Relaxation was never a possibility with The Doctor. Even when the setting seemed complacent enough, the man still appeared on edge, which was visible upon the way he had taken his seat upon the couch. The man sat on the edge as if the back of the couch was comprised of pins and needles, ready to puncture his skin upon contact. He stirred his tea lightly with the spoon and eyed one of her little sugary delights sitting on the coffee table ever so innocently. The man never really ate much. He never really required that much sleep or nourishment, regardless of having twice the hearts of a normal human. One would think extra nourishment was a necessity to keep those two hearts beating. Cautiously the man reached for a cookie and broke one in half. Again, he eyed the piece in his hand before taking a bite. There wasn’t much he was allergic to except for the normal Time Lord weaknesses, such as ginger in combination with some other chemicals and aspirin, with a few other alien poisons but he highly doubted any of those were part of the ingredients of this little cookie. 

“This is fantastic!” he commented, enjoying the sweetness. He had never had a cookie before…these were absolutely delightful. Humans did have such delicious foods, such as chips that he also so much enjoyed. The expression upon his face was near childlike over the little cookie. As the woman continued to explain how scary it can be to move and so on and so forth, the man almost acted as if he hadn’t been listening, especially until he finished off the other piece of the cookie. “Sometimes it is a little frightening to change your entire world and find out you’re the only one left but it isn’t hard to meet new people, make new friends, and explore a place you haven’t been to before. It is fascinating, I believe and, perhaps, you should do some exploring yourself, Rose. I think you would find it most enjoyable,” The Doctor commented while meeting the dark brown eyes of the blonde with a very serene smile painted across his face. 

His eyes then fell upon the device in her hands that saved him from the trouble of explaining his “name”. He had a name, but, no one was to know it. Well, except for one person and the confinements of one place where his name was to be; a place that he hoped that he would never have to visit for any reason at all in this era. Before either of the two could enjoy their “evening alone”, the phone went off in the bubbliest ringtones that he had ever heard emit from an electronic device. The man’s brow furrowed in curiosity until the girl answered the phone in a rather aggressive tone. Note to self: not anger the blonde. The Doctor studied her as she left the couch and smiled vaguely. Maybe this would be his next partner? She appeared bored of this world and it didn’t appear as if she would be leaving behind anything important, aside a mother and a shop where the work she did seemed to not fancy her at all.

The thought process of the Time Lord was interrupted as she opened the door and a voice bellowed her name from the opposing side. Immediately, the man stood as Rose explained her friend and the Doctor nodded in a gesture of greeting. “Hello,” he said with a chipper tone, “Nice to meet you, Mickey.” The Doctor moved on over when the lad exposed the picture on his phone and the expression on his face immediately turned from a cheerful smile to a dismal frown. “Sooner than I expected,” he murmured, “They’re getting faster. Must have some new devices on hand.” With a quiet sigh, The Doctor pulled off his leather coat from the coat rack on the wall and nestled it over his broad shoulders. The frown immediately vanished and was replaced with a smile as he placed a hand on both the shoulders of Rose and Mickey, “Why don’t you two enjoy yourselves and watch the telly for a bit while I step outside to take care of something.” Before the two could object, The Doctor took off out the door. He wasn’t about to be the cause of his newly made friends to be in danger. The Doctor ran towards the stairs and immediately began his descend, hearing the faint beeping sound of the detector. “I know you’re here,” he mumbled before shouting, “Show yourself!” 

Once upon the ground floor, the creature appeared before him a few feet away. “What do you want now?” The Doctor asked in a heated tone of voice. The alien hunter responded in its own foreign language that would appear to sound like gibberish to the human ears. “I did nothing of the sort,” The Doctor replied, “We left on good terms and that was that. Now, if your royal highness went back on her word, that’s her fault, not mine.” Again, the creature replied in his own native tongue and then withdrew a high-tech, yet small, weapon from his pocket. In response, the man withdrew his even smaller sonic screwdriver and pointed, as if they were in a corral during a showdown. “You don’t want to do this,” The Doctor said, “Tell your queen that I have done everything she asked and she doesn’t need to endanger the humans of this world.” 

The creature fired his weapon, shooting a rather large laser towards The Doctor. The man immediately dropped to the ground and turned to the location of the falling blast. The beam hit a tree, encasing it in a blue glow before having it disappear from its current location. “I suppose you don’t want to play nice..” mumbled the Doctor in a grumpy tone, “Why can’t anything be easy?” At that point, the man looked up towards the complex, hoping those two would stay put but it didn’t seem as if they were the type to avoid danger – at least, that blonde. She seemed to have spirit within her – something that excited him. With one quick movement, the Doctor swiped towards the creature with his screwdriver on and knocked the devices from his hands. 

And then, the Doctor did what he did best – run.