The Doctor Never Really Changes

Author: Naomitrekkie

Series: Doctor Who (New and Classic) with Torchwood mentions

Rating: T (just being safe)

Synopsis: The Doctor's a new man, at least since they've last seen him. So what does he do? Kidnaps their daughter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything related to it except a Fourth Doctor-style scarf I made.

A/N: It feels nice to be posting on again. This story (and a few more) was written as part of a school assignment. Gotta love getting grades for fun stuff, right? Now the assignment's over, I've decided to post them. Tell me what you think, and enjoy!

Chapter 1: An Ordinary Day, I Think Not!

It was just an ordinary day. Or so it started that way.

Susan was just an ordinary girl, nothing really all the special about her. Well, her parents were a bit loony sometimes, but she didn't really mind that. Loony parents were better than no parents. Plus the generation gap between them gave her more freedom than she could want.

Being only sixteen, driving was not one of those freedoms, but her parents weren't to blame for that. She lived in London, where you had to be at least eighteen to get a license. Not that she minded. Walking suited her. It wasn't like she was in a rush to go anywhere.

Susan, or Susie as everyone called her, was walking along a sidewalk, heading to meet some friends at the mall. It was a ritual she preformed every Saturday without fail. She would get up, get something to eat, watch the weekly video review for her favorite science fiction show on YouTube, then head out and walk to the mall. Once there, she would compliment her friends on whatever they were trying on, sometimes trying things of for herself, but never buying anything. She did have some cash from babysitting, but her parents' job didn't pay enough to buy whatever, whenever. After shopping forever, she would go to the food court, eat some chips, then catch a movie using the free-movies-for-a-year movie pass she'd won in a raffle. After that, she would walk home and spend the rest of the night relaxing. Without fail, she never deviated from her Saturday routine, never once. Bad weather never stopped her, and neither had the incident where every child froze, and the government reacted insanely Sure, it might have been over with before Saturday, but the fear had not kept her locked indoors.

Today had been no different. She was walking along to the mall when some strange man (she didn't get a good look at him) came crashing into her, covering her in some strange paint, and not even bothering to stop to see if she was alright. She was—the paint was only a nuisance—and continued on her way, not breaking the routine. She was only ten minutes from the mall, and some jerk wasn't going to stop her from getting there.

But half an hour later, she still hadn't arrived at the mall, which worried her friends. She was never, ever late. They tried her cell, but it said she was out of range. Panicking, her friends called her parents, who began to panic. They called the police, but they wouldn't file anything until at least forty eight hours had passed since the disappearance, and then some. Susie's parents protested the rule, saying something must have happened. Susie never broke her Saturday schedule. She wouldn't even babysit on Saturday nights, even though she never did anything once she got back. Saturday was the only day that was really Susie's; the rest of her week was busy and hectic, an ever-changing mess.

Susie's parents knew something had happened, and they were right.

-DW-

The Doctor had been chasing this alien. His name was Rextresvilliantropilxia, or as he preferred to be called, Rex. He wasn't evil so much as crazy, though the difference was subtle. His evil plan was to graffiti everywhere he went. OK, make than any planet he went to. He tried and failed to graffiti the TARDIS, though his attempt had given the Doctor a way to track the crazed alien.

This was a good thing, seeing as Rex had knocked him unconscious and then ran out onto some planet. He hadn't had time to check which one he landed on before discovering the stowaway. The Doctor didn't know when or how it happened, but somehow Rex had snuck aboard and had managed to stay hidden for quite some time. When he did show himself to the Doctor, the Doctor had offered to take him back, resulting in his being knocked out while Rex ran free.

So now that the Doctor was conscious, he was working with the TARDIS console to find his missing stowaway. It was just his luck to have landed on Earth, the last place he had wanted to be. He loved humanity, but thinking about that made him hurt. He just wanted to find Rex, return him to wherever, then be on his merry way.

With the paint samples, he learned that it was a unique alien paint with special properties the TARDIS could not only scan for, but teleport as well. The TARDIS was not one for teleporting—usually—but this paint had its own nanogenes pre-programmed to teleport. To where, the Doctor had no clue, but he did know that Rex had more than graffiti in mind. With this paint, he could transport anything it touched to anyplace. It could cause complete havoc, and the Doctor had to stop it.

With the help of his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor programmed the TARDIS to teleport all of the paint, and every humanoid the paint touched, figuring this would bring Rex back. It did, and so the Doctor was off. While he had been working, he had figured out where Rex came from and before Rex could say his full name, he found himself home.

Going back inside the TARDIS, he prepared himself for some peace and quiet. He decided aimless floating in the Vortex would do him some good, and once the TARDIS was in place, he made his way to the library to read and block out recent events.

What he hadn't counted on was the TARDIS conspiring behind his back. Not only had the TARDIS hid the fact that another person had been transported along, no sooner had he walked out of the room that the Doctor found the TARDIS landing.

He had gone back into the console room to complain to the TARDIS when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Previously, his attention had been on Rex. He had failed to notice the teenage girl standing in the corner of the TARDIS console room.

The pissed off teenage girl covered in paint, tapping her toe with her hands on her hips.

"Where do you think you're taking me?"

"What?"

"Don't think you're fooling me, alien."

"What?"

"I know you're not human, so give up the act. Tell me where you're taking me. I won't ask again."

"WHAT?"

To Be Continued . . .