Hello I'm Not the Doctor

She really was rather easy to read–she seemed perplexed by his statement. Either way– THANK YOU. Finally, someone who saw that there was only a little resemblance between him and the ancient Time Lord. Adrian shook his head, smiling. “Nevermind…” He decided to change the subject, unfortunately he could only think of the past one. “So…before I answer your question then…are you one of those people who see a 7 as average out of 10, or 5?” Adrian asked. “Of which the latter makes so much more sense, since 5 is the halfway point…though I find it’s mostly only Americans who make the mistake of 7…I think it might be their rather silly marking system or something.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I have been told I am a 12, by certain people.” The Doctor had said she was a 12 when she asked him. He had told her it was her eyes that drew him to her.  Eyes that were brighter than the ocean it seemed. It wasn’t an exaggeration. Her eyes were a rather deep piercing blue. And it seemed it ran in the family. 

“12?” Adrian repeated. “That sounds like someone being a tad overzealous in their flirtations, I think,” he remarked. “Realistically, you would have to be some sort of god to tip the scale like that.” The teacher looked her up and down, in a more of a pointed way than a perverse look. “Then again, you are not too far off from a god, are you Miss Summerfield?” he raised an eyebrow, referring to her particular biology. 

“Well it’s funny you say that.” Her eyes met his. “I was once mistaken  for a goddess, in my travels.  And I suppose I could be viewed as one  for various  reasons.  Although I think been a god could be very boring. I think it’s far better to look like one than to actually be one. Nobody should have that much power. Once I had all this power but my significant half at the time soon put a stop to that.  If you can call him that.  “

Adrian nodded. This woman seemed strangely open with herself and her story. A little too revealing. Did she have so few secrets? Or, on the other hand, perhaps too many: being so open might lead people astray from asking of any of her secrets. “The power is one thing, but in my opinion, the immortality--of which comes along with eternal boredom--would be way worse.” Adrian’s interest piqued. “Now, you have to tell me that story.”

She really was rather easy to read–she seemed perplexed by his statement. Either way– THANK YOU. Finally, someone who saw that there was only a little resemblance between him and the ancient Time Lord. Adrian shook his head, smiling. “Nevermind…” He decided to change the subject, unfortunately he could only think of the past one. “So…before I answer your question then…are you one of those people who see a 7 as average out of 10, or 5?” Adrian asked. “Of which the latter makes so much more sense, since 5 is the halfway point…though I find it’s mostly only Americans who make the mistake of 7…I think it might be their rather silly marking system or something.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I have been told I am a 12, by certain people.” The Doctor had said she was a 12 when she asked him. He had told her it was her eyes that drew him to her.  Eyes that were brighter than the ocean it seemed. It wasn’t an exaggeration. Her eyes were a rather deep piercing blue. And it seemed it ran in the family. 

“12?” Adrian repeated. “That sounds like someone being a tad overzealous in their flirtations, I think,” he remarked. “Realistically, you would have to be some sort of god to tip the scale like that.” The teacher looked her up and down, in a more of a pointed way than a perverse look. “Then again, you are not too far off from a god, are you Miss Summerfield?” he raised an eyebrow, referring to her particular biology.

She really was rather easy to read--she seemed perplexed by his statement. Either way-- THANK YOU. Finally, someone who saw that there was only a little resemblance between him and the ancient Time Lord. Adrian shook his head, smiling. “Nevermind...” He decided to change the subject, unfortunately he could only think of the past one. “So...before I answer your question then...are you one of those people who see a 7 as average out of 10, or 5?” Adrian asked. “Of which the latter makes so much more sense, since 5 is the halfway point...though I find it’s mostly only Americans who make the mistake of 7...I think it might be their rather silly marking system or something.”

“Huh! That’s very interesting,” Adrian said genuinely, walking in behind her. Wow, was he that bad at his job? He seemed to actually know little about her. Of course, she could be lying. Speaking of his job, he was beginning to wonder if she actually knew who he was. Maybe he really should of pretended to be her secret admirer. But that guy is a total creep. Adrian looked around for a few seconds. The restaurant appeared to be seat yourself, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stood awkwardly next to Benny, waiting for her to do something first. Damn his introversion. 

Adrian was mildly startled at her response. “No, unless you consider awkward introverts as alien…are you?” he asked, smirking, after quickly regaining his composure. “I teach, mostly. How about you?”

“I am an archaeologist for the most part. I do a lot of saving the universe, from time to time. And on occasion I am actually a model.  I have done some teaching in the past, with primary school ages. What do you teach?”

Adrian couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. I mean, he knew she wasn’t, realistically, but performance-wise? This was odd. She was odd. Odd, frustrating, compelling. “Is that so?” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Well, anyway, I teach English, secondary school currently. I must say I prefer it to the younger ages, but they both have their charms.”

Adrian’s face seemed to be permanently red. “I am not sure I am qualified to give such an answer, I...” Adrian trailed off, frowning. Again the word doctor is used with the definite “the” over the indefinite “a.” Did she misspeak? Adrian doubted it: he had heard people do this far too many times. “I do hope you’re not confusing me for someone else, I’m afraid I do get that a lot,” Adrian made an attempt at a weak joke, trying to mask his mild irritation. 

