This story was an idea I got from a picture online of Raven as the Tenth Doctor. I decided in this story to put her in the Eleventh Hour because it's the best introducing the Doctor episode in the entire franchise. In addition, Ravens version of the Doctor and Matt Smith version of the Doctor are completely different; almost the antithesis of each other, so any speech they give would be very different. On the costume, I haven't decided what it will be, but it wont be any of the cannon Doctors costumes. I'd love to hear ideas, or better yet, pictures! One of the best things about fan fiction is the ability to hear feedback and change the story so. The only stipulation is that she has to wear a top hat. I do love Ravens cloak, but a top hat is something Raven looks good in, and more Doctor-y than the cloak.
Two last notes, 1 This Doctor looks like a teenager, because Raven is one. I don't think it will affect the story, but just to make sure we're clear. 2, the previous Doctor in this cannon is Agatha Freeman, the Actress who played Martha Jones. I thought she fit the Doctor better than Catharine Tate did, and Billie Piper has to be the Ninth because she was his only companion on-screen. I need some other Female companions to be previous Doctors for the slide show at the end, so send those my way please.
She walked into the TARDIS slowly; each step looking like it could be her last. She managed to get to the consul, and set the ship into orbit above the planet she ha given up everything to defend. She looked in interest at the black and white regeneration energy flowing under her dark-colored skin.
"I'm going to die." The Doctor thought. She had done everything she could to stop the Master and Rassilon from destroying everything. She had no choice. The Master had redeemed himself in the end, saving her when he could have let her die. She had thought she had done it, had saved the day with going, but then-
Then he knocked four times.
"Wilfred Mott." The Doctor mused. How could she have forgotten him? One of the nicest humans she'd met. She almost thought of him as her father. She wished he were her father, as her real father was one of the worst monsters in history. He had swapped places with one of the Doctors running the nuclear bolt that had allowed Gallifray to return. When she had disabled it, the Bolt went into overload. The Doctor had swapped places with Wilfred, allowing him to live, while she died. It was ironic, really, since she didn't have to save him. She could have ignored the prophecy and allowed him to die.
No, she couldn't. She never could. She never would, not matter who she was. It wouldn't be long now…
The Doctor gasped, energy coursing through her. It was long now. The pain… She staggered backwards, and was able to get one sentence out. "I don't want to go!" She cried desperately.
Then the regeneration overtook her. The pain was intense, more so than any of the others. It seemed that her entire body was engulfed in an agonizing pillar of fire. The energy began to affect the TARDIS. Part of the time rotor shattered, and one of the supports collapsed. The TARDIS began drifting downwards. The Doctors body began reforming, reshaping. She screamed in pain. Then, much to her surprise, it was over. She stared at her body in surprise.
"I'm not dead…" She said in shock, then jubilation. "I didn't die! The regeneration didn't kill me!" She reached down and felt her body. "Legs, I've still got legs." She gasped and felt her throat. "What's happened to my voice?" She wondered aloud. It had a noticeable rasp now, and was more controlled than her previous voice. She looked at her hands. Before, she had long black hair, and dark-colored skin. Now her skin was just the opposite. It was pale, almost grey. She felt her hair, which was shorter than before, and moved it in front of her eyes. She gasped. "Purple?" She said indigently. "I hope for ginger and I get purple! Is this a big cosmic joke?" She shook her head, trying to clear it. There was something important that she had forgotten, but what was…
The TARDIS politely reminded her via a large explosion and part of the control panel going up in flames. "Oh. Right. Crashing!" She ran to the control panel, and began to guide the TARDIS towards earth. The TARDIS itself began flipping over. The Doctor had almost no control over it. She ran around to the other side of the control deck and tried using the scanner to repair the TARDIS. It looked like she was going to land somewhere in Africa. Despite the danger, she couldn't help but be excited. These moments of peril, they were why she enjoyed traveling so much. "Here we go!" she cried as the TARDIS broke atmosphere.
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In a small hut on earth, a little boy lay on his bead, afraid. He had been afraid for a long time, and now he was talking to his friends about it. You see, Garfield Logan is an unusual boy. His parents are Cryptologists and they are living in Africa. Another unusual thing is that the only people Garfield consider being his friends are the animals that his parents keep to study. He cleared his throat, using all of his six years of experience to command attention. "Hello everyone! I have an announcement to make!" All the animals paid attention to him… for about a second. Then when they saw that he wasn't holding food and went back to sleep. Garfield was not dissuaded. "This is about the crack in my wall. Since mommy and daddy have not come back yet, I have decided…" Here he paused for effect. "To write a letter to Santa!" He stopped; awaiting the applause that he was sure would greet this idea. The animals had all fallen asleep. Garfield huffed. "Fine then. But don't expect me to ask him to get you anything early!"
Suddenly, a crash was heard from outside. Running to the window, he saw one of the most mysterious things in his young life. A large blue box was lying on its side, having apparently fallen out of the sky. Garfield did what any normal six-year-old living in Africa would do; blamed Santa. He looked upwards. "Thanks Santa!" He called as he ran outside. His parents had told him to never go outside at night, but Santa had sent this thing, so it must be good, right?
