The Girl From His Memories ☾ Doctor Who Fanfiction [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 2~ The Sound of the Drumms

3 person pov:

A soft ticking broke into the thick darkness. It was barely audible, but it increased its volume with every second that passed. A ticking similar to a thin metal coming in contact with ceramic. Like a spoon mixing sugar in a cup of tea. And it was approaching, as if someone walked with a cup of tea in their hands, closer and closer to her.

«So.» a man's voice, who she eventually recognized as Jack, said, standing probably a feet far. Lizzie opened her eyes that were resting closed the second earlier, giving her all that darkness, peace and silence, that she was in desperate need of. «Explain me the whole "he can't travel nowhere else than into this year" thing again, could you?» Jack questioned, placing a cup of tea on the desk next to the Doctor -who was sitting behind the desk with the laptop in front of him, facing his back to the whole room- then one to Martha and, for last, to Lizzie, before sitting on the chair that he dragged in front of the sofa where the girl was currently sitting.

She took a breath in «Well...» she started, trying to straighten her posture up but, since she still hadn't gained complete power over her new body, ended slumping forward in the sofa, sliding so down to almost fall from it.

She left out a silent annoyed huff before once more, one hand gripping the cup in her hand, attempting to sit. Her eyes wondering around the room for a second, she caught a glimpse of the Doctor's brown eyes watching her from behind his glasses, in the window's reflection he was facing.

He, leaning his chin on his hand, looked away straight after that, focusing back on the monitor.

Lizzie couldn't help but be confused in his behavior. She didn't know what it was, but he was acting strange. She brushed that off returning to watch Jack before her as she moved the glasses from her nose astride her head. «So.» she began «Before he stole the TARDIS, I managed to fuse the coordinates. I locked them permanently from Utopia,  so he could only travel between the year 100 trillion and the last place the TARDIS landed.» she indicated one end with one hand and the other with her other one, then bringing the cup she was still holding in her hand to her mouth and taking a sip.

«Which is right here, right now.» the Doctor finished for her, mumbling it in his hand, still not turning around.

«Yeah, but a little leeway?» Jack questioned, giving a glance to Lizzie then to the Doctor. Or, well, his back.

«Well...» Lizzie, frowning, looked upwards, thinking. «Em... Eighteen months, tops?» her voice went high as she spoke the number. She then looked back at Jack. «Yeah, eighteen months. The most he could have been here is eighteen months.»

«So how has he managed all this?» the Doctor asked, more himself, finally turning half around though still not looking at anyone, instead watching an undetermined point on the wall. «The Master was always sort of...hypnotic...» his eyes couldn't help but wonder towards Lizzie's for a second, who gave him a raised brow. He cleared his throat and looked back at the wall, as if he were in thoughts. «...but this is on a massive scale.»

Lizzie, eyebrow still raised, remained to watch him. Jack, and whoever would've watched the duo, couldn't helped think that, in that second of eye contact, the two communicated without words. The trio -Lizzie, still watching the Doctor, Jack, watching the two of them, and the Doctor watching the wall-, snapped out when Martha spoke out of nowhere «I was gonna vote for him.»

«Really?» Lizzie and the Doctor questioned in synchronize, looking at the girl who was sitting on the arm of the couch, where the Doctor sat before. «Well, it was before I even met you. And I liked him.» she admitted.