Chapter One
A/N: Hey guys! So here I am, writing another story, with a whole load of stories sitting unfinished. I'm planning to do more on 'Love Hurts' but this idea came to me the other day and I can't get it out of my head. My first Doctor Who fic so be nice!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Doctor Who. I am sure that one day I will, but as of yet the day has not come.
The Doctor looked around him, at his empty TARDIS. Once again, he was alone. His companions had left him again, and he was alone. The Doctor- destined to spend his life losing those he loved. Amy and Rory were just the latest in a long line of companions he'd lost. Sarah Jane, Martha, and possibly the two people he had mucked up most: Rose and Donna. His best friend and the woman who, despite it all, he still loved. He sat down, and looked around at his only steady companion, the TARDIS. "You'll never leave me, will you old girl," he said, patting her affectionately. He sat, moping for a few more moments before he was thrown across the TARDIS.
"OW! What's happening?" he asked the empty TARDIS, before, with an almighty shudder, she landed. He opened the door and looked around. He saw a young girl, probably in her early teens. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You alright?" she asked him, the eyebrow still seemingly halfway up her forehead. She spoke with a light Scottish lilt, however there was definitely English heritage in there somewhere. She had thick, curly brown hair, and mahogany coloured eyes.
"I'm fine," he replied. "What's your name then?"
"Maryssa Armstrong. What about you?" she asked, curious brown eyes boring into the depths of his soul. She was intense, and he was sure there was something inside of her that she didn't know about. This girl had seen things well beyond her years. He knew the feeling.
"Lovely name! Unique! Don't you go changing it to- Mars or something. My friend did that, she had a name like a fairytale too… anyway I'm the Doctor. Now, Maryssa, I know you're not meant to talk to strangers, but I'm not human and therefore I'm not your average stranger. Would you like to join me for some fish fingers and custard?" he asked. She looked at him like he was beyond nuts now, which figured, since he'd just asked her if she'd like fish fingers and custard.
To his surprise, she nodded. "Sure, sounds good. Despite the fact you obviously belong in a mental institution, considering you are currently in the process of telling me you're not human. But I've got to be back by 8!" she warned him. He grinned and offered her his arm. She gratefully took it, and they went towards the TARDIS.
"Doctor, I hate to burst your bubble, but how exactly do you plan feeding me in a tiny blue box. I'm sure it's very… um… cosy inside, but it's not somewhere you can eat," said Maryssa, with increasing scepticism of this man.
"Don't sweat it Maryssa. It'll be fine, if I can swim in there, and sleep in there, I'm pretty sure I can cook in there," he assured her with a grin.
He really needs help she thought to herself. That was, until they walked into the blue box, and her eyes widened. Something tugged inside her. She knew this technology. But how? From where? She shook her head, she just found it a bit odd, that's all. She didn't, couldn't, know it.
"You don't think I'm crazy anymore! Though I am crazy… but that's beside the point! It travels in time and space too!" he laughed. She nodded dumbly, before going and touching a wall of the TARDIS, gently stroking it.
"Hey beautiful. Do you take care of him then? Men, you can't trust them to be alone, can you?" she grinned. The Doctor watched, struck by the girl's natural way of taking to the TARDIS. Noone had ever done that: most of them at least ran out to check it was real, but here she was, speaking to her. He and Maryssa Armstrong were going to get along quite fine.
"Doctor, you know how you said that the TARDIS travels through space and time- well I was wondering if you might, um, take me with you?" she asked. He thought for a moment. Could he really allow himself to much up another young girl's life? But the begging look in her eyes, the way her teeth were biting into her lip as though afraid of rejection, he couldn't say no. He gave a small nod before he could deny her.
"Great! Can we stop off at my house first? I just need to get some stuff," she asked. He nodded again, and she told him her address. They stopped off soon enough, and she walked in, slipping into a shoulder bag photos of her family, her mobile phone, some makeup, CDs, her iPod and a family heirloom that had originally been her grandfather's, apparently. A small golden pocketwatch with circles carved into the front.