The Other Child of Gallifrey (A Doctor Who Fanfic)

Chapter 8

The Doctor's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't expect her to say yes. But she did! But to make sure she wasn't kidding me, I asked her something else.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged.

I got a bit too excited.

"So, where to first?"

"My house." She replied.

"Why?" I asked, bewildered.

"To get my stuff, duh. I didn't pack for a long trip, just a few minutes." She said.

"A few minutes?"

"I was hunting for weeping angels, I didn't expect to travel with a madman with a box."

I smiled. I kind of liked the sound of that.

"Alright, to your house!"

She watched as I begun to press levers and buttons.

"Here we are!" I said.

"You wait for a mo' while I get my things. Wait, how did you know where I live?"

I grinned and reached out of my pocket.

"I think this is yours. You dropped it back at 1964," I said, handing over her business card which read "Attacked by aliens? I can help!" with the address below.

She sighed. "Whatever."

She stepped out of the TARDIS.

"Can I come?" I asked hopefully. "It would be nice to see the inside of your house."

"Fine."

I stepped out as well.

"Are you sure we're in the right place? It looks a lot different from before." She noticed uncertainly, frowning.

"I got the address correct, I'm a hundred percent sure," I assured her confidently.

Suddenly, a girl charged out of nowhere.

"OH MY GOD, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE MONTHS?!? YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE JUST GONNA KILL SOME STUPID WEEPING ANGELS BUT COME BACK A YEAR LATER! IT DOESN'T TAKE THAT LONG TO KILL WEEPING...angels..." She trailed off as her eyes landed on the TARDIS.

"Martha Jones..." I breathed.

"Are you the Doctor? Have you regenerated?" She asked, looking stunned.

"Yes, and yes," I said, answering both of her questions.

Jenna sighed. "You may have got the address right, but you got the TIME wrong!" She grumbled.

"Idiot," Martha muttered under her breath. Then she turned to Jenna. "He's always like this."

Jenna laughed. "I would agree if I had been with him for a longer time," She grinned.

Martha frowned. "Two questions. First, when did you meet the Doctor and when? Second, did you tell him about...the thing?"

"First, that's technically three questions. Second, what thing?" I glanced at Jenna, who had turned red.

"It-it's nothing!" She stammered. Then she turned to face Martha. "The point is, I've agreed to travel with the Doctor."

Martha stood there, speechless. After a few moments, she said "Fine. But you better arrive a minute later or so. I don't want to sit here worrying about you both for another year."

Then she turned to me. "You had better take care of her or I will personally murder you, after I slap, punch, and kick you for a thousand times.

I smiled. She was getting better at threats. "Don't worry, she will be absolutely fine if she's with me."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right." Suddenly, she ran towards Jenna and hugged her tightly. She whispered something in her ear. Jenna nodded. "Don't worry, I will," She said.

Then she walked inside the TARDIS without a glance back.

After bidding Martha good bye, I followed Jenna in. I slammed the door, ignoring Martha's' shouts of "You never answered my questions!".

Jenna grinned. "So, where to off first?"