I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm afraid this chapter isn't that great. Since I never had finished this story, I'm just making this up as I go, no notes or anything, and, quite frankly, it's not that good. I wrote this chapter Saturday morning, before leaving for work. I haven't really edited it or anything, so I apologize for any typos that might be in there. And I'm sorry this chapter is crap, but it's all I could come up with.

Doctor Who: The Run for Rose

CHAPTER 13: Boswell

Rose didn’t know what to make of it--she’d been expecting some sort of repulsive, malicious villain. Yet, standing before her was…just a normal looking bloke, in what appeared to be his mid-forties. Short, slightly balding, a bit overweight, he looked remarkably like a man that had a little shop ‘round the corner from the Powell Estates, Roses home when she wasn’t in the Tardis. “Why, he doesn’t look evil at all! As a matter of fact, he looks almost like Mr. Black, the news agent!” She exclaimed, and cast a puzzled look at the Doctor. “Who is he?” But the Doctor was just standing there was his mouth gaping open in surprise. “Boswell!” The Doctor whispered hoarsely.

As he withdrew the robe, Rose gasped with horror. Even Jane turned away. The body before them was shriveled and blackened--more skeleton than human. “My accomplice on Galifrey’s knowledge of this device, was, I’m afraid, incomplete. My head and neck regenerated to a slightly earlier appearance--but there was a fault in the machine--it could not restore my entire body. I have learned to endure the continual torment, the horrific pain, only because I wish to make you suffer, Doctor. I have followed you through time, in this place, waiting for the right moment. And that moment is now, Doctor. And I will watch you suffer, trust me.” With that, he drew a small box out of his robe and pressed a button. Rose cried out, as the Doctor suddenly clutched his head and howled with agony.

"So, let me get this straight, I'm the headmaster and you're the naughty schoolgirl..."

"By the way, have I mentioned that I want to take you from behind?"

"What's that, nurse? Do I like playing Doctor? Well, as a matter of fact..."

Today wasn't a total loss. Despite having to work and getting screamed at by some woman because I didn't say "hello" fast enough to suit her (computer dialers have a delay, between someone picking up and the computer connecting to the agent--me)--to the point where my ear was actually ringing, the miserable old cow! And them, the boss yells at me for raising my voice, because I was trying to make myself heard over the rotten *.

Have I mentioned that I REALLY hate my job?

But, I got home, blogged a bit, chatted online with two friends, put on the Proclaimers, got a cold soda out of the fridge, went out on the balcony with a book, and chilled. Watched the sunset, the sparrows wheeling in the sky, saw a shiny new black London cab go by--twice. Which is good, 'cause I thought I was seeing things. It's not everyday one sees a London cab in an insignificant small city in Northeastern New York. It had some kind of colourful graphics on the side doors, but couldn't read what they said.

I drank my soda, put my feet up, watched the people go by, petted the cats, talked to the cat next door (a cute calico girl cat, just as sweet as can be)--who sat there below and looked at me as I talked to her, before wandering off. Then I came inside and...here I am.

A quiet night, and that's okay. Not fun, but..relaxing. We all need quiet times, sometimes, ey?

Latest nasty rumour from that rag the Sun: Freema's been sacked.

Now, why on earth? She's talented, she's got class and poise and is every inch a nice young lady--a good image for a show that sometimes tended to be a bit soap-operaish with Rose's character. (NOT finding fault!!! It's merely my take on it.)

I will believe that one when I see it. This nonsense about Woody allen--about him playing Einstein on Who. My take on that is, that they are confused. I read where some actress slated to be cast in Who, was involved in some Woody Allen production, and I also know that Tennant is playing Eddington for an upcoming movie on Einstein.

I mean, that's my take on it--I could be completely wrong and the Sun perfectly right.

But, I do hope the Sun's way off over Ms. Agyeman. She's fantastic--I love how she's interacting with Tennant!

What the????

Is that a gunshot?

Oh, no, I guess it's just somebody playing with fireworks...whoa. I used to live in the rural area, so I've heard gunshots outside more than once--hunters and farmers shooting coyotes, deer, turkeys, etc. We've not had any shootings in this city in a couple of years. Wouldn't want it to happen in my neighbourhood--well, who would, I suppose, ey?

I personally, don't like this stuff, usually, but I do like Normalguy, so I'm going to humour the old fart. Anything for a friend, ey?

Okay, here's the rules:

“Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.”

SADLY, NERALY EVERYONE ON MY LIST HAS ALREADY BEEN TAGGED! Sorry, but the game stops here for me,--I just am too damn tired to hunt for 7 people who HAVEN'T been tagged! Don't mean to be a party pooper, but...I'm really am just too tired tonight. I feel bad, but gotta' break the chain, sorry.

Anyway, here's my random facts, I guess.

1. 1969: I was abused by a neighbour. No charges were ever filed.

2. 1988: Me and some of my fellow local Dr Who fan club officers were interviewed by the BBC for Breakfast, while touring the traveling Dr Who exhibit. I also got to have my photo taken in the Doctor's car, and got to touch a Tardis console from the show.

3. 2005: I alone had to sign the paper that told the doctor to stop my mum's life support.

4. 2004: I rode a solid white pure Arab mare, in the dunes behind the Spynx at Giza, at sunset and in the dark. Earlier in the day, we had entered--by special permission of Dr Wasserman, one the newly discovered Pyramid workers tombs at Giza, which was closed to the public.

5. 1997: I was voted "Lady of the Fair" in the floral department of the Saratoga County Fair, for designing a ladies hat with a floral motif. It involved a meet and greet at the fair's opening day, walking around wearing the hat, a posh dress and a special sash, and also riding in a convertible in a parade, doing the waving thing.

6. 1974: I wrote my village's official motto: Urban-Suburban Village, for the village's 50th Anniversary celebration. It's still in use today.

7. 1979: I petted a leopard, owned by a man who lived next door to my late mum's old library building--the leopard was laying down in the back seat of the man's convertible.