𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

The Unquiet Dead Pt. 2

"Come on, you're losing them!" the Doctor shouts.

"Everything in order, Mister Dickens?" the driver asks.

"No! It is not!" the Doctor and {Y/N} share a look.

"What did he say?" the Doctor whispers to {Y/N}

"Dickens, I believe," she says.

"Yes?" they both look up at Dickens who was looking at them, {Y/N} looks at him for a few moments.

"The Charles Dickens?" she asks, Charles nods.

"Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. We've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost?"

"A Christmas Carol?" Charles asks, head tilted to the side.

"No, no, no, the one with the trains..." {Y/N} places her hand on her chin thinking.

"The Signal-Man!" she says pointing to the Doctor, smiling.

"That's it! Terrifying! The best short story ever written. You're a genius."

"You want me to get rid of them, sir?" the driver asks, Charles shakes his head even though the driver can't see him.

"Er, no, I think they can stay."

"Honestly, Charles. Can I can you Charles? We're such big fans" the Doctor says gesturing to {Y/N} and himself.

"A what? A big what?" Charles asks confused.

"Fan. Number one fans, that's us."

"How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?" Charles asks, {Y/N} shakes her head laughing a little.

"No, it means fanatic, devoted to" {Y/N} explains, Charles nods understanding, that's when the Doctor speaks up again.

"Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? It's rubbish, that bit" he says crossing his arms.

"I thought you said you were my fan?"

"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism. Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, forget that. Come on, faster" the Doctor shouts at the driver.

"Who exactly is in that hearse?" {Y/N} looks over at Charles.

"Our friend. She's only nineteen. It's our fault. She's in our care, and now she's in danger" {Y/N} says looking down at her intertwined hands, Charles places his hand on top of her hands.

"Why are we wasting time talking about dry old books then? This is much more important. Diver, be swift! The chase is on!"

"Yes, sir!" the diver shouts back, as the carriage picks up its pace.

"Attaboy, Charlie!" The Doctor says.

"Nobody calls me Charlie" Charles says, his hand still on top of {Y/N}'s.

"The ladies do" {Y/N} says, a small smile gracing her lips.

"How do you know that?"

"Like we said, we're you're number one."

"Number one fan" Charles nods.

*Time Skip*

Charles walks up to a door with {Y/N} and the Doctor following close behind, he knocks a couple of times before the door opens.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed."

"Nonsense. Since when did an Undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. Now I demand to see your master" Charles says.