“Huh! That’s very interesting,” Adrian said genuinely, walking in behind her. Wow, was he that bad at his job? He seemed to actually know little about her. Of course, she could be lying. Speaking of his job, he was beginning to wonder if she actually knew who he was. Maybe he really should of pretended to be her secret admirer. But that guy is a total creep. Adrian looked around for a few seconds. The restaurant appeared to be seat yourself, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stood awkwardly next to Benny, waiting for her to do something first. Damn his introversion. 

Adrian was mildly startled at her response. “No, unless you consider awkward introverts as alien…are you?” he asked, smirking, after quickly regaining his composure. “I teach, mostly. How about you?”

“I am an archaeologist for the most part. I do a lot of saving the universe, from time to time. And on occasion I am actually a model.  I have done some teaching in the past, with primary school ages. What do you teach?”

Adrian couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. I mean, he knew she wasn’t, realistically, but performance-wise? This was odd. She was odd. Odd, frustrating, compelling. “Is that so?” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Well, anyway, I teach English, secondary school currently. I must say I prefer it to the younger ages, but they both have their charms.”

“Huh! That’s very interesting,” Adrian said genuinely, walking in behind her. Wow, was he that bad at his job? He seemed to actually know little about her. Of course, she could be lying. Speaking of his job, he was beginning to wonder if she actually knew who he was. Maybe he really should of pretended to be her secret admirer. But that guy is a total creep. Adrian looked around for a few seconds. The restaurant appeared to be seat yourself, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stood awkwardly next to Benny, waiting for her to do something first. Damn his introversion. 

Adrian was mildly startled at her response. “No, unless you consider awkward introverts as alien…are you?” he asked, smirking, after quickly regaining his composure. “I teach, mostly. How about you?”

“I am an archaeologist for the most part. I do a lot of saving the universe, from time to time. And on occasion I am actually a model.  I have done some teaching in the past, with primary school ages. What do you teach?”

Adrian couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. I mean, he knew she wasn’t, realistically, but performance-wise? This was odd. She was odd. Odd, frustrating, compelling. “Is that so?” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Well, anyway, I teach English, secondary school currently. I must say I prefer it to the younger ages, but they both have their charms.”

“Huh! That’s very interesting,” Adrian said genuinely, walking in behind her. Wow, was he that bad at his job? He seemed to actually know little about her. Of course, she could be lying. Speaking of his job, he was beginning to wonder if she actually knew who he was. Maybe he really should of pretended to be her secret admirer. But that guy is a total creep. Adrian looked around for a few seconds. The restaurant appeared to be seat yourself, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stood awkwardly next to Benny, waiting for her to do something first. Damn his introversion. 

Adrian was mildly startled at her response. “No, unless you consider awkward introverts as alien...are you?” he asked, smirking, after quickly regaining his composure. “I teach, mostly. How about you?”

“Huh! That’s very interesting,” Adrian said genuinely, walking in behind her. Wow, was he that bad at his job? He seemed to actually know little about her. Of course, she could be lying. Speaking of his job, he was beginning to wonder if she actually knew who he was. Maybe he really should of pretended to be her secret admirer. But that guy is a total creep. Adrian looked around for a few seconds. The restaurant appeared to be seat yourself, but he wasn’t sure, so he just stood awkwardly next to Benny, waiting for her to do something first. Damn his introversion. 

“Yes, six, that sounds goo–” Adrian paused. His boss would be screaming at him right now. SAY YOU HAVE A PREVIOUSLY MADE APPOINTMENT, SMITH. “Wait, pick you up where?” 

 "Planet pizza. I hear it’s good. “ Benny wondered how she had managed to  land herself a sort of date so quickly. Normally she was picky but the guy was cute and she was totally making an exception. Besides she was young and single she could see who she wanted.

“Hmm?” Adrian looked up at her, fixing his bow tie (the fanciest pair he owned, though he knew planet pizza was not at all a fancy place…All bow ties were fancy!) “Of course I came. Did you think I would stand you up? You’re too pretty for that.” Immediately, he regretted saying that. “Not to mean that you’re only appreciated for your looks, or anything, you actually have a great personality and are very–err, well, I assume so, anyway.” Adrian stammered, getting all flustered, for numerous reasons. She was attractive, he didn’t want to accidentally insult her, and he probably was about to blow his cover. Gosh darn it.

Adrian nodded, knowing all of this. He was about to reply, when he realized he shouldn’t know any of it. He wasn’t a great actor, but he could try, at least. He figured it would be rude to ask about the older daughter, inquiring about Benny’s age, so he went with the more bizarre statement. “You’re...half human?” Adrian raised an eyebrow. He actually did not know that. He assumed she was full time lord.

“Yes, six, that sounds goo–” Adrian paused. His boss would be screaming at him right now. SAY YOU HAVE A PREVIOUSLY MADE APPOINTMENT, SMITH. “Wait, pick you up where?” 

