A/N: This story was originally inspired by S. Rune's story 'Of Luck and Regenerations', A Doctor Who + Harry Potter crossover. This story has nothing to do with that one, but it's the basic style and multipul meetings that led me to write this. Honestly, don't expect much because this is not anywhere neer as detailed or lengthy as I usually write, but I hope at least some of you will enjoy it.
There are no names written, nor ages or length of time specified because it's just something I wrote quickly last night. I'm currently editing the second chapter now, so I'll post it soon.
Please review to let me know what you think.
Ch1
She sits at a table outside a cafe, absentmindedly drawing on a notepad while she sips her juice. A strange man bizarrely dressed runs past, men in white suits chasing him. She doesn't bother turning to watch, too lost in thought. As though in a trance.
Again the man runs by, this time dragging a small child with him. But she doesn't get up to help. Her eyes hazed over, staring off into the distance, while her hand continues to trace patterns in her notebook. Not a care at all for the world around her.
A large van smashes into the store window in front of her, yet she doesn't even flinch or go to see if the driver is fine. He is. It's the same man as before who steps out of the van. A strange device in his hands, wires hanging off of it, going nowhere, that makes an irritating beeping noise that gets louder and faster the closer he comes to her. But she makes no sign of even hearing it. The man, strange as he is in his red trench coat, with a bizarrely long multicoloured scarf draped over his shoulders, and a mess of a head of hair, doesn't give her a second glance as he walks by, following the incessant beeping of the device in his hands. She continues to draw, the rest of her body unmoving in the chaos.
A loud explosion is heard in the distance, shaking the building, rattling her table and vibrating her drink. But she continues to wave her hand over the page, drawing circles within circles, random lines jotting about in no particular direction. It's only after all the ruckus and panic is over that the man even thinks about her. How strangely she just sat there, ignoring the chaos around her.
Calmly, he walks up to her, curious as to what is so important that she not run for the hills like all the other human residents of this small town. But by the time he is close enough to her, she's snapping out of it and blinking away the haze in her mind. She closes the notebook, not wishing to see her drawings. She never does, already knowing what she will see. Looking around, she spots the figure of a man standing less than a metre away and peers up, through her eyelashes to see him. Her large eyes not taking in much other than the ones staring right back at hers, in curiosity.
"Can I help you, sir?" She asks in a small voice. He just stands there, assessing her quietly. But something in his eyes catches her attention and she can't help to add, "Anything at all?" The man shakes his head, as though, not to answer her question, but to clear it of some idea or thought he wish he did not have instead. He turns quickly on his heel to turn away, but she speaks up once more, interrupting him, "If you change your mind, don't hesitate to look for me." She stares directly into his eyes, not breaking contact until she feels the need to blink. At the closing and reopening of her eyes, she picks up her notebook, pen and bag, walking off. Leaving the man standing there, with more confusion now than he started with.