The Doctor's leg juddered up and down impatiently, his heel tapping on the wooden floor. He had been left in the living room to wait for the girl. She would be the seventy second Melody he had visited in the hopes it would be Melody Pond. He relaxed as voices drifted from the hallway. Standing, he adjusted his bowtie, clasping his hands behind his back.
A beautiful young girl entered the room. Her blonde curls fell onto her shoulders, wide hazel eyes examining him. She was wearing a blue blouse and white capris, her bare feet not making a sound on the floorboards. She looked about six or seven to the Doctor.
"You must be Melody," The Doctor smiled pleasantly.
She nodded, but did not speak.
"I'm here on behalf of Dr.Hammer; I'm afraid he's come down with a rather nasty cold," He sniffed reflexively.
"And you are?"
The Doctor frowned, "Umm...Doctor..Smith. Yes, that's right, Dr. Smith. Silly me, forgetting my own name," He slapped his forehead with the heel of his hand.
Melody remained expressionless. The Doctor shifted his weight from one leg to the other, unsure of what to do. No one had ever not responded to his madcap behavior before. Or, at least, not in a very long time.
He furrowed his brow, attempting to remember when exactly the last occasion was. Seeing as he could not, he gave up, returning his attention to Melody.
"So, paper cut is it?" The Doctor asked, breaking the silence.
The girl nodded, holding out her hand for him to see. A small red line ran diagonally across her index finger. The Doctor gently took her hand in his own, studying the tiny slit in her skin.
"How did you do this, by the way?" He asked as he rummaged around in his bigger-on-the-inside pockets for a bandage.
"I was reading,"
"Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne,"
The Doctor looked up, taken aback, "Really?"
Melody blushed, "Yes," She murmured quietly.
He pulled a bandage from his pocket, at last, and tore the wrapper off, delicately placing it around her wounded finger. He patted her arm, "There you go! All better," Melody withdrew her hand to her side.
"I wonder why your parents were so worried about a paper cut," The Doctor mused.
She shrugged, "They always worry,"
"You wouldn't happen to know a certain Madame Kovarian would you?"
Melody's eyes flew up in shock, mouth falling open.
"I take that as a yes," The Doctor muttered as Melody's 'mother' entered the room.
"So, how is it?" Mrs. Sanders asked, a worried expression on her face.
"Fine. Just a paper cut, nothing serious," The Doctor scratched his nose absently.
The woman let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. Thank you for your trouble,"
Mrs.Sanders held out a hand to shake. To Melody's surprise, the strange man took it and kissed her mother's knuckles, an impish grin spreading across his boyish face.
"My word!" She gasped, pulling her hand away from the odd gentleman.
"And what word would that be?" The Doctor called over as she shoulder as he walked to the door.
"Get out of my house you ruffian!" Mrs. Sanders roared.
He looked back at the girl, "See you around, Melody," His bluish green eyes twinkled merrily.
Melody's father entered the room, chuckling,
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, mate!"
The door clicked shut and the living room fell silent.
Melody shook her head, wandering up the stairs to her room.
Just another day in the Sanders household....