RL- little boy!Sam with Bender and the Ninth Doctor
Sam sat on the bed in the strange room, swinging his feet absently. In reality, he was rather too tall, and the bed rather too short for effective leg-swinging, but that didn't stop him. Every now and again, he would turn to the laptop sitting next to him and give it a curious little poke, wrinkling his nose at the screen; it was clear that he didn't entirely understand what to do with it, but he was trying his damnedest nonetheless.
He didn't know how Johnny was going to get here. America was pretty far away, or so he thought, so it might take a while, but Sam hoped he'd be here soon. Despite what he said, it was kind of scary being here on his own, not knowing where he was or if anyone would find him here. He'd wandered around for a while, but there wasn't much else to the place, just a loo with a broken mirror and rust on all the taps, and a little kitchen in the corner of the room he was in now. The telly didn't work properly either, just gave him a lot of fuzz, and Sam was starting to get bored.
Besides, the sooner Johnny was here, the sooner he was away from his dad. Sam didn't know a lot about how dads were supposed to be-- he didn't remember much about his, except little bits here and there-- but he knew they weren't every supposed to hurt you. Dads were supposed to protect you against people hurting you. Well, since Johnny's dad wouldn't do it, Sam would have to protect him instead. He had perfect confidence in his ability to do so. Anyway, once Mum found him (because she would, he was sure), she could help too.
Sighing, Sam flopped onto his back and started humming absently. Surely it wasn't that far from America to England.
He didn't know how Johnny was going to get here. America was pretty far away, or so he thought, so it might take a while, but Sam hoped he'd be here soon. Despite what he said, it was kind of scary being here on his own, not knowing where he was or if anyone would find him here. He'd wandered around for a while, but there wasn't much else to the place, just a loo with a broken mirror and rust on all the taps, and a little kitchen in the corner of the room he was in now. The telly didn't work properly either, just gave him a lot of fuzz, and Sam was starting to get bored.
Besides, the sooner Johnny was here, the sooner he was away from his dad. Sam didn't know a lot about how dads were supposed to be-- he didn't remember much about his, except little bits here and there-- but he knew they weren't every supposed to hurt you. Dads were supposed to protect you against people hurting you. Well, since Johnny's dad wouldn't do it, Sam would have to protect him instead. He had perfect confidence in his ability to do so. Anyway, once Mum found him (because she would, he was sure), she could help too.
Sighing, Sam flopped onto his back and started humming absently. Surely it wasn't that far from America to England.