Post by Oldmankrondas on May 5, 2011 22:42:40 GMT
Anna slid the plate of sausage, beans and chips aside, she couldn't face food, certainly not when she was sitting opposite the father she had believed to be dead for 13 years. 'So then?' her father beamed, his plate of food still completely untouched.
Anna looked up from the table at her father. 'So what?'
'Birthday? What do you want to do?' George asked, smiling widely. 'Never got to visit the Millenium Dome, we could try there?'
Anna sucked in air through her teeth. 'Yeah, that didn't last long...it's a concert venue now.' She heard the canteen doors swing open violently from behind her and someone marching towards them purposefully.
She didn't even need to turn around to know it was the Doctor. He lifted a chair and dragged it over to sit between father and daughter, grabbed a fork from the table, jabbed it into a sausage, raised it and bit off a mouthful.
'So Brigadier Harchester was telling me about a stage psychic who's been making some rather outlandish claims to be able to reunite Earth with its dead.'
Anna's eyes widened as she fixed the Doctor with a look of embarrasment and horror. He bit off another mouthful of sausage, then caught her look. 'Oh I'm sorry weren't you finished?' he slid the plate towards her. 'Anyway, he's performing in the West End, so I think I'm going to pay him a visit. Fancy coming along? It could maybe give some answers about...'
Anna shook her head, then turned to her father. 'Sorry about the Doctor Dad, he sometimes gets mixed up between eccentric alien genius and rudest man on the planet.'
The Doctor turned round to George for the first time and outstretched a hand. 'Captain George Talbot! Terribly sorry, I'm the Doctor.'
George Talbot squinted at him. 'The Doctor?'
The Doctor grinned, nodding his head. 'The very same.'
George shook his head. 'No you're not.'
'What do you mean "No you're not"?' the Doctor spluttered, Anna was trying not to laugh.
'The Doctor must be a fair age now, when I met him in Saudi Arabia he was a short Scottish bloke with a linen suit and a question mark umbrella.' George replied, standing up to leave. 'Anyway "Doctor", I'm taking my daughter out for her birthday.'
'Wait a minute.' Anna suddenly had a serious look on her face as she looked the Doctor in the eye. 'Answers to what?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You said a visit to this psychic might provide answers. Answers to what? My Dad being alive?'
'Anna...' the Doctor began.
'No. You have to find answers for everything don't you? He's my Dad, there was an accident and he's turned up 13 years in the future. It's unlikely sure, but think of all the things we've seen. He's my father Doctor. Plain and simple.' Anna got up to leave. 'Enjoy the theatre....' She couldn't even look at the Doctor as she left, angry that he couldn't let her be happy and reunited with her father, that he had to find an explaination for what had happened and not see it for what it was. A miracle.
Sarah had been waiting in the box office of the theatre for fifteen minutes when the girl returned, the apologetic look on her face no doubt well rehearsed from hundreds of denied refunds. 'I'm terribly sorry Miss Smith, but Mr Bolam is feeling rather under the weather this afternoon so he'll be unable to do the interview with you.' She handed Sarah a lanyard which had the word 'PRESS' emblazoned on the card. 'He invites you to attend tonights press conference which will be held at Hyde Park from the stage where he's conducting tomorrows event. Really sorry I couldn't be anymore help.'
Sarah put the lanyard in her handbag, picked up a leaflet for the show she was interested in seeing, smiled at the girl and turned to leave. 'Not your fault, thanks anyway.'
As she made her way down the box office steps on to the street, she began rummaging around in her handbag for the lockpick she always carried. She continued to root through the bag as she carried on down the street, bumping into a tall man in a tweed three piece suit and long brown raincoat as she did so. She glanced up and smiled apologetically, not unlike the girl at the box office. 'Sorry!' she said brightly to the man who was grinning widely. There was something familiar about him, she turned the corner and headed down the alleyway towards the stage door. She would speak with Andre Bolam tonight before the stage managed press conference. As she reached the stage door, she couldn't help but think she heard a man calling her name from behind her.
Corporal Daniels had dropped the Doctor off, the Doctor dismissing him, assuring the young Corporal he'd take a leisurely stroll back to UNIT or would contact Brigadier Harchester if there was any problems. He walked along the street toward the theatre where Bolam was performing, the heavy amount of advertising for the show indicating to him he was in the right part of London. Distracted by the advertising materials, he bumped into a woman with shoulder length brown hair in her early 60s dressed in a burgundy cordouroy trouser suit with a white blouse. She looked up at him and smiled a smile he had not seen for a very long time. He smiled back, and watched her walk round the corner and down an alleyway. The Doctor turned on his heel and ran after her, calling out her name.
He eventually caught up with her by the stage door where she was crouched down, trying to pick the lock but having no luck. The Doctor produced his sonic screwdriver, emitting a whirring sound which seemed to trigger recognition in Sarah, she shot to her feet and spun round to face him, her face suddenly fell, disappointed. 'Oh, I'm sorry you're not who I thought you were.'
'That's the second time I've heard that today!' The Doctor grumbled.
'I have to ask though...where did you get the sonic screwdriver?' she asked, winking conspiratorially.
'Oh come on Sarah Jane! Where do you think?'
Sarah leaned forward, looked him up and down, glanced at the familiar looking sonic screwdriver. He looked very different from the time he had dropped her off back on Earth in the TARDIS, but then he had done that before. And no matter how many different faces he would take, there was no mistaking that twinkle in his eye. 'Doctor?'
