Doctor Who Oneshots

Jealousy :)

Word count cause holy hell this is long: 3154 words

Nine:

The Doctor didn't see a problem at all with taking you on a date in the 1940's. Sure he should have made sure it wasn't during the war, but who thinks about that?

Some fishy things were happening so what was going to be a date ended up being an adventure, much to your dismay. You love your adventures, but you wanted to have a nice little date with the Doctor that didn't include any other aliens, or at least none that are blood thirsty.

You heard the sound of a child crying and as much as you wanted to stay by the Doctor, your heart was hurting for them. You had to go see if you could do something.

You ran into the alley where the child's cries were heard and paused for a second when you saw a dog making an approach towards a small child that couldn't be older than seven.

"Hey kid?" You call out. The frightened child looks up at you. "I'll distract the dog and you run. Got that?"

The child nodded and so you grabbed a nearby pipe and hit it against a metal tin. The dog looked over at you and growled.

"Here, doggy! Come on, come get me!" You banged the pipe again and the dog started running towards you. You turned on your heel and ran, looking over your shoulder to make sure the dog followed.

When you saw that the dog indeed had, you smiled a little to yourself. Now the child shouldn't have to deal with this dog, but... You smile sunk into a frown. How will I get out of the situation?

You kept running, thankful that you wore flats instead of heels. You had to think of something quick!

Suddenly you felt a hand grab yours and you smiled, instantly thinking it was the Doctor since he had done the same thing years ago. But again, your smile sunk as you saw someone else running and holding your hand.

"I know somewhere safe. Just follow me." The kind stranger stated in an American accent.

He takes his hand from yours and presses something on a strange watch he's wearing. He then grabs your hand and slams it on the watch.

In the blink of an eye, you were... somewhere else. A space ship? Your eyes widen and you stumble backwards a little.

You look around and notice a book laying on a small surface so you grab the book and hold it tight in your hands. "Who are you? Are you going to hurt me? Where are we? Is this your ship?" You ask.

"Calm down, hotshot." The man grinned. "I won't hurt you. We're on my ship in front of Big Ben. The name's Captain Jack Harkness."

You look at the stranger and take in his features. He's fairly handsome with blue eyes, brown hair and a nice jaw line.

"I'm guessing twenty-first century? No one has worn flats like those in ages. Or will, at least. How did you end up in 1943?" Jack asked.

"I know someone." You keep your response short. "Do you have anything to scan for alien tech? Or just to scan for an alien?"

"Your friend an alien?" Jack asked as he went to what looked like a console.

"Yep. Get me to him please." You demand politely.

He starts scanning and plays some soft slow music, making you smile a bit.

"This could take a while." He states. "Wine?"

"I'll pass."

Jack shrugs and grabs the wine and a glass, pouring it into it.

You start hearing a beeping noise and Jack's eyebrows shoot up. "That was quick. Come on, cutie. We're using the vortex manipulator again."