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Garfield walked out slowly and nervously. What if Santa was inside the Box? What if it was a test? What if he had failed the test and now Santa wouldn't help him with the crack? Suddenly the doors opened. Garfield jumped backwards. A long rope was thrown out of the box and got hung up on a nearby tree. Garfield watched in anticipation, waiting to see if it was Santa. What would he say? Did he know about the Noodle incident? Because that was an accident and…
All the sudden, he could see a hand grab the bottom of the box, followed by another. Very slowly, a face appeared above the box just in Garfield's view.
It was most defiantly not Santa. Her face was pale, almost gray, and she had purple hair and very deep purple eyes. She smiled. Despite himself, Garfield was a little disappointed. "You aren't Santa Claus." He said, trying to copy the voice his mom used when dad ate the last cookie. Garfield had tried to help hide dad, but Mom was to smart for them. The Stranger in the Box raised an eyebrow. "Santa Claus? Is it almost Christmas?" She asked. Her voice was different from all the voices Garfield had heard before. "He looked at her curiously. "What wrong with you're voice?" She frowned. "I don't know yet. I haven't had a voice like this before." She slowly pulled herself out of the doorway of the Box and sat on the side. She glanced down and whistled. "That's a ways down." She said. Garfield cocked his head to the side. "Are you okay?" He asked. The girl nodded. "Fine. I just had a fall into the library. It was a long climb back up."
Garfield as now hopelessly confused. "There's a library in you're Box?" He asked in confusion. The Girl nodded. "And a swimming pool-" Without warning she fell from the Box and to the ground. She holds her side. Garfield ran over to her, "What's wrong?" He asked in worry. The Girl shook her head. "It's okay. This is fairly normal." She opened her mouth, and some black and white energy flowed out of it. Garfield stared at it. It looked to him like it was a beam of light, covered in a shadow. He congratulated himself on finding a smart way of describing it. Mommy said that he needed to be able to describe things to them if he wanted to help in the field. He didn't know where the field was but it must be a big field because they went there all the time. He decided to be more aggressive in his questioning. "Did you come about the rack in my wall?" he asked plainly. The Girl looked at him in confusion. "What Crack?" As she spoke her eyes briefly turned white, and she staggered back. Garfield grew concerned. "What's wrong?" He asked again. The Girl slowly got up.
"Nothing. Completely normal. It'll stop in a minute." She fixed Garfield with a stare. "Does it scare you?" Garfield shuffled his feet a little. "Just a bit." He admitted. "But Mommy and Daddy say that I shouldn't be sacred of things just because I haven't seen them before." The Girl nodded. "They sound smart." He smiled. "They are Crying-ologists." The Girl raised her eyebrow again. "I think you mean Cryptologists. And anyway, I was asking bout the cracks in you're wall. Does that scare you?" He nodded. "It's really scary. Sometimes, I can hear voices coming from it." In a sudden balletic movement the Girl jumped to her feet. "Okay then. I'm the Doctor. Do every thing I say, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander-" Suddenly the Doctor stiffened. Turning around, she walked purposely towards the kitchen. "There's something of absolute importance in here." She said to Garfield. Garfield was confused. "What?" He asked. The Doctor turned and looked at him with grave seriousness. "Strawberries." She said knowingly.
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As it turned out, Garfield's new friend has a fetish for strawberries. Fortunately, Garfield's mother also liked strawberries and there were plenty of them lying around the kitchen. Garfield was then tasked with defending the remaining stash from the Doctors hunger pains. "Are you sure there aren't any more?" She asked suspiciously. Garfield tried really hard not to look guilty. "Yes." He managed, glancing at the cabinet. In a flash the Doctor had opened it. "Aha! Found them!" Garfield ran forewords. "Please don't eat them! Daddy got them for mommy as a surprise! You can't eat them, or she won't have anything nice to eat when she comes back!"
The Doctor looked at Garfield. Even for a six-years-old, he had undoubtedly the most adorable puppy dog pout the Doctor had seen in all of time and space. She set the box back in the cupboard. "So where are your parents? I thought we would have thought that we would have woken them by now." Garfield looked at the table. "Out. I don't know where. Dad says their 'In the field'. I wish I knew where. I've never seen a field before." The Doctor stared at him. "Your parents left you in a hut in deepest darkest Africa alone?" Garfield huffed. "I can take care of myself! I'm not scared of the dark!" The candle light flickered and Garfield looked at the shadows nervously "…much." He added. He leaned closer. "Actually, I think that shadows eat people." He whispered looking at the shadow like it might be listing. The Doctor snorted. "Oh, that's not one of those shadows. Shadows that eat people don't come to earth anymore. They're too scared to come now.' Garfield's eyes widened. "What are they scared of?" he asked. The Doctor smirked. "Me."
She sat back, looking at Garfield closely. He didn't seem to be very nervous of her. In fact, if she didn't know better, she would swear that there were little hearts in his eyes. She cocked her head and her eyes narrowed. "Any way, you are a pretty brave for a six-year-old. Alone in Africa, box falls out of sky, woman falls out of box, so you know something important?" Garfield shook his head. The Doctor stood up. "That must be some crack."
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