A Dangerous Path: Doctor Who

Chapter 7

Alixandria grabbed her stomach as the Doctor heaved her up off the ground. He took a step back letting her fall again. "Are you going to throw up?" He asked warily.

"I'm hungry you...Pop-Tart!" She snapped.

"Well you can get yourself some food," the Doctor said harshly, obviously mad.

"Let's order a pizza!" Alixandria wooped, rolling around.

"Doctor, who is this?" The green lady asked.

"Just a dying creature."

Įś Gød âbövê štīłl łôòkíñg døŵñ îń łövė¿

Alixandria's eyes fluttered open. She was warm and snug, gently tucked into a four posted bed. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. Her first priority was to find out where she was. Alixandria assumed that if someone was going to kill her, or harm her, they wouldn't take such apparent care of her...Rain hit the window panes rhythmically, thunder shaking the house ever once and a while.

The room was large, or at least larger than she needed. Her backpack rested on the bedside table adjacent to the large bed. The bed is surprisingly comfortable, the mattress conforming and the blankets warm and heavy. The comforter is a washed shade of maple tan with flowering, detailed roses embroidered on it.

Alixandria would've sooner gotten out of her own bed than this one. But she had to get out and see where she was. Of course, the room couldn't be modern. It was so old-fashioned that if it hadn't been from the Victorian era, it would've been annoyingly pretentious.

Alixandria sat up, slowly pulling the covers off. Cold air struck at her legs, which had somehow gotten into a nightgown. Her bare toes touched the wooden floorboards and she finally exited the bed. She tiptoed to the door, creaking it open ever so slowly.

As she did, she could hear voices from the down the door-lined hallway. There were paintings upon the walls. Some were of scenery and some were of people. Alixandria recognised none of them. The floorboards creaked beneath the red rug and Alixandria winced with each step. She reached a spiral staircase at the end of the hall and she began to descend.

She soon found herself looking at four people sitting at a table. Alixandria saw the Doctor, though his hat was off. His blonde hair stuck every which way, several cowlicks making their mark. There were two women at the table, one was dressed in all black and the other looked like an old fashioned maid of sorts. The last member at the table was strange little man with a bald squashed head and a tuxedo.

Alixandria hid between the wall and the banister. She sat on the stairs, looking at the group.

"So tell me again why you brought a druggie to us?" The lady in black asked accusingly. Alixandria assumed they were talking about her.

"She's not a druggie. She's a smart kid who made a bad decision. That's besides the point anyway. We didn't come for that reason," he said.

"And what would that be?"

"I wanted to know if you had any books on interstellar electricity." As soon as the Doctor stopped, there was a heavy silence.

"What's going on?" Asked the other woman.

"Nothing," the Doctor lied. "Just wanted to brush up."

The lady in black gave a harsh single laugh. "Oh please. You won't learn a single thing unless something has gone horribly wrong." The Doctor was silent. "You know, if the universe were flesh, you could say I'm it's soul," she sighed.

"The spirit of insanity. Preciseness. The mind," the Doctor shrugged.

Alixandria could hear her expression darken. "Yes...and I'm very, very bored."

"Are you trying to threaten me?" He laughed. "Look Vastra, I've been able to hold my own-"

"But here you are, asking for my knowledge." She said, her voice jumping a bit higher. "Just tell me what's going on."

The Doctor stared at her.

"For an oily guy, he hasn't let his tongue slip yet. But he hasn't given us the slip, either. He might be oily, but slick he's not!" The man in the tuxedo boomed, grinning. Alixandria smacked her hand over her mouth, biting her hand she was laughing so hard. The Doctor's eyes raised to meet hers. If he was trying to send her some sort of message, she didn't understand it whatsoever.

"What are you looking at," Vastra demanded and everyone at the table turned to look. It was too late for Alixandria to hide behind the wall, so she sat there frozen.

"Well if it isn't Alixandria." Vastra said, cocking her head ever so slightly.

A/n
Not much of a cliffhanger but I've run bone dry of ideas and I wanted to get this out before the end of break. This isn't edited either because I'm a lazy ass teenager and I'm not writing over 9,000 drafts of this like they'd expect me to in school. Plot twist: I only write one draft. I'll probably be updating a lot less because high school, so expect a decrease in this stuff. So yeah. Thanks for the read. You guys are fabulousa

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