DIARY OF A HALF HUMAN TIME LORD

Chapter Three

Jackie Tyler was chopping vegetables in her kitchen. It was a warm summer night and her daughter and husband were due home any minute. Tony was running around the kitchen, laughing and giggling which made her smile.

"What are you doin' down there?" Jackie asked Tony when he ran up to her legs.

"I'm a car!" Tony said.

"You are? Well, mind the roads so you don't have an accident!"

"Okay, mummy."

She chuckled when Tony took off again making little vroom sounds while he ran around. While she was chopping the vegetables, she heard the front door slam.

"Mum, I'm home!" Rose called out.

"In the kitchen, love!" she called back.

A moment later, Rose came into the kitchen and put her purse on the kitchen island. She grinned and leaned down to give her brother a hug when he ran up to her. When she finished, she walked over and stood beside Jackie.

"Dad home yet?"

"No, not yet," Jackie said, putting down her knife.

"What are you fixing?"

"This is gonna be a salad. We're havin' bangers and mash tonight," Jackie replied.

"Sounds good. I was gonna go round to Jonathon's flat and make sure he's alright. Then I'll come back and eat," Rose said.

Jackie sighed angrily.

"Rose, I really wish you wouldn't," she said.

"Mum, why are you against him?" Rose asked.

"Because he's a clone of the Doctor, that's why!"

"So? You ended up liking the Doctor so why can't you like Jonathan? I noticed you were the first one to inform him of Tony's existence when we stepped outside the TARDIS."

"Yes, I was being nice to him but I didn't realize the Doctor was gonna abandon him here with us. Rose, you've settled down and have a career now. The last thing you need is the Doctor in your life again. He's nothin' but trouble! Stay away from him!"

"He's all alone, Mum! He's depressed; I can tell that just from speaking to him over the phone. He's half human and he needs someone to teach him how to live like a normal person. I can't just forget him. He needs me!"

"Bloody Doctor, man's been nothin' but trouble. He had no right to shove that…thing off onto you and make you take care of it."

"He's not an It, Mum. He's a person! The Doctor left him here with me because he knew that Jonathon could love me and grow old with me. He's a gift, Mum, not a curse."

Jackie snorted. Rose sighed angrily and grabbed her purse.

"I'll be back, Mum, gotta check on him."

"You'll do nothing of the sort. You stay away from him, you hear me?" Jackie yelled while she rushed to get in front of her daughter. "Leave the man alone. He's got the Doctor's mind; he'll sort things out himself. Now come and help me with supper. I need you to look after your brother while I finish up. That's who you should be takin' care of, not the clone!"

Rose slammed her purse down.

"I hate you sometimes, Mum."

"Well, that's because I'm your mother and I have your best interests at heart. You don't need to go over there. You need to leave him alone so he'll find someone else and stay out of our lives. It's for the best, Rose. He's nothing but trouble, just like the man who made him."

Rose glared at her mother before she reached into her purse, pulled out her mobile and went into the living room. She flopped down on the sofa, opened up her phone and dialed Jonathon's number.

"Come on, Jonathon, pick up," she muttered when it kept on ringing.

She sighed when she reached his voicemail and heard her own voice. She had helped him set it up since he had no clue how to do it. When she heard the beep, she cleared her throat.

"Jonathon? Hi, this is Rose. If you're there, please call me back. I just want to know if you're alright, okay? I just want to talk to you. Please ring me as soon as you get this message. I love you."

She pushed the end button, folded up the phone and slumped back against the cushions while she stared blankly into space.

Jonathon was in the shower when he heard the phone ringing but he was too busy enjoying the hot, steamy water and thinking about his new job to bother with it. He figured at this hour it was probably Rose and he really didn't feel like talking to her, not when he was in a good mood. He knew eventually he'd have to face her. She wouldn't stay away for long and on top of that, she had a key to his flat. Jonathon really hated that. When they first moved him in, she insisted on him giving her his spare key so she could check up on him. He knew it was a big mistake giving that to her because it encouraged her to pursue a relationship that was doomed to failure. But now that he had a job, Jonathon considered packing up when he had enough money saved up and moving somewhere secret so she would finally forget him and move on with her life. He hated doing that to her. He knew it would break her heart and it would break his too but it was for the best, for both their sakes. He couldn't be the man she wanted him to be and he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life living a lie, pretending to be the Doctor. He hated that he had his face and seriously considered altering it when he had enough money. A little bit of plastic surgery, just enough that he wasn't the Doctor's exact twin. He hated standing in front of the mirror and seeing the reflection of the man who accused him of genocide and condemned him to live a human life.

He finally finished with the shower, stepped out and dried himself off. He smiled when he heard Boots meowing and scratching the door.

"Be out in a minute," he called to her.

Once he finished drying off, he put on grey boxers and a white t-shirt before he walked back out to the living room. He checked the voice mail and shook his head as he hung up the phone.

"I'm fine, Rose. I'm always fine, quit worrying about me. You're not my babysitter despite what the Doctor told you," he muttered as he walked into his bedroom.

He grinned as Boots meowed and followed along behind him.

"Wanna sleep with me?" he asked her.

He pulled back the covers, sat down and picked Boots up. He set her down behind him and crawled into bed. He turned out the lights and lay there, staring up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. While he did that, he noticed Boots climbing up onto his chest and he reached out to stroke her. Boots came up below his chin and began to knead his chest. Jonathon grimaced at the feel of her sharp claws but tolerated it. He smiled and stroked his pet, staring at her tiny face.

"You know, you're probably the one true friend I have right now," he said to her. "You're the only one who loves me for me and not because I resemble someone else. I'm so glad I found you."

Boots finished kneading his chest and Jonathon thought she was gonna lay down but to his surprise, she turned and lay down with her butt directly in his face.

"Oi, I don't want your arse in my nose, ya little scamp!" he said to her.

Chuckling, he picked her up and gently turned her around.

"No arses in my face, yeah?" he said, wagging a finger at her.

He frowned when Boots turned and started walking towards his crotch.

"Hey, I didn't mean for you to leave, I just don't want to smell your cat farts all night and don't you dare use your claws on my John Thomas, you got that?"

Boots walked out onto his leg and lay down there. Jonathon smiled at her tenderly before he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

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