Fic: Remembering?
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Part 2
A/N: Before you read on, a quick note. I made a new commnity for TW fanfiction and challenges. Yes we don't NEED one, but there's no harm in it is there? Anyway, if anybody would like to make a banner, has any ideas or wants to co-mod leave a little note for me in your comments. I wanna get this up and running! :D
Enjoy! :)
Half way through dialling Ralf’s number, Oliver decided to ask the man, what turned out to be, a very vital question. “Excuse me sir, but Doctor who?”
“Just the Doctor, no need to worry about that. Listen ..?” It was obvious to Oliver that the strange man, who called himself the Doctor, wanted to know his name, so he hung up the phone and stared at him.
“Smith. Oliver Smith.” Hmm. That sounded odd. Didn’t sound quite right.
“Well Oliver, no no no that doesn’t sound right. Ollie? No. Ol? No. Olivia? Sorry Oliver, it’s not got a flow to it. You know? Your face with that name. It just doesn’t make sense! And I’m all for making sense!”
Yeah sure you are. Oliver thought frowning. Oliver was annoyed. How dare this man, dressed in an out of date pin suit, just waltz in here like he was a bloody god! “Listen Doctor, I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here like you own the place. But I’m a very busy man, as you can see.” He gestured wildly to the pile of paperwork beside him. “So I think you need to leave now. The Doctor didn’t reply, nor did he move. He just stood watching Oliver a grin plastered on his face. Oh so he wants a staring contest? Well I’ll bloody well give him one! Oliver plastered his best I’m-angry-get-the-hell-out-of-my-office face and started to stare right back at the Doctor. The Doctor’s grin got impossibly wider.
5 Minutes passed. Neither had moved, except when Oliver gently raised an eyebrow. The Doctor took a deep breath.
“My, my! Aren’t you a stubborn one?” Oliver grinned, his chest swelling with pride. He knew it was stupid, but he really did feel inferior after beating this Doctor in something as childish as a staring contest. I suppose after winning a million of them against my brothers as a child I was bound to win.
“So, Oliver.” The word seemed to roll off of his tongue. “Why don’t you say you and me take a walk?” The Doctor didn’t leave time for him to reply as he was already out of the door. Ralf won’t mind if I take an early break. Will he? He found that he was already half way out of the door, shrugging on his favourite leather jacket, before he realised what he was doing.
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As it turned out the Doctor was actually a very nice man. He’d relentlessly asked Oliver questions about his family and his childhood and Oliver felt powerless to refuse him the answers. He’d even bought him an ice cream. Now they’d moved on to what he did before he worked for Ralf.
“Well actually, it’s a weird story. I was a receptionist at this other company; I can’t recall the name now. Anyway, I had this accident. I was in a car accident with my parents and while they died, I survived but I was in a coma for like 4 years.”
“Hmm... So how did you get the job you have now?” The Doctor looked deep in thought, so Oliver continued.
“Well. I just walked right in and demanded they give me a job!” Oliver looked extremely pleased with himself.
This piqued The Doctor’s interest again and he turned to Oliver, genuinely smiling. “You just walked right in and they gave you it? It sounds like something I’d do!” Oliver felt the breath leave him for a moment, for the short time they had spent together, the Doctor hadn’t truly smiled. He’d just grinned constantly. It was like the first time he’d set eyes on Olivia all over again. Oliver sighed looking down and he noticed his watch.
“Oh god!” Oliver gasped. The Doctor spun quickly, looking ready for action.
“What? What is it?” The Doctor was looking around frantically.
“I’m late back to work! Oh man, Ralf is going to kill me. I was late this morning as well. Nightmares.” Oliver frowned. He hadn’t really meant to give the doctor that last titbit of information. Oliver turned and started to walk back the way they had come.
“Well, it’s been nice talking to you doctor, but I have to get back. I can’t lose this job.” Oliver shouted over his shoulder. The Doctor looked shocked for a moment before running to keep up with him. Matching Oliver’s quick stride, the Doctor started to talk again.
“You’re very interesting Mr Smith! I must say, I do rather like you. I ask you all of these questions about yourself and not once do you ask a single question about me! Not why I showed up at your office or why I was asking all of the questions in the first place.”
“Yes well, if I hadn’t wanted you to know I wouldn’t have told you. Trust me.” The Doctor just smiled in response. After another couple of minutes of walking in silence, the Doctor pulled Oliver to a stop. “Hey! I’ve got to -”
“Shh! Listen! I don’t do this very often and trust me when I say it’s unlikely I’ll ask again. That’s only happened on time and it was under different circumstances.” Oliver looked at him blankly. “Anyway, I know you’ve got to get back to your job blah, blah blah. But I want you to trust me and come with me for a second.” Before Oliver could protest, the Doctor was pulling him away and into a dark alley. Okay, I am officially freaked out now. Just stay calm. I could really use a gun round about now… where did that come from? They came to a sudden halt and Oliver looked up in surprise. They were stood in front of a large, wooden, blue box.
“Okay so why are we in front of a large wooden police box from the 1960’s?”
“Because I Oliver Smith - no still doesn’t sound right - anyway I am giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity.” And the doors sung open. “Would you like to come travelling with me?” The Doctor grinned and stepped inside, beckoning Oliver with his finger, sure enough he followed. This was always his favourite part. The bit right before they said yes, when they all said ‘it’s bigger on the inside”.
Oliver however was having very different thoughts. Of course he’d gone through the initial stage of “OMG! Alien! Bigger on the inside”, but he found that he was extremely good at compartmentalising things. Now he was pretty much thinking, “why is there a ball stuck to the weird, console in the middle?” He decided to voice his thoughts to a smug looking doctor.
“Doctor?”
“Yes Oliver?” And here it comes.
“Why is there a ball stuck to the weird, console in the middle?” The Doctor’s smug look fell, but it was quickly replaced by an impossibly wide grin.
“Oh, this is going to be brilliant!”
“What is?” Oliver asked blankly. “And you still haven’t answered my question!”
“Oh they’ll be time for that Ollie boy! Ollie boy! I like it! So do you want to come?”
“Where into space?” Oliver asked incredulously. The Doctor simply nodded.
“And through time!” he added cheerfully. “This is the Tardis. Time And Relative Dimension in Space. So are you coming? Must be off me? I’m a busy man!”
Oliver didn’t even blink. “Yes. Yes I’ll come with you.” He smiled shyly and the Doctor who grinned back.
“Right then Ollie boy. Off we go!” The Doctor fiddled with a couple of buttons and gadgets and soon a whirring noise filled the console room.
This was going to be interesting.