s touch.

“Uncle John!” He screamed as he bounced over to the end of the sofa.

“Oh I’m sorry, Tony,” John said mockingly, leaning over and using his fingers to claw lightly at Tony’s sock clad feet.

“Uncle John!” Tony cried falling onto his bum, on the sofa.

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop now!” John said seriously, holding his arms up in the air. Tony moved slowly back up the sofa and sat next to his Uncle. “So, have you been learning how to tell the time at school?”

“Yeah!” Tony sounded enthusiastic. “My teacher says I’m the best in the class!”

John chuckled and ruffled Tony’s hair.

“Well done kiddo,” John said proudly, hugging Tony like a father.

The two talked about school a bit more, until the sound of a car door closing sounded.

“They’re here!” Tony cried, jumping up and running towards the front door.

John chuckled and got up, to stand in the doorway. The door clicked open and Rose pushed it slightly, so that Darren could walk into the house. In his arms was a ball of yellow fluff. He concentrated solely on walking into the house without dropping the small dog that he was holding.

“Awww!!!” Tony cried. John placed his arm out in front of Tony, to stop him from rushing forward. Rose pushed the door shut again.

“Okay, you can put him down now Darren,” Rose said sweetly, placing the keys on the table next to the front door. Darren crouched down and placed the dog on the floor.

“Careful Tony,” John said quietly, before removing his hand and letting Tony go over to look at it. John and Rose had sat the two boys down before Rose had left to get the dog; they had talked about how not to overcrowd it and to make sure that they let the dog explore. The dog sat on the floor for a little and looked up at the people around it.

“Let’s show it outside,” Rose suggested, squeezing past the two boys and heading through to the kitchen to open the back door. “He probably needs a wee after the car journey.”

The golden Labrador ran round on the grass, while Tony and Darren sat to the side laughing at it. John and Rose sat down on the adjoining chairs that were a little away.

“So, he picked the cutest then?” John asked with a slight laugh.

“I told him that he could pick any dog he wanted,” Rose shrugged. “Mind you – I would have probably made the same position.”

John went to reply, but Darren and Tony’s conversation drifted over to them.

“What’s his name?” Tony asked.

“Sam!!!" Darren explained.

“That’s a good name,” Tony nodded. “Why did you choose him? Was he the only puppy?”

“No, there were a hundred puppies,” Both John and Rose knew that Darren was exaggerating here. “He was at a… a… shelter…” Darren paused for a minute, trying to work out whether he had said that correctly. “Yeah – and the lady that took us around to show us all of the doggies said that they had some puppies that had been left alone by their mummy and daddy,” Darren said sadly. “I asked Mummy if that was like me and my real Mummy. Mummy said that it was a little bit like me and my real mummy except that my real mummy couldn’t look after me. And then I thought, I’ve got a new mummy and daddy – a new family… I wanted to give a puppy a new mummy and daddy too!”

“Did you know this?” John asked, turning to look at Rose. They both shared a look that said they had the most thoughtful son there was.

“Well he didn’t tell me why he picked the puppy,” Rose smiled at Darren. She was so proud of him.

John joined their hands and the two watched the boys and the puppy, Sam quietly.

That night, Darren and Tony helped refresh Sam's food and water bowls and they took it in turns to brush the puppy, which had taken a definite shining to Darren.

“I love you Sam” Darren exclaimed, hugging the puppy lightly. “I will be the best friend you could ever imagine!”

Thanks for reading and sticking with me and this story, even though it's taken me so long to update.