AN:/ Well, here's the story I promised. I plan on seeing this through to the end. I do have a set "I know what I'm doing; I know what the main event is; I'm not improvising on this", and I'll notify when this big main event is happening. It's big shit. Trust me. Without further ado, Sailing on Waves Made of Stars. I would highly recommend listening to Running Through Rivers by Carrie Hope Fletcher while reading, it describes the Doctor almost perfectly, in my opinion.
Sailing On Waves Made Of Stars
"I've heard stories and tales about puppets and whales, but never heard stories of you. I've not seen you around in this quiet part of town, you've shown up right out of the blue." -Carrie Hope Fletcher
Katie Rose POV:
Tonight I was home alone again. My mom was out playing "it helps pay the bills". At least that's what she called it when she was speaking to me. She called it a game. But I listened when she was talking to her friends sometimes. It's called gambling, and is bad. A lot of the time Mom won't come back until really late, and she'll smell funny. I'll admit it, I kind of liked being home alone. I got to eat what I want and stay up late.
I sat on our couch, eating strawberry ice cream out of the tub and watching Full House. It was a good show, even though Mom called it "trash". At least I thought so. My just-me-nights are nice, because I get to be alone. I don't have to worry about people at school, or if my mom will come back safe again, I can just sit in quiet. That is, until the loud crash. I yelped, jumping behind the sofa.
"Oh, well this is just awful!" I heard a man's shouting from outside. Had he crashed his car into our trees? I attempted to crawl unseen towards the window to peek out. It was a man. He looked a bit younger than my mom, and had on suspenders, a tweed jacket, and a bow-tie. He pointed a silver and green flashlight-like thingamajig. "Oh, no, no, no!" My shoes sat in the corner of the room. I decided to put them on and run rather than sit inside and be scared.
"Are you okay?" I looked up at him. He towered over me. Was this a mistake? He crouched down in front of me, a concerned look on his face. I decided to trust him. He seemed worried about something. My eyes shot towards the blue box caught in our trees. "And what is that?" I pointed at the blue box.
"Oh, hello there! I'm fine, thank you for asking, and that is my TARDIS. You sound Irish. Is this Ireland?" I was Irish. But we didn't live there anymore. Mom made us move.
"No, this is England. My mom made us move here. I hate it." We lived outside of London now. It's terrible. I'm not really sure why we had to move. It wasn't fair. "Who are you?" I asked. It was a fair question.
"I'm the Doctor, call me the Doctor, and who are you, Irish?" He asked. The Doctor talked very fast, it was hard to keep up. I scanned him slightly. His arm was bleeding.
"I'm Katie Dylan Rose, and you're bleeding. C'mon, I'll get you a Band-Aid." I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the house. Mom would've been so mad at me...
AN:/ Well, this wasn't as short as I was expecting it to be, so I'm happy with it. Pretty please with sugar on top review? Thirty seconds of your day, that's all I ask.
