Hermione Sees Six!

[Hermione Smith]

Hermione landed, very tired, on Earth. She had no idea how far in the past she was...she was still getting used to this dang ring of hers..suddenly, she looked round and saw a TARDIS. Frowning, she started walking slowly towards it, wondering if it could possibly be a Time Lord. But they hated coming on Earth and most of them hardly left Galifrey..Hermione got to the TARDIS and knocked hard on the door, five times, and it rang out as a sharp rap.
The last thing Hermione expected was for someone to answer the door, so after waiting a few moments, she turned away as though to walk away, however she couldn't help but turn back, as though she was connected to the TARDIS. She knocked again and, without waiting for an answer, she pushed hard at the door which surprisingly sprang open...Hermione tripped and fell forward into the bigger on the inside spaceship..

[javvie]

Sometimes the Doctor really disliked his human companions. Well, in particular: Peri. Don't get him wrong. She was his friend, and he did like her most of the time. That thing where he thought she was an evil alien spy and tried to end her life? A one time thing. Live and let live, right? Sure, he had tried to kill her, but she had done him grievances. The time when she insulted his coat, for instance. Or his umbrella. But that was okay; he was a forgiving person. It took time to see his coat for what it was; a penacle of fashion that wouldn't be soon forgotten.

But this was just too much.

"Doctor!" she held her nose. Peri's face had gotten very blotchy. He raised his eyes to her.

"Yes?" he asked, an innocent smile playing on his lips. Because he was innocent. He hadn't done anything. Not a thing.

She narrowed her brown eyes. "What have I told you about cats?"

He shrugged and played with the cat pin on his lapel. "I'm quite certain I don't know what you mean."

Peri fought the ghost of a smile threatening to break. "I'm allergic to cats!" she reminded him, crossing her arms stubbornly. She was not going to play into the Doctor's hands, no matter how childishly fond he was of the creatures. "Where are you hiding the little devil?"

He frowned sternly. "I didn't get a cat, Perpugilliam," he said, standing from his seat. He adjusted his coat and huffed. "She's a kitten," he murmured quietly, shuffling his feet. "And I'm not hiding her. She just doesn't enjoy your company,"

She rolled her eyes and grinned despite herself. "I'm going out for a walk. She better be gone when I get back! It's me or the cat, Doctor," she threatened, wagging her finger at him.

"It was nice knowing you, my dear," he responded politely, shutting the door behind her. He frolicked back into the living space of the TARDIS, crouching down below one of the beds. "You can come out now, Charlotte. The witch is gone!"

Charlotte, a black kitten that reminded the Doctor vaguely of a spider, crawled out. He giggled and swooped her up, hugging her to his chest tightly. "You're such a fine specimin of a cat!" he cheered, pressing a kiss to its forehead.

The cat stared back at him, unimpressed by his affections. She mewled and squirmed, looking around for food. She clawed at his arms, prompting him to drop her. She trotted into the console room, stretching lazily on the floor.

A knocking came at the door. "I'm not letting you in, Peri," he said, sticking his nose in the air. The knocks vanished and he picked up Charlotte again, spinning around with her happily.

And it was then the door burst open and a girl came in.

The Doctor froze, Charlotte in his grasp. "You're not Peri." He looked at the kitten, back at the girl, and frowned. "Hi."

ooc| sorry for taking so long. >.< And don't worry. The Doctor is up to leaving Peri on Earth if they disappear. XD

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[Hermione Smith]

((No Problem))
"Uh, Hi.." Hermione said, getting up and rubbing the back of her head. "Ouch." she muttered as her hand ran along the back. She must have bashed it. Shrugging off the idea, she looked around the TARDIS in amazement. "Your a time lord. Only Time Lords have TARDISes. I should know, I've seen them countless times." Hermione sighed. "What's your name? I'm Hermione." Hermione introduced, so the guy didn't get suspicious as to who she was. Hermione smiled. Despite herself, she had missed being inside a TARDIS again. It was just the feeling...so beautiful. It felt amazing, as though she was connected to it. And that, weirdly, was surprising since Hermione herself didn't actually have a TARDIS of her own So her connection to it seemed a little.....odd, if anything.

[javvie]

The Doctor let go of the cat, turning his attention to the girl who had waltzed - or rather fallen rather clumsily - into his TARDIS. "Can I help you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Maybe she had come because she heard of the devilishly handsome, charmingly helpful man inside of the big blue box? He opened his mouth to confirm the stories of his heroic bravery, when she began to speak again.

"You're a time lord. Only Time Lords have TARDISes. I should know, I've seen them countless times." Six stared blankly at her, his mind struggling to catch up with her words. If she knew so much about them, would that mean she was a Time Lady? Or was she simply knowledgable of Time Lords? But that didn't happen; not on Earth, anyway. "What's your name? I'm Hermione."

"I'm the Doctor," he said, bowing with an extravagant flourish. He glanced at the TARDIS console and then back at the girl. "You're a Time Lady, hm? The TARDIS doesn't let just anyone in. Well, she does. Sometimes. Many of the times, except when she's feeling cross," he rambled, trailing off at the end.[/size]

[Hermione Smith]

"Actually, all I wanted to do was see if this was a TARDIS or a normal phone box." Hermione replied, the words sliding off her tongue easily. When he introduced himself, Hermione paused. "I used to know someone who called himself the Doctor. A long time ago, on Galifrey. And yes, I am a Time Lady." Hermione smiled when he mentioned the TARDIS getting cross. "TARDISes don't get cross that often, luckily for you."Hermione smiled as she said the last few words, truth ringing in her voice. Hermione tilted her head sideways. Was this--?? Could he possibly be---?? Was he--- So many unfinished questions were streaming through Hermione's mind.

[javvie]

"All I wanted to do was see if this was a TARDIS or a normal phone box," the girl said. Six frowned. Would this girl break into a house to find out if it was somebody's home or just a big compilation of foundation and wood?

"I don't appreciate your method, but your curiosity is most welcome," he answered, offering her a small smile.

"I used to know someone who called himself the Doctor. A long time ago, on Gallifrey."

The Doctor frowned again, trying to place her in his memory. "I am the only Doctor, my dear. And I have not been to Gallifrey willingly in some time." He crossed his arms and leaned against the TARDIS console. "So it's very likely that the man you met was me. But I don't seem to recall you, unless you have regenerated..?"[/font]

[Hermione Smith]

Hermione smiled back. "I've regenerated quite a few times since I met him." Hermione replied. This was her fifth face, and she liked it, but wondered about what would happen in the future, but she wasn't stupid enough to follow her curiosity and find out. She hesitated, then took out a photo of herself and the Doctor when they first met (she had found a human camera, and so had been taking a lot of pictures) and she gave it to him. "There." she said.

[javvie]

"I've regenerated quite a few times since I met him," the girl informed him. Six nodded. He had gone through rapid regenerations himself; villains just loved shooting him. Although, to be fair, his last regeneration hadn't been because of a villain. It was because he sacrificed himself for Peri.

Stupid, cat-hating Peri.

He blinked out of his reverie as he realized the girl was speaking again. "There," she said, handing him a photo. He took it and smiled at her.

"Ah, I remember you," he said, wondering vaguely if she took pictures of every Time Lord she met. He glanced around for Charlotte. "How have you been?" he asked lamely, striving for 'polite'.[/size]