Hello, everyone! Here's my new story! So basically, this is how the series will work: Think of them like episodes within a series. So, I'll be doing 5 'episodes' per series. Obviously, they'll be short little snippets throughout a complex plot line, so stay tuned! Shall we get started, then?
Thud thud...Thud thud. Her boots pattered on the ground as she hurried to her terminal. Five minutes past eleven. She looked up from her watch. Her flight left at eleven-twenty and she was two terminals behind. Shifting the backpack strap on her shoulder, she continued her dodging through people at the Heathrow Airport. Looking behind her, she spotted them: Three men in black suits, their eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. The familiar pulse of fear ran through her as she turned and began to run. The men's pace quickened in pursuit. Spotting a restroom, she ducked inside and ran into a stall. She sat down on the toilet seat and placed her backpack in front of her. She tugged out her computer, placed it on her lap and began clicking away. She needed time...
"There you are, Mr. Smith." The receptionist smiled as she handed him his ticket. He thanked her and avoided her admiring eyes, turning on his heel and hurrying towards Terminal 4. Seven minutes past eleven. His coat billowed out behind him as his pace quickened. His flight was at eleven-twenty, and he was two terminals behind.
"Ha!" She muttered under her breath as she finally hacked into the airport's system. Scrolling through the unusual language of computer code, she found her flight number and began working.
Finally, he found the terminal. Checking his ticket for the gate number, he made his way there and checked in. The flight attendants were immediately drawn to him, batting their eyelashes and following him around asking if he needed anything. He assured them he didn't, and sat down in his seat.
She finished her job on the computer and tucked her computer away. She stood to exit the stall, but was stopped when all the women began to scream. She looked through the crack in the stall door and spotted familiar black suits. BANG! The door six stalls down was kicked open.
"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it seems we've been delayed half an hour." A flight attendant announced as the passengers sat impatiently. Twenty-one minutes past eleven.
She drew her knees to her chest and remained extremely quiet. They were only three stalls away. Two stalls...One stall...
"Peanuts, sir?" The pretty brunette flight attendant asked.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm...allergic." He forced a smile.
The stall door swung open and she froze. The first man stepped forward and removed his glasses. She quickly averted her eyes, knowing what would become of her if she looked into them.
"Miss Holt...You have something of ours, and we'd like it back." He stated calmly.
"Sorry, mate. But I lost it. Now get out of the ladies' loo." She said, throwing a punch at the first suited man. The blow was strong enough to send him staggering backwards into his buddies and giving her enough room to make an escape. She sprinted out of the restroom, and down the hallway through the crowds.
The was minutes away from departing.
"Ohhh...That's interesting. What have we here?" He said, inspecting one of his gadgets. The light was flashing violently, indicating that a hostile alien was nearby. This time, the signal was time three.
"Sir, we ask you to turn off all electronic devices." A flight attended smiled sweetly.
"Right, sorry." He said, his eyes trained on the light. He held up a finger, unbuckled his seatbelt in one swift move and stood.
"Sir?"
She let out a sigh of relief seeing the plane still in the gate, and enough people piling in to hide her away. She ducked into the middle of the crowd and vanished from the suited men's sights. She regained her breath as she was herded into the narrow aisle of the plane. Fishing for her ticket, she reread her seat number and searched for it. Upon finding it, she groaned. A man (as gorgeous as he was) was arguing with the flight attendant.
"Sir, sit down please."
"I know, I know, I know. But, seeing as this isn't using the same frequency as any of your instruments, in fact it's frequency on the molecular level, this won't effect the plane's flight at all. In fact-" He was cut short by the light turning off. He growled and whacked it. "Oh, not again!" He complained.
"Sir, just sit down."
"Fine." He tucked the instrument away in his coat pocket and plopped down in the seat.
She rolled her eyes and approached the man once the flight attendant left.
"Hi, I'm, uh, in the seat next to you." She said, pointing to the seat by the window.
"Oh, of course. Sorry." He stood up and beamed at her as she awkwardly scooted past him. She sat down and buckled her seatbelt. Just then, the plane began to back up and she caught a glimpse of the suited men still stuck in the airport. She smirked to herself as she reached into the pocket, feeling the flashdrive in her fingers. The flashdrive that held their secrets. The man next to her continued to blab on about something geeky, which she thought was cute, but wasn't in the mood to flirt. She had other things on her mind. The most important was to get away. Surely there'd be more waiting for her in Miami, where she was currently headed. Once in the air, she pulled out her computer and opened it. The screen illuminated, only to reveal the code she had been using to hack into the scheduling system. She was about to close it when the man next to her leaned over.
"So you're the one who held us up." He smiled.
"How'd you come to that conclusion?" She smiled back.
"There," He pointed to the screen. "That's us, and that's where you rerouted the flight ahead of us so we'd be behind, oh say...half an hour?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You speak computer code, then?"
"Oh, yes. That and every language in the universe."
"The universe, huh?" She chuckled. He nodded seriously.
"So what made you hack in, anyway?" He asked.
"Oh, my taxi was running late. Just needed to buy some time." She half-lied.
"I see then. Well, good job. And your name was...?"
"Maggie Holt." She offered her hand for a shake.
"I'm the Doctor." He took her hand and shook it.
"Doctor...?" She started, waiting for him to fill in his name.
"Just the Doctor." He said.
"Doctor who?"
"I said, just the Doctor." He forced a smile. Humans... He thought. They never accept that it's just the Doctor.
"Well then. Nice to meet you, Doctor." Maggie smiled, and leaned back in her chair, focusing on her computer screen. This was going to be a long flight...
Ok! There you have it! The first chapter of my Doctor Who series! I know it's probably a little bit confusing, but everything will clear up as the story continues, guaranteed! Thanks for reading!
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