☆ The Caretaker ☆ - Part 2

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{Y/n} was stuck talking to Samuel in the halls, but noticed behind him, the Doctor or in this case, the 'caretaker', appearing from the corner, walking past the two oblivious to her standing there.

She ignored what Samuel was saying and kept her eyes on him.

Without warning, she set off on foot to catch up with him so that he couldn't escape from her sight again.

"{Y/n}?" Samuel called.

"Yeah, sorry, Samuel. Let's talk about this some other time. See you tomorrow, though!" She yells before racing down the halls in search of the old-time lord.

"{Y/n}!" Samuel called, huffing when she ignored him as she'd done with Clara.

"For god sake, no running in the halls!" He yelled, but it was too late as he watched her run around the corner.

"What has gotten into her?" He asked himself, worried that his sister may be losing it.

Time skip

Walking down some steps leading towards the storeroom, she saw a sign hanging on the window frame, saying Go Away, humans.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, a girl in her uniform walked out holding a pack of paper towels in her hand.

"Oh!" She jumped, placing a hand upon her heart.

"Sorry, Miss," The girl smirks.

"It's alright," she says, watching the girl turn to leave.

She waited till she was out of sight before charging into the storage room to see the TARDIS in the back. She bursts through the doors, not caring if they fell off from the hinges and watched the Doctor look up from his gizmo with shock.

"What're you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she said, closing the doors harshly and approaching him.

He backs away, holding his hands defensively.

"I can explain," He starts.

"Okay then. Explain," she smiles.

"Well, I didn't mean right now, but-"

"- can't explain right now?" She laughs.

"You have no right to say that. You either start talking or I'll make you," she threatens, leaning forward on his console.

"Right, let's not get ahead of ourselves here."

"I kid you not, Doctor. If I find out that this school is under any threat at all, you'll not only find yourself in serious trouble, but you'll find yourself in trouble, with me," she said, poking her finger into his chest. The Doctor quirks up a big brow and smirks at her.

"What makes you think that this school is under any threat?" He asked, maintaining his smug look on her.

"You're here for a start," She says, snickering.

"And secondly, where you tend to end up, trouble usually tends to show up," she says.

The Doctor looked at her, stunned, almost as if he had been hurt by her words.

"I don't create the trouble, you know, that happens on its own," he argues.

"That's not the point, Doctor. I'm not here for you, I'm here because this school is under attack. I won't hesitate to be a part of it. That's including when or if it's your fault. So, tread carefully, or you can only imagine the things I'll do to you," She sneers.

"I can see this has got something to do with your sister? I bumped into her not long ago." The emotion held in her eyes flashed in his head, cutting him short.

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