Happy New Year, everyone! (As usual, I’m a bit late in wishing people things.) Let me tell you, I’ve always wanted to write a Doctor Who fanfiction about Jenny (the Doctor’s daughter) and a certain hit song by Tommy Tutone. Well, here’s a little something I wrote in literally three minutes. (This one’s for the Figgies in the TARDIS. 😉 )
“I don’t know, you guys,” said Grace uncertainly as Cece and Emii reached for the TARDIS’ telephone.
“Oh, come on, Grace,” Emii chided. “Haven’t you ever wanted to know who’s at that number?”
Cece and Emii sang out the numbers as they dialed, which only made Grace roll her eyes. “Eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-niiiine!”
The two mischief-makers waited anxiously for the call to complete as dialed. Finally, somebody picked up.
“Hello, Dad!” a cheery voice that sounded like a cross between Peter Davison and Sandra Dickinson sang out from the other side. “I thought I recognized your number on the caller ID! What a pleasant surprise. I thought you’d never call!”
Cece nearly dropped the phone. Emmi caught it and pressed the receiver to her ear.
“Hello?” the cheery voice persisted. “Anybody there? Oh, I know, you must be breathless from all the running you do with that Donna woman. I’ll just wait for you, ‘kay?”
Cece cleared her throat. “Er, sorry … wrong number,” she stammered hurriedly. Then, she hung up.
Grace eyed the two younger girls curiously. “Well, that was odd.”