Her Secrets {Doctor Who FanFic}

Crazy and Crazier

Hey, so part two of episode one is now here. I think I'll be posting like this in order to seperate the episodes and make it more manageable, reading and writing wise. I hope you likew the chapter. Next chapter up in a bit. 

I awoke to my mobile going off. Groggily, I reached for it, knocking it onto the floor. I groaned and got up, answering before the call ended.

"Mickey and I are going to meet this man, Clive. He knows about the Doctor. Want to come?"

"Would I have to be nice to Mickey?"

"It would be nice but I need you to come. Mickey thinks this guy is crazy."

"Maybe he is but I'm in."

"Great. We'll pick you up in a bit."

"Alright," I said before ending the call. Walking to the bathroom, I washed my face and taking down my hair. Because I hadn't done anything to it, it had reverted to its naturally curly state. I left it down, not really caring what anyone would think; it looked good frizzy.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Putting on my leather jacket, I opened the door to Rose with a smile on her face. She pulled me down to Mickey's bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle. A few minutes later, we were at the man, Clive's, house.

"You're not coming in. He's safe. He's got a wife and kids," Rose said in an attempt to keep Mickey in the car.

"Yeah, who told you that? He did. That's exactly what an internet lunatic murderer would say." Rose and I rolled our eyes before exiting the car. Walking up to the house, Rose knocked on the door. A kid answered the door.

"Hello, I've come to see Clive? We've been emailing."

"Her, not me," I smirked.

The boy smiled at me before turning into the house. "Dad! It's one of your nutters! Even brought her nurse." I laughed as Rose glared at the boy. A man on the heavier side with short brown hair arrived at the door, holding out his hand to us.

"Oh, sorry. Hello. You must be Rose and Cerys. I'm Clive, obviously." I shook his hand, all the while glaring at Rose for telling him about me.

"You should tell him, you know, just in case," I told Rose.

Clive looked at us confused. "My boyfriend's waiting in the car, just in case you're going to kill us."

"No, good point. No murders," Clive said before he waved to Mickey. I then heard a woman ask who was at the door. "Oh, it's something to do with the Doctor. She's been reading the website. Please, come through. I'm in the shed." He ushered us into the house. I smiled when the woman couldn't wrap it around her head that a woman had read about the Doctor and followed Rose and Clive.

When we got to the shed, Clive showed us around the small space. "A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive. I couldn't just send it to you. People might intercept it, if you know what I mean. If you dig deep enough and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place." Clive had pulled out a dark blue folder from a pile of papers. "Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just the Doctor. Always The Doctor. And the title seems to have been passed down from father to son. It appears to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?" He pointed to the fuzzy internet image.