Parallel: From Another World [1] (The Parallel Series) ✓

The Girl in the Fireplace

Rose looked around then frowned in wonder "Where'd all the crew go? "

"Good question." He pointed out nodding then looking at the 'not computer' "No life readings on board."

"Well, we're in deep space." Rose frowned "They didn't just nip out for a quick fag."

"No, I've checked all the smoking pods." He said sounding serious, not understanding her sarcasm. "Can you smell that?" He asked the three.

"Yeah, someone's cooking." Rita shivered knowing it was quite literally. The Doctor noticed this and stepped a little closer to the brunette.

"Sunday roast, definitely." Mickey guessed sniffing the air.

The Doctor used the 'not computer' to open a door behind the four which revealed a beautiful fireplace with a blazing fire.

"Well, there's something you don't see in your average spaceship."

"Says the one who has a ship disguised as a 1950's wooden police box with a swimming pool inside" she raised her eyebrows at him smirking slightly.

"Fair enough" he nodded not arguing due to knowing that she wouldn't back down, plus she was right. "But this is Eighteenth century. French. Nice mantle. Not a hologram. It's not even a reproduction. This actually is an eighteenth-century French fireplace. Double sided. There's another room through there."

Rose looked out of a porthole in the same wall of the fireplace. "There can't be. That's the outer hull of the ship. Look."

The Doctor knelt down beside the fireplace ignoring Rose. Rita copied him. "Hello." He waved smiling warmly.

"Hello." A young girl Rita knew as Reinette crouched down on the other side of the fireplace the flame flickering between the Doctor, Rita and Reinette.

"What's your name?" The Doctor asked looking behind the girl trying to figure out where she was.

"Reinette." She replied.

"Reinette," he said in thought. "That's a lovely name. Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?" He asked. The girl frowned as if the question was stupid and the answer was obvious.

"In my bedroom."

"And where's your bedroom?" Reinette frowned even more when asked this question. "Where do you live, Reinette?"

"Paris, of course."

"Paris, right!" He opened his mouth in an 'o' shape. Rita looked at him then rolled her eyes.

"Monsieur, Madam, what are you doing in my fireplace?" She now questioned them.

"Oh," he thought if some excuse to use. "It's just a routine fire check. Can you tell me what year it is?"

"Of course I can." She smiled. "Seventeen hundred and twenty-seven."

"Right, lovely. One of my favourites." Rita lightly elbowed him and whispered into his ear "She probably thinks you're mad"

"And two people watching a girl in a fireplace in her bedroom isn't mad?" He raised a brow at her in question.

"Good point" she rolled her eyes not wanting to further question.