DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO AND NEVER WILL! I ONLY OWN OWN TESSIAH BLACK :(
Tess walked down a cobbled side-walk, the end of Autumn was cold and all the passers-by were already wearing coats and jackets, their hand shoved in pockets and heavy boots thumping loudly on the ground.
Tess loved it. The loud gusting of the wind unsettling huge piles of golden orange and blood red leaves, the warmth of sitting on a coach in front of a roaring fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate while cuddling into a blanket and watching crap telly. All the beauty of the early coming sunsets and the Halloween that is not actually celebrated that much in England. Fall was brilliant and Fantastic. And so was Tess's birthday on the 25th of October. Usually, she spent it by herself in a cozy little coffee-shop, reading a good book while sipping a cup of tea and reading a good book, just having a bother-free day really. After that, she would visit her parents' graves with some flowers and a weak smile, telling them about how her day went and the things she was up to in Cambridge, one of the most prestigious universities in England. Her parents' weren't really dead, just missing for eleven years, but, Tess knew, that at the age of nineteen, wishing was stupid and pointless.
Tess's real name was Tessiah Adrianne Black, but anyone who dared to call her that, or Miss Black would earn a great punch in the face. By great, meaning one that could send a person flying.
Tesshad a diamond shaped face with high cheekbones and a strong Her slightly upturned nose was dusted with dark freckles that contrasted with her pale skin. Tess's hair wasn't quite black, but no where near brown either, it was medium length, usually plaited down her back. One of her pale eyes was nearly always covered by a side fringe that she left out because it wasn't long enough to pull into the plait. To her, the fringe was annoying, resulting in her always trying to pull it behind one ear. This girl was simple, yet not ordinary, one look at that smirk or in a glinting eye and your future was decided, you were either a friend or an enemy who had to be beaten in any-and every- way possible.
Tess had just gotten out of that homey little cafe down the had been empty enough for her enough to not feel lonely but not so that she couldn't be at peace with her cup of English Breakfast tea.
She was dressed in a black leather jacket that matched her combat boots. Blue skinny jeans and a white shirt. A cup of Short Black coffee which she had ordered take away from the same shop clutched in her hands for warmth. Today was the day she had turned nineteen, just on the brink of adulthood she realised how boring her life had been. No travels, no studying and the occasional street fights. Oh how she longed for an adven-
.That ?!, was her initial thought. It was a vroom vroom sound, not unlike an old car with a very powerful engine. But it was something Tess had heard before...
The little girl that cried over a grave
She was unhappy, for truth be told, She cried over mummy and daddy,
for they wold never return
Wind blew over her tear streaked face as she shouted for the box not to go
Tess ran to that noise, she couldn't quite guess what it was, and she did not like not knowing things. She cut a corner dangerously, her foam cup of coffee threatening to spill all over her. Tess tried to remember where she had heard the sound before, but her mind blanched when she tried.
She skidded quickly to a stop two streets down, facing a large park, the noise had faded away now, but something was out of place. Like that 1950's Police Call Box standing right gobsmack in the middle of the large space.
Tess walked quickly over towards the wind swept place, looking around if anyone had noticed the weird box. Luckily, no one was around, who in their right minds would go to a wrecked park in such a windy weather? Apart from this box and Tess of course.
She started when the box's blue door opened and a man fell out, dusting off his tweed jacket with elbow pads and straightening his burgundy bow-tie. Wait a second, a man that was quite young wearing old men clothes walking out from a strange 1950's police box? Tess liked this man!
"Jolly good morning, isn't it? The Police Box is broken, gotta tell some authorities!"The man grinned, his huge hair swaying in the wind. Something flashed before Tess's eyes.
The little girl that cried over a grave...
She shook her head and grinned, while rising an eyebrow, "uh, huh, what other lies will you tell me now?"" Tess asked and walked past the man, only to find him leaning on the door she was planning to open.
"nice weather today, isn't it? Windy, absolutely perfect!"He grinned widely again, and Tess noticed for the first time how weird his jaw looked. Well, who was she to judge?
"Say, what's your name? I'm The Doctor, just The Doctor!"The Doctor asked Tess a tad bit too enthusiastically.
"Tessiah Black, but if you call me that, god help your soul, you will get hurt. So call me Tess, i guess Tessa isn't too bad either"
The Doctor frowned,"Now now, no violence, i don't - "He stopped Tess from walking any further, "- Tessiah Black did you say?"
"Yes!" Tess exclaimed, rolling her eyes "I also told you not to call me that!"
The Doctor tugged her back to the Blue Police Box grinning again "then i guess i better show you what is inside, yeah?"
This man is so indecisive, but i like his style! Tess thought, still rolling her eyes but smirking.
The Doctor was practically doing a that little geeky happy dance, "ugh! So much junk!"He mumbled as he searched - for what Tess deduced to be- a key.
"AHA!"The Doctor cried out suddenly, brandishing something small and silver in his hand, Tess grinned back at him, of course she was right, he had a key.
"now, i thought you were planning to give it to me?" Tess stated, teasing him with a mischievous smile. The Doctor returned that look and handed the silver key to her, rocking back on his heels.
Tess stepped up and opened the box'x door slowly, twisting the key into the keyhole.
The forgotten cup of coffee smashed on the ground, spilling everywhere.
"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry! Would you like me to buy you a new one? Not like i have any money on me..." The Doctor said worriedly, biting in his cheek, and pulling nervously on his bow-tie. He had always come on a bit sudden to potential companions.
"um... no, nope, i'm absolutely fine, just, bit smaller on the outside, yeah?" The Doctor grinned wildly once again
"well, you are the first person to tell me that in that way!" He herded Tessa in, closing the door behind them.
"This is my TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space!"He stated proudly, patting the machine gently, while Tess stared gobsmacked at the control room.
"sooo... time AND space?"Tess asked and The Doctor nodded, still smiling happily.
"so, this is like your... Snogbox, yeah?"
I have the next two chapters written... and i don't really want to hold them hostage sooo... let's say... three people comment and i get them out? COOKIES TO EVERYONE FOR READING :D!