Fiery hair and catastrophic blood

        “Ooo! A love letter!”                         ”Melody! Get out of my room!”     “Who knew you could be so romantic.”                                                      ”Put that down!”                                  ”Not until you give my gun back!”

He rubbed the back of his head some with a cheeky smile. “Sorry ma. You know how my attention can be sometimes. How’ve you been?”

"You know how it is, so, so." She said with a small shrug. "Been meeting new people." She smiled, "What about you?"

"Same. Been trying that whole socializing thing outside work. Women keep... Trying to talk to me. It's a bit concerning."

Alexander paused outside of his office, empathy picking up on something very not good. Opening his door, he paused in the doorway as the man his family told him stories of was there. “You’re…. Not here for a checkup, are you?” He said hesitatingly, something at the back of his mind nagging him that this wasn’t really the Doctor-but it had to be… Right?

"No, how’d you guess." The voice glitched somewhere in the sentence, meant as sarcasm. He looked at the stranger in front of him, like it was the first time he’d seen him.

The darkness he felt in the other was starting overwhelm him and he unconsciously took a step back. "I can feel it. Who are you and how did you find me?"

"Afternoon, ms. Here for a check up?" He had no need to think anything of his sister or The Doctor’s life when at work.

"I was actually just wonderin’ if my friend had come by here — I’ve lost him, see, an’ he’s, er, sort of my ride. He’s tall, wearin’ a pinstriped suit an’ trainers, got on a big brown coat?"

"Spiky hair? Seemingly endless amount of energy?" He asked, raising a brow. "If so, yes. He ran in here, pulling my hair, said 'Allons-y' and ran off. I thought he escaped from the psychiatric floor or something."

He said, with his usual emphatic tone. He eyed the ginger, "Alexander Pond? Are you by any chance related to Amy and Rory? Also Ponds, one’s got a nose, the other’s got hair like yours." He gestured awkwardly, first to his nose, then to the other’s fiery curls. Of course he already knew the answer; name, hair, mention of a sister, who else could he possibly be? Still, he awaited the answer before making any judgements. 

Alexander chuckled as he watched the other make the gestures, nodding some. “They’re my mum and da-yes.” He still had a 50’s style New York accent mixed his father’s English and mothers Scottish. To say the least, it made for an interesting mix.

“Hang on, no, you can’t be! They, well, she said, the last time, when–look, never mind that, you’re lying!” He exclaimed. “How do you really know them, who are you?”

He stared at the other. "Why would I lie about that? Have you ever had a Scottish mum? It's not something you would want to make up." He jested some before pulling out a envelope his mom gave him when young to give to The Doctor if they ever met. "The Weeping angels did something that... Well, fixed her sort of. They didn' know it till she got pregnant and that's the only solution they could come up with."

"U-uuh…."

"I… Do not know…"

[ ♛ ] ~ “I've got…darker hair,” Sherlock chuckled, finding this all rather amusing. “Don't suppose your name would be…Sherlock?”

"No-though I-I imagine yours i-is? I'm Alexander Pond."

"U-uuh…."

"I... Do not know..."

        “A-ah, yes… Hel-lo… Did you need something?”

"Yep. Kind of. I’d quite like my son to call in once in a while."

He rubbed the back of his head some with a cheeky smile. "Sorry ma. You know how my attention can be sometimes. How've you been?"

"W-well... Follow me than.." He stuttered, turning off the projector and making his way out of the room.

He said, with his usual emphatic tone. He eyed the ginger, "Alexander Pond? Are you by any chance related to Amy and Rory? Also Ponds, one’s got a nose, the other’s got hair like yours." He gestured awkwardly, first to his nose, then to the other’s fiery curls. Of course he already knew the answer; name, hair, mention of a sister, who else could he possibly be? Still, he awaited the answer before making any judgements. 

Alexander chuckled as he watched the other make the gestures, nodding some. "They're my mum and da-yes." He still had a 50's style New York accent mixed his father's English and mothers Scottish. To say the least, it made for an interesting mix.

Alexander was in the middle of working out some molecular equations for new anti-bodies when someone came in. “A-ah, yes… Hello… How may I h-help you?”

She entered the room,looking around,squinting her eyes then looked at Alexander.”Hello…yes sorry to bother you…i was looking….i don’t know, where i am exactly ?.”

"A-a-ahh… Wel-l-l… You’re o-on the four-r-rth floor of st.bar-bar-barts.." He tried clearing his throat and settling himself to cease the embarrassing stutter his father passed down. "Oncology ward… I’m head of oncology. D-doc-doctor Alexander Pond. W-where exact-t-tly were you head-d-ded?

"The fouth floor ? Damn i bet it’s the wrong one."She looked outside before looking back at the other,smiling."Nice to meet you Doctor,i’m looking for the morgue,someone is waiting for me there."

"I-I could take you there if you want?"

    ♠; —- “A bowtie? I haven’t worn one of those in a very long time.” He said, wondering who his parents were, he would ask when he had the chance, taking care of this alien was his priority right now. “Uhm… well… catching this alien shouldn’t be to hard…I hope.” There was always the odd chance it’d hear him coming and make this a whole lot more difficult, perhaps he should have locked the box he had it in more securely.

 ❖;—- "You really suck at this whole reassuring thing." He said, very much nervous now. "If it’s in the attic, you could go through the window from the room next to it as I make some noise and distract it?" Honestly, he just wanted it out of his house. The fact the man his sister married and mum and dad told stories about was in his house could be awed over later. 

    ♠; —- Oops, he hadn’t meant to make the man nervous at all, he could apologize later, he had an flesh eating alien to catch before someone got hurt, if no one had in the first place. He ran his fingers through his hair and then nodded.”Yes, that’d help…we’ve just got to make sure it doesn’t get out before I can catch it…” He paused for a moment, “everything’s going to be fine.” White lie…possibly. He moved to make his way towards the attic, hopefully this was over soon, he really hated having to chase after something he accidentally set loose.

    ♠; —- "Wha-how fast is it?!" He asked, now figuring he should know that before offering himself as bait. But, he was still a Pond and a Williams and saving people and his house, was more important.  "Does it have any.... I don't know, we-weakness?"