Short stories

Hollow Ridge pt.2

The hunters had left, going out into the town, leaving Layla and the Doctor alone.

"Now, who might you be?" The Doctor inquired, turning to her and crossing his arms.

"My name is Layla," she replied.

"Alright, nice to meet you Layla. You look young, pherhaps about 1, now why were you in the forest alone, seeming so panic stricken?"

Layla thought fast. She couldn't just tell him the truth about her. Who knows how that would be taken.

"I came from the next town. I got lost and didn't want to be embarrassed by being found." She hoped her face had been sincere, and the lie reasonable. The Doctor looked her sternly in the eyes, before slowly nodding.

"Would you allow me to stay with you?" Layla asked, figuring it would be her best bet, and honestly, this stranger seemed fascinating.

"Why sure, it would be fun to have a companion," the Doctor said, grinning. Layla smiled back.

Now Layla figured it was her turn to ask the questions.

"What's with the box? Why did it look like it fazed here?"

"Well, to be honest, thats because it did," The Doctor said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Layla asked slowly.

The Doctor smiled a bit, enjoying her wonder for a minute. "Do you believe that there can be beings up there?" He pointed a finger to the sky.

Aliens? Layla thought. Now, that would he entirely possible, since there were things like her, and Shaw.

"Why yes... I believe its possible," she replied slowly, gazing at the sky.

"Well good!" The Doctor said back. Layla gasped, snapping her gaze back to him.

"No way," she said, gaping at him. The Doctor just smiled back, his hands in his pockets.

"And your device box... its a traveling device?" Layla inquired more.

"Well... I'd say. It takes me through time and such."

"Woah..." Layla felt a bit of shock. "Why are you telling me this? You just met me."

"Well, I felt like I could trust you." He said.

"Well... thank you." Layla said quietly, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Now then," the Doctor said, looking at the sky, which was turning dark fast. "We better find a place for the night." Layla just nodded. He marched down the street, Layla on his heels, until he stopped in front of a tall building.

"Ah, there we go." He was looking at the sign near the door that said motel. Pushing open the door, he walked in. A desk was along the wall, next to some stairs. A man sat in a chair behind the desk, his feet propped up, and his face buried in a newspaper.

"Got a room?" The Doctor asked the man behind the desk.

"Yep. They be five dollars a night." He said, not looking up from his newpaper.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten my wallet..." the Doctor said, feeling his pockets. He looked at Layla for help, but she just shrugged.

"That ain't get you a room." The man behind the desk said, putting his feet down, and slapping his paper on the desk. "Dumb people.... I'll tell ya what, you can sleep in the storage room, just as long as you clean it." He pointed up the stairs. "First floor, and first door to the left."

"Well, thank you kind sir," the Doctor said, a slight sigh in his voice.

He motioned for Layla to follow, and he headed up the stairs. They found the room. It was dusty, but thankfully had two big windows facing the woods. The Doctor waved his hand around, and found a cord, which he pulled. A light lit up the room, revealing it to be extremely dusty, and crammed with stuff. Thankfully it was a lot of blankets and pillows. The room was quite large though.