Sneak Peek of "A Girl Named Smith"
“This is weird,” I mused as I looked up at the endlessly tall ceiling of the castle.
“Good weird or bad?”
We looked at each other, having a moment of silent understanding. “Both,” we said together.
“So,” I sighed, sitting on an impossibly hard mattress (if you could have even called it that), “what do we do now?”
“I know what they expect us to do,” he said, and my eyes widened. “Sleep,” he exclaimed when he figured out what I was thinking. “You lot have such dirty minds.”
“Humans,” the Doctor explained.
“You lot are no picnic either.”
“Aliens,” I said, and he smiled.
“Have you met many aliens?”
“Just you,” I replied. “But if you’re the example…” I shook my head. “You must be a wild bunch.”
He looked off into the distance with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands together. “You should see the Christmas parties.”
“I would rather not. I can only take one crazy alien at a time. And you’re a handful all by yourself.”
(Fan-fiction by: Laura Del)