Key to the Universe

by bubbleofblissandcheer

Series 1 in "Last of Her Kind; Queen of Hers." An outcast, Perrila Greenwood has always wanted to touch the stars. One night, when she's 8, a strange woman crashes her telephone booth in her back yard asking for ants on a log, before leaving her, dazed and confused. A decade later, the woman returns, and Perri is in for the adventure of a lifetime. T for light language and others.

1. Prologue

A/N: Hey lovies! Bubbles here with my first ever story! Now, I know that there aren't any actual characters from DW in this story, but I'd like to pre-establish it DOES take place within a mostly cannon version of the Whoniverse, meaning I do actually plan on introducing them at some point during this series. Just not now, because this is not their story.
I'd also like to tell you that, though I may have created an OC Time Lord and OC companion, I am proud to say they are NOT very Mary-Sue from what I've seen of others. I plan to have this story very well developed, and I'll say it now, this series is very planned out, and kind of complex. Brilliant, right? (Brilliant is kind of my catchphrase, in a way.) But enough of this, let's get started, shall we. I present to you: Last of Her Kind; Queen of Hers: Key to the Universe!

Prologue: Escape the Time War

There was chaos everywhere; lasers buzzing, explosions rocking the ground, shouting and screaming filling the air. She had to get out of here, she'd promised them she would escape. If only she could break through the tangle of limbs.

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She's tired. The adrenaline wore off now that she's alone; the noise was still there, but quieter. Things were still burning, illuminating the destruction. She reached her goal: a red telephone booth, whose glass panes were impossible to see through. Reaching out to open the door, she hesitated. But then she shook her head, opened the door, and walked inside.

The sound of whirring machinery reached her ears, and she smiled softly as a warmth in her mind greeted her.
"Hello old boy. It's good to see you. I'd love to chat, but we have to get out of here." The woman, who was much easier to see in the light, seemed to speak to the machine. Her short black hair framed her face, slightly singed and matted from fire and soil. Hazel eyes gazed up at the metal ceiling before flicking to the control panel in the center of the room.

"So ... where to go?" There was a pause, and then she darted to the controls, pulling levers and pushing buttons, practically dancing around the room. "Earth! It's perfect! Simple, ignorant, diverse; great literature, too. Nobody will know I'm there!" And with that, the woman pulled on a final lever, and the telephone booth slowly faded from existence, leaving only a gust of wind where it once stood.

A/N: And that is the prologue. Yes it's short, but the next chapter more than makes up for it. It took me a little bit to decide what her TARDIS would be, by the way. Finally settled on a typical red phone booth, so as not to clash with the Doctor. Also, no sound, because she doesn't leave the parking breaks on like someone does with his.