The Doctor beamed widely, outstretching his arms. 'Hello Sarah Jane!'
Anna looked up from the table at her father. 'So what?'
'Birthday? What do you want to do?' George asked, smiling widely. 'Never got to visit the Millenium Dome, we could try there?'
Anna sucked in air through her teeth. 'Yeah, that didn't last long...it's a concert venue now.' She heard the canteen doors swing open violently from behind her and someone marching towards them purposefully.
She didn't even need to turn around to know it was the Doctor. He lifted a chair and dragged it over to sit between father and daughter, grabbed a fork from the table, jabbed it into a sausage, raised it and bit off a mouthful.
'So Brigadier Harchester was telling me about a stage psychic who's been making some rather outlandish claims to be able to reunite Earth with its dead.'
Anna's eyes widened as she fixed the Doctor with a look of embarrasment and horror. He bit off another mouthful of sausage, then caught her look. 'Oh I'm sorry weren't you finished?' he slid the plate towards her. 'Anyway, he's performing in the West End, so I think I'm going to pay him a visit. Fancy coming along? It could maybe give some answers about...'
Anna shook her head, then turned to her father. 'Sorry about the Doctor Dad, he sometimes gets mixed up between eccentric alien genius and rudest man on the planet.'
The Doctor turned round to George for the first time and outstretched a hand. 'Captain George Talbot! Terribly sorry, I'm the Doctor.'
George Talbot squinted at him. 'The Doctor?'
The Doctor grinned, nodding his head. 'The very same.'
George shook his head. 'No you're not.'
'What do you mean "No you're not"?' the Doctor spluttered, Anna was trying not to laugh.
'The Doctor must be a fair age now, when I met him in Saudi Arabia he was a short Scottish bloke with a linen suit and a question mark umbrella.' George replied, standing up to leave. 'Anyway "Doctor", I'm taking my daughter out for her birthday.'
'Wait a minute.' Anna suddenly had a serious look on her face as she looked the Doctor in the eye. 'Answers to what?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You said a visit to this psychic might provide answers. Answers to what? My Dad being alive?'
'Anna...' the Doctor began.
'No. You have to find answers for everything don't you? He's my Dad, there was an accident and he's turned up 13 years in the future. It's unlikely sure, but think of all the things we've seen. He's my father Doctor. Plain and simple.' Anna got up to leave. 'Enjoy the theatre....' She couldn't even look at the Doctor as she left, angry that he couldn't let her be happy and reunited with her father, that he had to find an explaination for what had happened and not see it for what it was. A miracle.
*
Sarah had been waiting in the box office of the theatre for fifteen minutes when the girl returned, the apologetic look on her face no doubt well rehearsed from hundreds of denied refunds. 'I'm terribly sorry Miss Smith, but Mr Bolam is feeling rather under the weather this afternoon so he'll be unable to do the interview with you.' She handed Sarah a lanyard which had the word 'PRESS' emblazoned on the card. 'He invites you to attend tonights press conference which will be held at Hyde Park from the stage where he's conducting tomorrows event. Really sorry I couldn't be anymore help.'
Sarah put the lanyard in her handbag, picked up a leaflet for the show she was interested in seeing, smiled at the girl and turned to leave. 'Not your fault, thanks anyway.'
As she made her way down the box office steps on to the street, she began rummaging around in her handbag for the lockpick she always carried. She continued to root through the bag as she carried on down the street, bumping into a tall man in a tweed three piece suit and long brown raincoat as she did so. She glanced up and smiled apologetically, not unlike the girl at the box office. 'Sorry!' she said brightly to the man who was grinning widely. There was something familiar about him, she turned the corner and headed down the alleyway towards the stage door. She would speak with Andre Bolam tonight before the stage managed press conference. As she reached the stage door, she couldn't help but think she heard a man calling her name from behind her.
*
Corporal Daniels had dropped the Doctor off, the Doctor dismissing him, assuring the young Corporal he'd take a leisurely stroll back to UNIT or would contact Brigadier Harchester if there was any problems. He walked along the street toward the theatre where Bolam was performing, the heavy amount of advertising for the show indicating to him he was in the right part of London. Distracted by the advertising materials, he bumped into a woman with shoulder length brown hair in her early 60s dressed in a burgundy cordouroy trouser suit with a white blouse. She looked up at him and smiled a smile he had not seen for a very long time. He smiled back, and watched her walk round the corner and down an alleyway. The Doctor turned on his heel and ran after her, calling out her name.
He eventually caught up with her by the stage door where she was crouched down, trying to pick the lock but having no luck. The Doctor produced his sonic screwdriver, emitting a whirring sound which seemed to trigger recognition in Sarah, she shot to her feet and spun round to face him, her face suddenly fell, disappointed. 'Oh, I'm sorry you're not who I thought you were.'
'That's the second time I've heard that today!' The Doctor grumbled.
'I have to ask though...where did you get the sonic screwdriver?' she asked, winking conspiratorially.
'Oh come on Sarah Jane! Where do you think?'
Sarah leaned forward, looked him up and down, glanced at the familiar looking sonic screwdriver. He looked very different from the time he had dropped her off back on Earth in the TARDIS, but then he had done that before. And no matter how many different faces he would take, there was no mistaking that twinkle in his eye. 'Doctor?'
The Doctor beamed widely, outstretching his arms. 'Hello Sarah Jane!'
