The Girl Who Accidentally Ran Away (A Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Why Doesn't He Know?

They were inching in, when all of a sudden, I got an idea.

"Go to your room." I said, tilting my head to the side. They stopped. The Doctor looked at me. I shrugged. "Go to your room.  I mean it, I'm very upset with you. I'm very cross. Go. To. Your. Room!"  They all hung their heads and crawled back into bed. The Doctor grabbed my shoulders, smiling.

"Genius." He whispered in my ear, pressing his mouth to my jaw. I smiled. 

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The Doctor and I leaned against the table, his arm spread out behind me. Rose was sitting beside one of the beds, and Jack propped his feet up on the same table we were leaning on. 

"Why are they all wearing gas masks?" Rose questioned.

"They're not. Those masks are flesh and bone." Jack replied.

"How was your con supposed to work?"

"Simple enough, really. Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest Time Agent track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, name a price. When he's put fifty percent up front, oops! A German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to see what he's paid of, never knows he's been had. I buy him a drink with his own money, and we discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con."

"Yeah...perfect." I replied. 

"The London Blitz is perfect for self-cleaners. Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it, though. But you gotta set your alarm for Volcano Day." He started laughing.

"Yeah...the death of thousands of people. Hilarious."

"Getting a hint of disapproval."

"Of lying and laughing at death? Yeah, maybe a bit of disapproval." I shot back.

"Take a look around the room," The Doctor told him, "This is what your piece of harmless space junk did."

"It was a burnt-out medical transporter, it was empty."

"Rose." The Doctor grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door.

"Are we getting out of here?" Rose asked.

"We're going upstairs."

"I programed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. I harmed no one! I don't know what's happening here but I had nothing to do with it."

"I'll tell you what's happening. You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's Volcano day." The siren went off.

"What's that?" Rose questioned.

"The all clear." Jack answered.

"I wish." The Doctor and I said together, making our way out of the room. Rose hung back with Jack and the Doctor and I headed upstairs. 

"What happened?" He asked.

"There was this kid...another victim. He was on the roof. This rope appeared out of nowhere, and Rose thought she could use it to get to him, but it was a barrage balloon. It carried her off, and I just jumped onto the rope too. Jack saved us."

"Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'm fine. We're both fine. I just...I kind of feel like I let my guard down with him."

"How so?" He asked.

"I just...I kind of let him sweet-talk me into not seeing him as a con man. He was flirting with me and we slow danced-"

"You what?" He asked.  

"We danced, that's all."

"You danced with him?" He asked.

"It was a means to an end, alright? I thought that if I flirted with him he'd reveal something that could be important."

"Oh I'm sure that was the only reason. He reveal anything else?" I rolled my eyes.

"Is now really the time to have the jealousy argument?" I questioned. "Not to mention the fact that I'm with you and we have never danced, so it can't possibly mean anything to me."

"We've danced." He said quietly. I shook my head.

"No, Doctor we haven't. That's hardly important right now."

"Mr. Spock!" Jack's voice called.

"Doctor!" Rose followed. He shot me one last look before peering over the stairwell.

"Have you got a blaster?" He called. The ran back to where they could see us.

"Sure." They ran upstairs and we lead them to a thick metal door.

"The night your space junk landed, someone was hurt." The Doctor told him. "This is where they were taken."

"What happened?"

"Let's find out. Get it open." He stepped aside, putting his hands on my waist and slipping behind me.

"What's wrong with your sonic screwdriver?" Rose muttered.

"Nothing." Jack scanned it, causing the door knob to disapper and the door to swing open.

"Sonic blaster, fifty-first century, weapon factories of Villengard?" I stated.

"You've been to the factories?"

"Once." The Doctor answered for me, taking the blaster from his hands.

"Well they're gone now, destroyed. Main reactor went critical, vaporized the lot."

"Like I said. Once." He handed it back to him, grabbing my arm and pulling me though the door. "There's a banana grove there now. I like bananas. Bananas are good." We turned the lights on, revealing some smashed furniture, as well as a smashed window. "What do you think?" The Doctor asked.

"Something got out of here." Jack answered.

"Yeah. And?"

"Something powerful. Angry."

"Powerful and Angry." I shook my head.

"Not angry."

"What makes you say that?" The Doctor asked.

"Are you my mummy?" I stated. "That doesn't suggest angry, that suggests scared, which...in a lot of ways is a hundred times more dangerous." We wnet through the door, on the other side of the broken window to reveal toys and children's drawings, on paper and the walls.

"A child?"

"Why else would they be asking for 'mummy'?" I questioned.

"How could a child do this?"

"Do you know where you are?" I walked out the door again, standing beside the Doctor at the tape recorder.

"Are you my mummy?"

"Are you aware of what's around you? Can you see?"

"Are you my mummy?"

"What do you want? Do you know-"

"I want my mummy! Are you my mummy, I want my mummy!" The Doctor looked at me, silently confirming that I was right. 

"Doctor, I've heard this voice before." Rose said. I looked at her.

"Me too."

"The child on the roof!" I exclaimed.

"Mummy? Mummy?"

"Always 'Are you my Mummy?'. Like he doesn't know. Why doesn't he know?"

"Are you there, Mummy? Mummy?"