The Doctor Is David
This idea has been floating around my head for some time now and I haven't even attempted once to get it down in writing, but finally here it is.
A couple of things you may need to take note of:
-The times are a bit out of sync, Martha is still with the Doctor in 2008 and Blink was the last episode aired on TV on the 19th January 2008.
-Italics are thoughts…sometimes. You will have to watch out, it may get confusing.
This is my interpretation of what would happen if the Doctor actually was real…
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, do you really think I would be writing fanfiction about it?
Introduction
Happy Birthday!
It was a crisp winter's morning on the 19th of January 2008. The robin sitting in the hawthorn bush at the end of the garden did not anticipate an unusual set of circumstances arising that day, nor in fact did the spider lacing its cobweb around the delicate twigs of a birch. It was just another chilly, yet sunny, day in the neat English suburbs.
Natalie Frost however saw the day as one of fun and much excitement as well as many long awaited surprises. For the 19th day of January 1995 was the day she was born and today, she was turning thirteen years old.
Her bedroom door creaked open, waking her instantly. "What do you want?" Came the annoyed voice from somewhere under the duvet. A tall, thin man wearing a tight, blue suit walked into the room, a wide grin plastered happily on his handsome face. He was carrying a neatly wrapped present and a cupcake with a single candle sticking out the top.
"Good morning to you too sunshine." He sat himself down on the edge of the bed and poked the Natalie shaped lump under the duvet. She sat up immediately, her tousled, curly black hair falling into her dark eyes. The expression on her face was not one of a positive nature. "What?" She repeated, glaring at the man who had intruded on her sleep.
"Happy Birthday Nat." He grinned again and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "Open your present then!"
"It is 5 in the morning!"
"It is still your birthday. Do you have to be so difficult?"
Natalie glared at him again but couldn't help the smile creeping onto her face. Why is his grin so infectious?
"Thanks Tony." Natalie smiled and pulled her older brother into a tight hug. "But I'll open it later. Go on, you'll be late for work."
"See you later Nat!"
A minute later, Natalie was asleep, a half eaten cupcake still in her hand.
"Happy Birthday Sweetheart!" Natalie's mother released her out of a tight hug.
Natalie yawned widely. "Thanks mum."
"Why are you so tired Honey?"
"The Judoon's uglier little brother woke me up at 5 to give me a cake."
"Who?"
"Anthony."
Jean Frost tutted. "I wish you would stop insulting your brother, he was only trying to wish you a happy birthday."
"Yeah I know."
"So what did he get you?"
Wrapping paper flew everywhere as Natalie tore open the parcel. She let out a chuckle as she saw what her older brother had bought her.
"It's a Doctor Who figurine. Of the Doctor himself. He looks exactly like the version on my posters." She was referring to one of the several Doctor Who posters she had plastered on her bedroom walls.
"Looks a bit like Anthony if you ask me." Jean said, peering over her daughter's shoulder at the figurine.
Natalie sighed. "Speaking of Doctor Who, can you tape it for me at 7 tonight please; I'm going to Max's house for a 'surprise party'."
"Max?"
"Max is a girl, mother. You know, my best friend. Please, can you tape Doctor Who!"
"You are obsessed with that silly program you know. I hope you realise that it is just actors and special effects. Time travel isn't possible."
"Mum, I am thirteen years old, not four. I think I know that by now, there is no need to be patronising." She looked at her mother disapprovingly but then suddenly continued, "Although, they say that time travel could be possible, it is just that it isn't. We don't have the power as human beings to create anything that moves so slowly it goes backwards, we can only make something that physically goes backwards, not resist the fields of time. What is needed is "the eye of a storm" to make something travel in time. The "something" is in dynamic equilibrium with the rest of time but then some how will need to speed up, removing the equilibrium and therefore existing independently within time. When it stops moving, the "thing" will be somewhere else entirely. That is time travel, and I'm telling you, once they crack the puzzle of removing the time equilibrium, we can travel in time. There must be an explanation for everything, even fiction. Even Doctor Who." Natalie hadn't breathed throughout any of the longwinded explanation she had given so her face was now a glowing pink. Her sparkling eyes met her mother's.
"Yes well, save it for your Physics lessons dear, because I have no idea what you are talking about." And after that, Jean Frost bustled out of the room, leaving a hurt Natalie alone in the kitchen, her intelligence feeling deeply insulted.
