Hey everyone! This is one of my first Doctor Who stories! So please don't judge… ill be happy to receive
Any comments or things I could add or change. Also I will have some quotes in here from books, and movies, and a couple of songs. If you can guess them… You will get a hug personally from The Doctor…or I don't know maybe travel with him for a day or two? So without further ado…ill shut up and you can read this beautiful story.
Loud! That's pretty much all I can say about the streets of London. I had just moved to London from The United States after I had graduated from Washington State University.
When I walked into Sunrise Elementary, The secretary smiled at me,
"Hello Jordan!"
I smiled. "Morning Ms. Hopper!"
Mrs. Hopper was the school's secretary, and we were the best of friends.
Her smile faded and she whispered in my ear.
"Mrs. Washington is in an awful mood this morning… just warning you."
I laughed. "When is she ever in a good mood?"
She smiled and I walked out of the office, and went to Room 104. I opened the door and set my stuff down on the desk Mrs. Washington, and I shared.
I could tell Ms. Hopper was right about Mrs. Washington because immediately she snipped at me.
"Your late! By exactly 20 minuets! Explain!"
I suddenly became very interested in my fingernails and mumbled a reply.
"Fine then! Don't say anything!"
She turned back to her work and started typing on her computer.
You probably can tell that we weren't the best of colleagues. She always remarked on my teaching skills and when I told her that's how they taught me she huffed and muttered rude comments (things like: "Well I was taught at Harvard University best of the best colleges and where did you graduate? Stupid Washington State University!")
And she always got my name wrong. She said Jordan like Juuuuuden… and my last name Chanel (like the perfume) and said it like a TV Channel.
"For being late you will have to stay extra and help me grade papers!"
I groaned and she yelled at me some more. We went through the day like anything else. When I left the school to go on my lunch break, the cold, chilly, and snowy afternoon was freezing against my skin. I clutched my coat around me and tightened my dark blue scarf.
As I headed towards the coffee shop that I'm a regular to: Xander's cup of Joe. I entered the little coffee shop where it was not very bright where tiny chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and fake candles were sitting at the tables.
"Afternoon Xander! Coffee please, ill just take black."
He smiled at me and winked.
"Sure thing Jo! Would you like a pastry to go with it? I just baked a batch of your favorite scones!"
He knew me to well. "Okay!"
I sat down at my table and began to pull out my book when Xander came to my table with a plate of warm scones.
"Jo can I ask you a question?"
"I suppose…"
"Do you happen to have noticed anything odd?"
I looked around the room nothing seemed strange and unusual just same old coffee shop.
"No…why would I?"
He sighed. "Oh its nothing…just forget it."
I narrowed my eyebrows. "Why is there something you need to tell me?"
"Thing is Jordan we've got a problem."
I suddenly got worried. He never called me Jordan… always Jo.
"What sort of problem?"
Xander's eyes didn't meet mine. Instead they stared at something or someone behind me.
"See that man over there?"
I turned to see a man with a nice chin a very interesting nose and really nice hair. I turned back around not wanting to be rude.
"What about him?"
"What about him? Jordan I only get the regulars and the couple of drunks who think this is a pub."
"Sooo…"
"So.. He's a visitor says he's The Doctor … I don't get visitors at my shop. They only usually come in to ask where the nearest Star Bucks is…"
I smiled and drank my coffee.
"Say what you want… I think its luck…and you know its better to get to know the person than just whisper about him."
Xander's cheeks flushed angrily and then thought about what I had said.
"Okay your right…ill send you to go talk to him!"
I blushed, and he laughed and put his arms behind his head leaning back in the chair. (Something I taught kids not to do.)
"Fine. One of us has to be brave!" I got out of my chair and walked over to The Doctor (or whoever this guy was) and sat in the seat across from him.
"Are you new here?"
He smiled. "If it's easier for you…yes I guess I am new here." He looked up at me. His eyes looked dark and never ending.
"Okay… Then I'm Jordan Channel… everyone calls me Jo though."
He grinned. "That's a terrific name I like it!"
I cleared my throat and looked down at my lap.
"Thanks."
"I'm The Doctor."
I laughed and smiled. "What is that a code name or something?"
He didn't answer my question. Instead he straightened his bow tie and looked at me with a sad expression.
"You were very nice to talk with Jordan…. It's been a while since someone made me smile like that."
I was about to say something but kept my mouth closed out of shock of what he had just said. He then stood up and left the Coffee Shop.
I stared at the door that he had just walked out of. I then got up from my seat and went to me and xander's table.
"What did he say, Jo?"
"Nothing really… he said he likes to be called Doctor…"
He chuckled under his breath and said, "Maybe that's why he calls himself that? Didn't you think of that Jo?"
I playfully slapped him.
" Yes the thought occurred to me."
He grinned and took my empty cup back behind the counter. He then motioned me to come and sit at the stool in front of him. I got up and sat down at the stool, opened my book, which was know a re-read of Harry Potter. Zander came over to me and picked it up.
"Deathly Hallows? Again really?"
"What? I'm a sucker for J.K. Rowling!"
Just then my phone beeped, and I shrieked.
"Zander you carried me away I was supposed to leave 15 minutes ago!"
He smiled and said, "Well try not to die by the Evil teacher!"
"I wont!" I grabbed my purse, paid Zander for the coffee, and said goodbye. I then unsuccessfully tried to run, but stopped before I broke my foot. As I walked back towards Sunrise, I totally forgot about the Doctor… but I never would have guessed I would see him again.
