“I’m Angie. You were shagging my nanny?” she replied in an irritated voice. There was no way that he could have forgotten about her, she did her best to make sure that she was constantly noticed. He’d even given her a new phone at the end of their last trip.
Then it hit her. “Oh. Time travel right, maybe you haven’t even met her yet? Well whatever. I want a decent adventure, show me something good ok? I want a turn with the hot alien.”
“Ohhh, yes, sure! Come in, Angie. Let’s have some fun.”
This girl.. how old would she be? This was where the actual problem lay; the dilemma, if you will. Because what would be the most lovable treatment for a child, a teenager? Would her meat be tender? Would her skin be smooth? Would her screams be music?
Angie was on her way home from school when she heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing. Artie had stayed home sick and although she was due back home at any moment - fuck that, it’s a time machine.
“Open up, it’s Angie.” she beamed, banging on the door and wondering if Clara was inside.
Maybe she was interrupting them. Gross.
There was also the possibility that the Doctor had got bored of her stupid ex-nanny and seen her own potential. She’d already saved everyone on her first trip out. They needed her help again, or better still just the Doctor did. She could be seen as a woman in her own right; clever and independent from Clara and her family.
".. Who’re you?“
The downright nerve this female had– banging on the doors of his machine like that. The Doctor stepped away from the doorway, into the sunlight Spring brought. He just could not stand anywhere without some nervous human leaping at him out of curiosity.
