Touch The Sky: Doctor Who/Studio C [Book 3]

No Such Thing as a Boring History

No Such Thing as a Boring History

(Original Story: Part 2)

"You know, I thought we were done with the whole 'getting arrested' thing."

Mallory's words were dry and Matt couldn't bring himself to answer them. They were somewhere inside the castle proper now, in a small stone room with two narrow beds and a high, barred window.

"I was actually pretty happy about the idea, too."

He still didn't respond, instead glaring at a window that was too far above his head to do him any good before looking at one of the beds, trying to see if it was bolted down before he made a fool of himself trying to move it.

Behind him, she huffed and crossed her arms. "I did try to warn you."

"I know," he said irritably, giving the metal frame an experimental tug and finding it moved easily enough, thought it gave a sickening scrape against the stone floor.

"You seem to have an tremendous talent for ignoring what's right in front of your face lately," she said dryly. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get high enough to look out the window, since I figured you don't really want me to sit on your shoulder," he shot back, ignoring the earlier jab.

"Fair point." She dropped on the other bed, pulling her legs up and sitting cross legged, leaning back against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Making myself comfortable, since we're evidently going to be here a while."

"Not if we're lucky," Matt said, finally getting the bed where he wanted it and stepping up on top of it. "Never mind," he said, peering through the window.

"How far up are we?"

"Far enough," he said.

"Can't you just call Donna?" Mallory asked. "Haven't you got your phone on you?"

"Oh," he said, turning around, dropping to the floor and reaching into his pocket. "No signal," he said with surprise, eyeing his phone suspiciously.

"Do you not have universal roaming anymore?"

"No, I do," he said. "Only as of a couple hours ago, but still."

"Then you should have signal anywhere. Well, except the caves on Rijul, but even then we had something spotty for the most part."

"Yes, I am aware of that," he said dryly. "Hence my confusion at the fact that I don't."

"Gosh, I forgot you're a pain in the neck."

"Yeah, thanks."

"You think it's genetic?" she wondered aloud. "I dunno if I can handle having two full-blown Meese egos running around in a couple years."

Despite himself, he couldn't quite help the smile quirking his lips. "Thanks."

"Welcome."

Matt blew out a breath. "Speaking of Rijul," he said, circling back in the conversation, "I wasn't lying when I said I'd I met an old friend. We're in the same century."

"Really?" She straightened up, one hand still resting on her belly in a manner that was far more distracting than it should have been. "Who?"

He hesitated for a moment, before answering, "Cyndi."

"Seriously?" Mallory stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to decipher whether or not he was fooling with her. "Is her dad with her?"

"Didn't see him," he answered. "She's older now, though. Said she's nineteen."