Lost In Thought

Angry Cake Making

The Doctor:

"This makes a change, Brother." My sister commented, coming into my own so called secret room, long hair now styled neatly, slightly shorter as she'd clearly cut it, and a blue lace blouse... Thing. "It's now me checking on you, instead of the other way around. I won't even ask, because I know that you're not alright."

This, this was why having a sister who could read thoughts was not great. I never had any privacy, especially when I was upset about something. She always knew what I was getting her for her birthday, too. "I can deal with it by myself." A book from my stack hit me around the head as she just folded her arms. "Do you mind? I want to be alone, Sister."

She shrugged. "How many times did you refuse to leave me alone when that was what I wished? Doctor, we did what we could. We can keep watch from afar, make sure that she's happy. It won't be the same, but at least she'll be alive."

Was living as just a normal person what she wanted, though? Donna had looked for me for nearly two years after saying no the first time, because she didn't want to just go with the motions of her planet, she wanted to do more. "You forget how angry you were at first when I didn't let you die with Him, because I took away your choice. You didn't let Donna have her choice."

"We were both going to die for nothing. I can now do better like this, and she can do the same now. A lot of the skills she enhanced with us will still be there. Her confidence, for one. Imagine what good she could do, helping others. That was what she wanted to do, Brother." She now took a seat on the sofa beside me, showing her bare feet, blue nail polish on them. "You looked after me, for such a long time, please, let me look after you."

"I'm your elder brother, I was supposed to look after you, and I always will look after you, Elizabeth." I sighed, wearily rubbing my eyes, barefoot myself, in just the top from under my shirt and the still damp trousers from the rain. I hadn't been bothered to change, not feeling like it was worth it. "Look, I know that you're worried about me, but I'm fine. Really."

To which she flicked my ear. "Liar. Come on, we're making cake." I groaned. "You know the rules! You made the rules."

Again, I groaned, as she pulled me to my feet with her, still stronger than she looked physically, tugging my towards the kitchen. My rule, whenever one of us was stressed, frustrated, upset, or had just a really bad day, we would play really loud music, sing along, messing around as much as we could, and made cake. It was never, ever any good, as she couldn't cook to save her life, and I was too busy trying to pour flour over her head while she was distracted, but by the time we'd made this half raw, half burnt cake, covered in sprinkles to hide this fact, we were laughing and had forgotten the reason we'd had to make the cake in the first place.

"Eliiiiiizabeeeeeeth!"

"It's your rule! You made this up, and it's tradition. This is the only tradition we have ever stuck to, besides never getting out of PJ's during the Solstice Festival. What cake are we making?" She asked, the door opening to the kitchen without her doing anything, and her hair pulling itself up into a band. She may or may not have set fire to her hair once doing this, it stank out the kitchen so bad we left the window open, and a cat broke in and drank the cream when we weren't looking. Many bad, yet utterly hilarious, things had happened while we'd attempted to just make a cake. "I'm feeling Lemon Drizzle. It's easy enough to make, and not much can go wrong."

No. That, that was not what you said when we did this. "You have a go at me for jinxing us, and then you go and say something like that, while we're doing something far more dangerous."

Her new hazel eyes found my dark brown. "Oh, shut up. When you said that, you almost got thrown into Xtonic Sunlight and I could have had a seizure around a bunch of humans who would have kept touching me and burned out my brain. How can making a cake be worse?"