It was 10:05 when Natalie returned that night. Max's dad had kindly given her a lift home. She snuck quietly in through the front door and headed towards the kitchen. A steaming mug of hot chocolate made, she tiptoed into the lounge and put the recorded Doctor Who episode "Blink" on.
Bad time of day to be watching this episode… Oh crap, what the hell was that…
A floorboard creaked upstairs, making Natalie jump. She heard a wide yawn and realised it was just her brother.
Trust him to scare the hell out of me…
Satisfied by the days events, Natalie climbed into bed with a smile on her face at 11 o'clock. She drifted off within minutes, thoughts of time travel, presents and 5 inch tall Doctor figurines filling her dreams.
An hour later she woke with a start. There could only be one reason for her waking up, and that was her brother.
"Tony, go away, please!"
No reply. And that was when she heard it. A sound like no other. The sound of the universe. The powerful whooshing sound of the TARDIS materialising in her room…
Natalie turned over in her bed and glared at the mobile phone that was vibrating on her bedside table. Who on earth could be calling at this ridiculous hour? Deciding she didn't much care to talk to anyone right now, she switched her phone off without even glancing at the caller, cutting of the haunting sound, leaving the room in a blissful silence.
With a final glance at her new Doctor figurine, she snuggled back under the duvet, sinking back into the warm depths of her dreams.
"Nnnn…not again…" Natalie pulled the pillow over her ears. Her phone was ringing again. Sticking a pale arm out from under her soft sanctuary, she reached for her mobile and pulled it into her dark lair.
Wait a second… I switched my phone off. So if my phone is off….WHAT is making that noise?
She sat up at the speed of light, pulling off the duvet only to see…
"The TARDIS is incredible!" Martha exclaimed. "You can even program her to fly by herself."
"Well, always comes in handy when you get transported to 1969 by a living statue!" came the muffled reply from underneath the console.
"You can say that again!" Martha said.
"Always comes in handy when you get transported to 1969 by a living statue." The Doctor repeated.
"I didn't mean literal— oh never mind. You're not even listening anyway."
"Yes I am!" said the Doctor indignantly, He stood up quickly, bashing his head on the underside of the console as he rose. "Ow…"
"But Doctor, aren't there more Weeping Angels out there?"
"Oh yes, hundreds of them."
"What about the other people who get touched by them then?"
"Oh they'll be alright! I gave the Timey Wimey Detector to an old man in 1969."
Martha raised an eyebrow.
"Goes ding when there's stuff!" He smiled at her with a grin that would melt the entire Earth. Twice.
Martha laughed and grinned back, deciding to drop the subject.
"So Doctor, where are we off to next? Or do I get a chance to relax for a while? My feet are killing me!" Martha said hopefully, although she knew the reply before the question had passed her lips.
"Martha, you should know by now, there is no rest for the wicked! And as for where we are going…well, who knows where we might end up!" His eyes widened as he gave her that look, the one that sold her the universe as he pulled a lever dramatically, sending them spinning into the Time Vortex.
There it was. Unbelievably, there it was. As majestic as Natalie had always imagined in her dreams; the TARDIS stood in the corner of her bedroom. The TARDIS itself.
"No…" Natalie whispered, eyes as wide as plates.
So, time travel was possible after all. But was this the Doctor? Natalie's angel of hope and devil of cynicism began fighting in her mind.
It can't be the Doctor, he is a fictional character on a television program played by an actor called David Tennant.
Then why is the TARDIS standing in your room?
It could be Tony playing a trick.
Oh come on, are you serious?
He has done stuff like this before.
No he hasn't, putting a HUGE blue box in someone's room isn't just "stuff".
Fine then, it is a figment of your imagination.
Looks pretty real to me…
Yes well, your imagination tends to run away with you sometim—
Natalie's internal battle stopped the instant she stepped out of her bed. It had to be real. She definitely wasn't dreaming, she knew that much. Somehow the room felt…she didn't know how it felt. It was so incredibly difficult to describe. It felt like a cross between the feeling you got when you were little, experiencing Disneyland for the first time, the warm glow of a fire on your skin and huge amounts of static electricity in the air.
The tingling under her skin intensified as she stepped closer to the imposing blue box, it was definitely alive. She held her breath as she stretched out a shaking hand to touch the smooth wood surface. So close…. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her fingertips reached the surface of the door–
WHAM!
The door had swung open violently to reveal the man himself, in all his Time Lord glory…the Doctor.
"Hello!"
A/N: So, tell me what you think! I have written Chapters 1 and 2, so if you want to see them you've got to review! (Blackmail, mwahahaha)