 "Planet pizza. I hear it’s good. “ Benny wondered how she had managed to  land herself a sort of date so quickly. Normally she was picky but the guy was cute and she was totally making an exception. Besides she was young and single she could see who she wanted.

"Hmm?” Adrian looked up at her, fixing his bow tie (the fanciest pair he owned, though he knew planet pizza was not at all a fancy place...All bow ties were fancy!) “Of course I came. Did you think I would stand you up? You’re too pretty for that.” Immediately, he regretted saying that. “Not to mean that you’re only appreciated for your looks, or anything, you actually have a great personality and are very--err, well, I assume so, anyway.” Adrian stammered, getting all flustered, for numerous reasons. She was attractive, he didn’t want to accidentally insult her, and he probably was about to blow his cover. Gosh darn it.

A normal young person in the dating game might stumble a bit at hearing ‘my kids,’ but to a teacher, but this was a pretty normal phrase, regardless of one’s age. “Hmm…then perhaps we should head to the YA section? That genre can be just as great as the classics, you know.”

She shrugged and nodded gently. “Maybe! We just finished a YA novel.” Charlie smiled at him and pushed her glasses up. “Why don’t you just tell me the first book that pops into your head and that’ll be the book I teach the class next!” She said as she moved over to him and slid her hand in his, then continued looking at the shelves of books.

"Hmm...” Adrian trailed off in thought, as his eyes scanned the bookshelves without really reading any of the titles. Oh! How considerate it was of her to ask him to say the first book to pop into his head, as making a proper choice would be very difficult. There were just so many good YA novels. “How about Red Rising, by Pierce Brown? It’s like a mix between The Hunger Games, Ender’s Game, and The Game of Thrones, certain reviewers say...though personally, I’d say a bit like Harry Potter too,” Adrian suggested. “It’s also one of the few dystopian novels/series I know of with a male protagonist,” he added.

“What do I like…doing?” Adrian asked, each word taking a painfully long time for him to enunciate. “Well I…I rather like reading. Poetry is grand. Writing can be pretty fun too, though often stressing…literature discussion is also always exciting…” Adrian trailed off, feeling self-conscious. I, uh, probably sound really boring.”

“Oh, good!” The Doctor responded and paused for a moment before continuing. “I’ve met more boring people. Archaeologists, for instance. Well…Most archaeologists. The library is that way. Just keep walking until you find it. The TARDIS has a huge collection. I’m sure you’ll find enough entertainment to last you for a while.”

"Oh, all right then,” Adrian replied, turning around to face the direction this Doctor man pointed to. “A time-traveling library. Right,” the teacher mumbled to himself. “What if I spoil something by mistake?” Nonetheless, his curiosity was peeked, so he rushed off to find this grand library.

Adrian had to admit, he was a bit confused. None of the other dancing students questioned his action of putting a flower crown on their head. They just laughed and went along with it. It was a school dance–teachers did that kind of crap all the time, right? This girl was a tad odd. So, Adrian just smiled at her. “A pretty crown for a pretty girl.”

Adrian frowned, noticing a subtle change in her behavior. Teachers were good at picking up on these types of things, you know. “Is there something wrong, miss?”

Adrian laughed and squeezed her hands. “That sounds fantastic–some little bird once told me food always taste better if you make it yourself. Though in my experience, microwave dinners always taste the same,” Adrian grimaced. Being poor sucked. “But I must warn you, I am an awful dancer. Very clumsy on my feet.”

Charlie smiled when he squeezed her hands. She swayed their hands a bit and nodded. “Home food is almost always better than restaurant food! Why don’t we do that instead! Let’s just cook tonight!” She said and brought his hand up to her lips to kiss the back of his fingers. A small chuckle fell from her lips and she looked up at Adrian. “I’m one of the clumsiest people you could ever meet, my dear.” She grinned.

"You think so too? So many other people I know rather fancy dining out.” Adrian looked around, beginning to get excited. He rushed over to his pantry and picked up an old apron. He brushed off the gathered dust on it. “First things first though...who gets to wear this?”

“What should we do? He’s getting closer!” Aurora cried out.

"I don’t know!” Adrian admitted, her nerves affecting his. He wished he had a weapon of some sort on him. Anything. They could just keep running, but what would that do with s creature faster than them? Hiding wouldn’t work either--this species was known for their infinite determination in finding prey. It would never stop. “Oh! Wait, I think--” Before Adrian could finish his sentence, the alien sprinted forward, scooped the pair up in its clawed hands, sprouted wings, and flew off. 

Adrian tried to turn his head but it was too late. Darn it. Oh well. He smiled. “Is that so? What can you cook?”

“I suppose I can try to cook whatever you’d like!” Charlie raised her eyebrows at him and tilted her head. “You could even help me in the kitchen and we can dance to Christmas music as we cook.” She smirked and grabbed his hands.

Adrian laughed and squeezed her hands. “That sounds fantastic--some little bird once told me food always taste better if you make it yourself. Though in my experience, microwave dinners always taste the same,” Adrian grimaced. Being poor sucked. “But I must warn you, I am an awful dancer. Very clumsy on my feet.”